Page 44 of The Road Back to Us

She grinned as she did as I asked, inserting two instead of one. Her eyes fluttered closed as she fucked herself with them, letting them glide in and out with her arousal coating them.

“Let me taste them,” I said, trying my best not to beg.

She slowly slid her fingers out and leaned forward, brushing them against my lips as I opened them and licked the arousal off.

“Fuck, baby,” I groaned. “I want you to ride my cock, but I really, really need to eat that pussy. Do you think I could do that first?”

Her cheeks flushed the prettiest shade of pink as she nodded.

“Good. Climb up here and sit on my face.”

“Cole!! No!” she shrieked, letting out a nervous laugh. “I can’t sit on your face.”

“Oh, but baby, that’s where you’re wrong. You absolutely can sit on my face. In fact, I’m demanding that you sit on my face and let me eat you out.”

“I’m too heavy for that.”

I gripped her hips, squeezing them with enough force to get her attention focused on me again as she tried to look away.

“You’re not too heavy. I don’t want to hear those words out of your mouth ever again. Your body is absolute perfection, Lyric. I would love nothing more than to have you ride my face and let me eat that pussy until you come on my tongue.”

Her face gave her away as it flushed with shock, then arousal at the vivid picture I’d painted for her.

“Please,” I added, giving her a few seconds to think about it.

Finally, she let out the breath she had been holding and climbed up until she was sitting exactly where I wanted her. I grabbed her thighs and held onto her as I greedily lapped at her arousal, spreading her lips with my tongue as I sought out more.

It took her a few minutes before she relaxed enough to sit on my face fully, and once she did, I went absolutely wild. I flicked her clit hard and fast with my tongue, loving the way she gripped my hair and pulled it as she moved her hips to get the friction she needed.

I wanted her to come again and knew I could get her there in a matter of seconds.

Her breathing was coming in labored pants as she tried to grind herself harder against my face. I held onto her thighs and locked my lips around her clit, sucking it with such intensity that I felt her start to spasm around it almost immediately.

Thirty-Nine

Lyric

I tapped my fingers anxiously on my thigh as I sat on the exam table, waiting for the doctor to come in. It had taken a few weeks to get in with the OBGYN, but I was thankful that we were able to do an ultrasound today as well. I had done my best not to stress about being pregnant, but it was hard given how all the others had ended.

Cole reached over and squeezed my hand gently, letting me know he was there for me. There was a knock at the door, then a woman who looked to be around my age walked in.

“Hi, sorry for the wait,” she said, closing the door behind her as she glanced at the clipboard in her hand before smiling at us. “I’m Doctor Navarro.”

“No worries,” I answered, forcing a smile, but the thought that she had the potential to break my heart in a few minutes left me uneasy.

I had been through so many ultrasounds that I learned not to get my hopes up. There were the ones that were done as soon as we found out I was pregnant, only to confirm there was no heartbeat. Then there were the ones that left us feeling a false sense of security when there was a heartbeat for several weeks, only to have it stop later on.

“I see that we’re doing an intrauterine pregnancy check to make sure the pregnancy is developing safely in the right place and to confirm the date of gestation. Is that correct?” She lowered the clipboard and looked at us, waiting for an answer.

“Yes,” I replied quietly, knowing Cole heard the hesitation in my voice when he squeezed my hand again. “We are confirming that this one is a viable pregnancy. We understand that there might not be a heartbeat or that...”

She smiled sadly at me as understanding registered across her face.

“We’ve been through this a lot,” I continued, wanting her to know that no matter what the news was, I could handle it. “I’ve had several miscarriages over the years and have never carried past thirteen weeks. We know that there is a good chance...”

I stopped when I felt Cole’s hand slip from mine as a look of devastation flashed across his face.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “But I just don’t want to get my hopes up.”