Page 54 of My Girlfriend is Not the Father

‘We’re good, we’re good. Don’t stop.’ Lucy pushed her mouth back on to Jade’s. ‘That was only before I got pregnant. Now that I’m here … anyway, just don’t stop.’ Paperwork be damned. She’d explain the logistics tomorrow. Right now, no more clinical talk. She wanted Jade. Bad.

Full moonlight filled the room; breaths permeated the air. Lucy tugged at the bottom of Jade’s shirt, lifting it higher, her finger scraping against her naked belly. Jade’s stomach quivered in response. She threw the T-shirt to the corner and tugged at Lucy’s robe.

‘Can I touch you?’ Jade’s words were hoarse, raspy, needy.

Lucy moved her mouth to Jade’s ear. ‘Yes … I want everything.’

The robe opened and Jade’s palm skimmed up Lucy’s thigh, higher, higher, moving to her centre, hovering. ‘You’re so beautiful, Lucy … your skin … I can’t …’ Jade pressed her palm on top of Lucy’s centre, and pushed just enough, just right, until Lucy’s legs verged on giving out completely.

‘Bed,’ Lucy commanded and dropped her robe.

Before Lucy had even lain down, Jade kicked off her jeans. Her chest lifted and lowered. Her eyes skimmed every inch of Lucy, taking a mental tour, inventory, her lips parted with want. ‘I can’t believe this is happening.’

Lucy propped up on her elbows, meeting Jade’s gaze. ‘Me, neither.’ They had only just begun, and already this was better than Lucy ever had, better than she ever envisioned. She was naked, exposed, more vulnerable than she’d ever been, yet the safest she’d ever felt. Was this how other people felt? How was she so lucky to be feeling this want, this full-body desire, with someone she cared about so much? Tomorrow, she would do some gratitude prayers. Tonight, all she wanted to do was fill herself with Jade.

As Lucy ran her tongue up Jade’s cleavage, across her throat, she mixed it with kisses and hot breaths, and Jade shivered under the sensation. She gripped Jade’s ass, tugging her leg between her thighs, then moved her hands to unclasp Jade’s bra. After tossing it aside, she hovered her mouth over Jade’s breast. ‘Good?’

Jade exhaled, dragging Lucy into her. ‘So good.’

When Lucy’s mouth met Jade’s nipple, Jade gasped, her shoulder crumbling. Her tongue swept Jade. The need to sample every part of her, to take the most luxurious journey, to show her how much she cared and wanted and believed in her, consumed Lucy. Fingers and mouths moved, lips on body parts, soft moans filled the air.

Jade lowered Lucy, resting her against the pillow. Her palms slid down Lucy’s face, her neck, her hands filled themselves with Lucy’s breasts. ‘I … can’t … it’s so good … you’re so fucking perfect.’ Her mouth moved, a perfect combination of licking and sucking, as Lucy’s eyes fluttered closed. If the apocalypse happened right now, she’d die happy. This was heaven. Jade was heaven.

Hands trailed, moving, heavy breaths flowed. Lucy hooked her fingers on Jade’s underwear and tugged, the pads of her fingers aching to feel Jade from the inside. Jade slipped out of her remaining clothes and rolled to the side. When Lucy shifted to face Jade, her skin blushed, feverish. She wanted more.

Jade’s fingertips found Lucy and touched her outside, the softest of touches.

‘Mmmmmm …’ murmured Lucy. How could something that was a whisper of a graze make her feel like this? All curled toes, skin on fire, tingles shooting up to her scalp. And then … oh God … Jade dipped two fingers inside. Each glide, each motion showed Lucy how much she was wanted, how much Jade felt the same.

Lucy wanted to do the same, needed to do the same, but her thoughts were fuzzy. ‘It’s so … good …’ she mumbled incoherently as she lifted her hips, matched Jade’s rhythm, and gripped Jade’s forearm. She rocked against her touch when Jade lowered herself, never breaking stride, never faltering.

Jade’s mouth hovered over her core, breath joining in the motions, and then … oh yes … then skilled lips and tongues and fingers moved together. Lucy gasped. Everything was so right, she felt needed and appreciated and beautiful. Her thighs tightened around Jade’s perfect, perfect motions.

How was Jade reading Lucy’s body, her movements, her breaths so seamlessly? More pressure, less pressure, faster, harder, slower – Jade knew. Lucy’s breaths were heavy, her moans louder. The trembles started deep in her abdomen. ‘Right there … more … please …’ A whimper escaped as the trembles grew, heavier, fuller, so close. More kisses, more glides, a thumb added to the outside and oh … yes, there. Her insides clenched, her thighs shaky and quivering. ‘Oh fuuu … yes!’

Finally, release. The wave hit, hard, high, heavy, and strong. Lucy’s heartbeat slammed against her chest.

Jade stayed until the shakes stopped, then gently lifted herself off Lucy and lay to her side, stroking her hair.

Lucy couldn’t move. She was boneless and limp but ached to do everything to Jade. When her breathing calmed, she whispered into the air. ‘Two more minutes … and I cannot wait to do that to you.’

PART TWO

Chapter 20

Lucy

So. Much. Vomit.

Lucy rested her head against the porcelain god which had become her new best friend these past two months. Sweat beaded on her neck and her hair stuck to it like putty. The inside of her nose stung, a wretched feeling like she dived into the deep end and chlorine shot up her nostrils. She hurled again, then felt gentle hands sweep her hair away from her face and snug it into a firm grip.

Lucy was too sick to even be surprised that someone had walked into her home without her knowledge. ‘Whoever said morning sickness ended after the first trimester is a liar on every level.’ She gasped as she stood on wobbly legs, grabbed a rag from the linen closet, and ran it under cold water. The wetness against her cheeks and neck cooled the heat from the nausea. ‘I didn’t even hear you come in.’

‘Couldn’t hear me over the hurling, huh?’ Jade filled a glass with water and handed it over, their routine over the last two plus months since becoming a couple.

Some new couples went wine tasting and tried out new restaurants. In their dynamic, Jade rubbed Lucy’s feet and ran to the store when Lucy ran out of Tums.

‘Aren’t you still in your first trimester, though?’ Jade asked. ‘You only peed on a stick like, what, two and a half months ago?’