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Prologue
Maya
Seven years ago
"Baby,"Igasped,"Iwant you inside me."
I ran my hands over his chiseled arms as his mouth covered mine. We were lost in a lust-filled romp, my legs wrapped around his body and me just wanting him. Wanting him in a primal way. Loving how he was wanting me, too.
He hovered over me, growling in a way that primed my core. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening our kiss, intertwining my hungry tongue with his. I wanted to dissolve into him, for us to be one.
His grunt in response told me he wanted to fulfill my request just as much as I wanted it. I reached down to stroke his dick and god, it was hard, and it was ready. I stroked him a few times, and he closed his eyes, absorbing the pleasure. Lining up his cock with my center, I released him and kissed him again. He pushed into me, causing me to gasp with his width. He filled me in a way that I never had with anyone else, and it drove me wild.
He started thrusting, slowly at first, but soon picking up the pace. Both of us were exhaling with every thrust, which probably made us sound like a tennis match gone wild, but I didn't care. We were both nearing the edge, with him moving inside me, and my hips arching up to deepen his every thrust.
He pulled out, and I whimpered my protest.
"I just want to be sure…" He created a trail of kisses down my chest, pushing my breasts together as his face nuzzled between them, and continued downwards. His hands slid down my sides as he came to rest his face between my legs. His eyes were closed, and he looked like he was enjoying himself even more than I was about to be enjoying myself.
His tongue circled my clit, and I tensed with anticipation.
"Relax", he whispered. And he continued to suck me like a ripe peach, my juices feeding his lust. His able tongue explored my folds until it thrust inside me over and over. He finally replaced his tongue with his fingers as he continued to dance his tongue over my clit. My breathing quickened, almost gasping, until a wave of absolute ecstasy rode from my core and exploded out the top of my head. I screeched with total pleasure, becoming completely limp, but wanting him to finish inside me so I could feel his fullness again.
"Please," I begged him. "Get back inside me and fuck me just how you like it. Break my pelvis if you have to." He smiled and then crawled, army style, back up towards my face and kissed me deeply so that I tasted myself on him. It was so fucking hot and I couldn't take it any longer. I spread my legs around him and pulled him close so that he plunged back inside me.
"I just wanted to be sure that you were going to have as good of a time as I'm having." He closed his eyes and his breathing rate increased. "Oh, God, what you do to me," he whispered. He started to pump me over and over, relentlessly, until we were almost unable to contain ourselves. Finally, he thrust deep and held himself in me, arched his back with release, until he finally collapsed.
We lay there, panting with exertion and release, almost unable to believe what pleasure we could create between us.
"Fuck, that was good," he finally said.
"Mm-hmm," I said, almost dreamily. I kissed his forehead. "Totally perfect."
He reached over to his nightstand and opened the drawer. He shimmied his body close to mine, facing me. In his hand was a large, shiny blue button that he was flipping in his fingers.
"I don't have much to give you now, Maya, but just keep this. You never know what our future holds, but I want you to know that you'll always have a piece of my heart." I took the button and gave him a deep, accepting, loving kiss. He was everything to me and this button was the most beautiful gesture.
We lay there and fell into a dopey, blissful sleep. When the sun rose the next morning, we untangled ourselves, had a lighter session of morning sex, and then showered to get ready for the day.
He kissed me goodbye as he headed out to work.
Little did I know that would be the last time I would see him.
I sat alone in our empty apartment, staring out the window at the bustling city below. I couldn't believe it had been two months already since he had left me with only a text to say, "I'm so sorry. I have to go." I didn't think it would be forever. I had asked him to call me and talk about it. There hadn't been any signs that he was unhappy. But he didn't answer ever again, and I had to just let him go.
I hadn’t been sure I’d survive even one day, yet here I was.
I felt lost and alone without him. I felt overwhelmed by the two pink lines on the pregnancy test sitting on the bathroom counter.
I’d known for weeks, though. At first, I denied the possibility. So what, everyone missed a period now and then? I was under a lot of stress.
But then the morning sickness hit early and hit hard. I could barely even keep my job at the off-campus restaurant.
I could no longer ignore the signs or the truth: I was pregnant. Pregnant and alone.
I would have to do this alone. Because he left.
How can I even think about being a single mother? The panic that rose inside me was wild and if I thought too long, my heart rate would get to an unsustainable level. The bottom line was that I was afraid of being a single mother.
