And then it hits me. When I said I was on the pill, he could easily have insisted on a condom. He trusted me, though. And now I’m never going to be able to tell him I’m pregnant, because he’ll assume I tricked him into it. Oh… shit. I’m such a fucking idiot.
Tears sting in my eyes, and I’m glad he can’t see them.
“I wish this night could go on forever,” he says. He slows down his hips, barely moving inside me. “Let’s stay here, in this cottage, for the rest of our days.”
I swallow harder, trying to contain my emotion. “Yeah, okay. We can order Uber Eats from Queenstown.”
“I’d never need anything else. I could spend my life doing this.”
I feel dizzy at the thought of making love with him every night for the rest of my days. Of being a family with Little Raspberry.
Tears tip over my lashes, and at that moment lightning flashes, flooding the room with light. Caesar stops moving and lifts a hand to touch my face as we’re plunged back into darkness, and the thunder crashes over the fields.
He brushes beneath my eye with a thumb and obviously finds it wet. “Why are you crying?”
“Just a little… overwhelmed.”
He touches his lips to mine. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
He brushes his lips across my face, kissing away my tears. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah…”
“I’m not hurting you?”
“No…”
“Do I make you feel good, Cupcake?”
“Yes…”
“Do you think you could come for me?”
“Oh, yes…”
He places a hand at the base of my spine, keeping me tight against him, and lifts an inch so with each thrust he grinds against my clit. At the same time, he squeezes my nipple while he kisses me, and well, I’m never going to survive that. My muscles begin to tense, and he obviously feels it because he says, “Yes…” and speeds up his thrusts.
We come together, in the darkness, our hot breaths mingling, and lock together in our ecstasy as if we’d been made to fit. My hands and toes curl, and I dig my nails into his back as my body clenches, and he shudders, his hips jerking in response, his cock twitching inside me.
It’s intense and powerful and beautiful, and I wish it could go on forever. I don’t want to return to the real world, where we’re not friends, and where I’m going to have to make an impossible decision. I want to stay here, where things are sensual and loving and perfect, where he wants me to be his.
But time never ceases her incessant movement, and the seconds tick by, and the glorious ecstasy that engulfed us slowly fades.
Our arms are around each other, and our bodies are pressed tightly together. He’s still inside me. I can feel his heart beating against mine. My hand is resting on his shoulder, and when I lift it to his neck and press, I can feel his pulse fluttering.
“Checking I’m alive?” he asks.
I laugh and lower my hand. “Just making sure.”
“Not a bad idea. I think I blacked out at some point.”
I kiss his neck. I want to stay, but I don’t want to hurt him, so I go to move away.
He tightens his arms though. “Don’t.” He wraps them tightly around me, pulling me even closer, if that were possible. “Don’t go. Not yet.”
“Okay.” I snuggle my head against his neck. Peter always withdrew the second after he came, so I’m not used to this.
