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Only I couldn’t have those connections. Not with her. She was our surrogate — the mother of our child — but she was oursharedsurrogate, and that meant she could never fully belong to me.
Aiden. Connor.
They’d already had her, and that was fine. They’d woken before her and told me about it immediately, even before she did. Between us there would never be any secrets. There would never be any jealousy, because every one of our successes were always measured together. But it was good that she’d told me. It showed honesty and strength of character, when she could’ve just as easily not mentioned their union the night before.
I hadn’t been surprised that my friends had taken her, only that they’d done it at the same time. That part seemed odd. But the way they’d described it, and the way I envisioned it in my mind?
Well… that part was strangely a turn on.
My God. She feels like a thousand degrees inside…
Jordyn’s arms were hooked over my shoulders now, her legs wrapped tightly around me. Our bodies were still warm from the hundred-degree waters of the lagoon. They were even warmer now from our exertion, and from being under the blankets. I realized I’d been holding off, when I could’ve already let go. The ultimate goal was to seed her… to put her with my child. I could let the control fall away at any moment. Within seconds I’d be spurting, shooting…
“On your back...”
She breathed the words into my ear, her tone hopeful. I obliged right away. Grabbing her tightly, I pinned myself inside her on the next thrust and kept myself there as I rolled backwards. In one smooth motion I lifted her onto me, the two of us moving straight into the cowgirl position without ever breaking our perfect, beautiful union.
Jordyn’s hands went to my chest, her fingers spreading wide for leverage. She grinded downward, as far as she could, then tossed her hair back and looked me straight in the eyes.
“I’m gonna…”
Those eyes went glassy, then distant. They rolled back into her head.
“I—” she stammered softly. “I—”
Then I felt it — the first wave of contractions. The swell of her climax, squeezing me hard from within.
“Oh my GOD Elliot…”
Her luscious thighs quivered and shook as her orgasm overtook her. As for me, I got to lay back and enjoy it. I practically watched her consciousness leave her body, as her arms locked and her nipples went stiff and her mouth opened in a sexily feminine, yet guttural moan.
“OhhhHHHhhhHHHhhh…”
Again and again she contracted around me, squeezing me with each wave of pure white ecstasy that overtook her brain. On that level we were actually connected. Her pleasure becamemypleasure, whether we’d planned it or not.
She was staring upward now, her head thrown back, her still-wet hair spilling down over her shoulders in two dark rivers. She was absolutely gorgeous like this. Heartbreakingly beautiful! So much that I could feel another connection forming — an unwanted connection — and the sensations alarmed me so deeply I almost withdrew…
What the hell are you—
Instead I let go, blasting her insides with my own pent-up orgasm. Jordyn’s eyes fluttered open the moment she felt it. She bit her bottom lip as those eyes went wide, staring sensuously down at me as I filled her pussy with jet after glorious jet of my thick, hot seed.
FUCK MEEEE.
I grunted through a series of curses, screwing my own eyes shut to avoid looking at hers. The connection there was too great, too powerful. Too…
Don’t.
Over and over I spurted, erupting so achingly deep inside her I saw silver flashes and thought I’d go blind. The sensations were better than anything I’d experienced in my entire life. With anyone. Ever.
And shit, that frightened the hell out of me.
In the end I chalked it up to outside forces. Perhaps there was an added thrill in trying to get her pregnant. Maybe on some base, instinctual level, the whole thing was exciting because it was my first time using sex for what it was ultimately meant for: procreation.
Her hands still splayed across my chest, Jordyn began rolling her hips in a circle, draining me fully. After a while the circles slowed down and it was just the two of us, belly to belly, face to face. She reached up and touched the side of my cheek with one hand as our noses brushed, and our eyes met one last time.
“That sure didn’t feel like business,” she said softly.
Thirty-Six
