I quicken my pace, flicking my tongue over her bud as two fingers slide gently inside of her to the hilt, then I curl them and find that spot that makes her scream. And scream she does. Her legs try to clamp together; if I die this way, I’ll die a happy man, so I keep up the pace, biting, licking and sucking until her mouth falls open as she shatters beneath me, giving herself over to me as I greedily take it all.
I gently take her legs off my shoulders and move to stand up, but she surprises me by grabbing the front of my shirt and kissing me with all her might. When she pulls back, her eyelids are half closed, a look of pure lust on her face. Her hand moves down to cup me through my jeans, but I place my hand over hers.
“Lacey, that’s not why I did this. This was for you, baby. I wanted to makeyoufeel good.”
She whimpers as she kisses me. “I swear, Cole, if you don’t give me what I want, what Ineedright now, I promise you…”
I kiss her breathless. “And what, sweet Lacey, is it you need?” I’m teasing her; this could backfire at any moment.
“You know what I want, Cole…please…” I look at her like I haven’t a clue what she means. She huffs and rolls her eyes. “Cole, if you don’t fuck mehardright now, I can promise you that…”
I stand in one swift movement and grab hold of her hands, bringing her to stand with me. My hands cup the sides of her face, and I kiss her gently before moving to the side of her neck and biting down where her neck meets her shoulder. She gasps at the contact and her thighs rub together.
She pulls away from my grasp and, before I can register what is happening, she turns and kneels on the sofa, lifting her skirt and baring herself to me. She shakes her hips from side to side while blowing me a kiss over her shoulder. It’s all the invitation I need before unbuckling my jeans and freeing myself.
I stroke myself a couple of times before stepping up behind her and taking all of her in, still hardly believing she’s all mine. I stroke my hands up her back and round to cup her breasts. They’re heavy in my hands as she moans. Rolling her nipples between my fingers to draw out those little gasps of pleasure, I reach down and, with one hand, take hold of my aching cock, then line up with her entrance and slide deep into her.
I brace myself for a few seconds, torn between wanting this to last and chasing my release. Lacey decides for me and starts to move herself, and I lose all sense of being a gentleman.
Grabbing her hips, I pull almost all the way out and slam back in. She braces her arms on the sofa and clings to the soft material as I pick up a punishing pace.
“Oh…my…god…Cole…” She’s close, I can feel it, so I brace one hand on her shoulder. With my other hand, I snake around her hip and rub slow circles on her clit. In a matter of seconds, she’s falling apart with my name on her lips, and I gladly fall with her.
We fall breathless to the sofa, and I make sure to land on my side and pull her close. I kiss the side of her neck and wrap my arm around her stomach. It hurts me to think she’s been feeling like I don’t find her attractive.
“Please don’t ever feel like I don’t love you or find you attractive, because I do. I’d have you in bed every day if I had it my way. Please tell me how you’re feeling next time, don’t let it sit…okay?”
She nods and places a small kiss on the back of my hand. “I’m sorry. The hormones are making me crazy. I haven’t even wanted anything for weeks, but after I couldn’t get up off the floor, I had it in my head that you must think I’m pathetic…and fat…”
“It’s okay. I’m here for it all, remember? Although we should probably get cleaned up because we have your first class in thirty minutes–”
“OH MY GOD, COLE! Why did you seduce me with your sexiness? Now we’re going to be late. Quick, let me get up…”
I don’t tell her that she resembles a turtle on its back trying to get up; instead, I awkwardly help push her up from the back. She waddles away from the couch and, although she may not feel very sexy, in this moment, she has never been sexier to me than she is now.
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Twenty minutes later, we’re pulling up to the community centre where the antenatal classes are held. I look up to it nervously, like somehow, someone is going to know I’m not the biological father. Taking a deep breath, I open Lacey’s door and help her out.
“Are you okay?” Her concerned face fills mine as she turns my head to focus on her.
“Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here?” Understanding flashes in her eyes, she pulls me down for a kiss.
“You absolutely belong here.” She takes my hand and walks me inside. Thankfully, no alarms start blaring. In fact, no one gives us a second glance.
Walking into the room, I notice a hippy-looking woman sitting in the middle of a circle of pillows as what can only be described as whale sounds blare through the speakers of her portable CD Player. Something I haven’t seen since I was a teenager.
“What in the…” Lacey doesn’t get a chance to finish her sentence as the woman notices us.
“Welcome! Welcome! I’m Philomena, that’s Phil-oh-meee-nah. Who are you?” She pastes on a smile so wide that it shows every single one of her teeth.
I’m slightly scared.
“Hi, I’m Lacey, and this is Cole.”
She stands there assessing us for a good two minutes without saying a word. It’s a little freaky. Finally, she breaks the smile out again. “Good aura, you two, good aura. Come, come, sit, sit!”
We move to the cushions, and I help Lacey get down on the ground. “You gonna be okay on the floor?”
