I push my lust aside, focusing instead on the baby growing inside her. My baby.
Knowing that she’s carrying a child that is a part of us both is one of the biggest turn-ons I’ve ever known. I want her even more now.
That could just be because I haven’t had sex in so long that I physically ache, but I want to see every change and taste every new flavor she has to offer.
“You’re looking great. Pregnancy gives you an added glow.”
Her blush is instant and I feel my dick go hard enough to strip my zipper when she smiles shyly and looks up at me.
“Thank you. Now that the sickness part is over, I feel really good. I even gained some weight, which is great because I lost some. Anyway, I feel good is all,” she finishes, picking at her rice with a sigh.
I want so much to just tell her that I’m different and we belong together and all those things she seems to have needed when I wasn’t here before, but I hold back.
“So, you’re good? No lingering pain from the lung or your broken leg?” she asks when the silence drags a little too long because I have no idea what to say without putting my foot in my mouth.
“Yeah. I’m good.”
I was cleared for active duty yesterday and have yet to call my superiors and give them my retirement speech.
“Ah, that’s good, I guess…” she trails off before dropping her fork with a huff and meeting my eyes with determination. “This is more awkward than it freaking needs to be and we both know it, Roman.”
All I can do is nod since my tongue is damn near tied.
I’m just a man. I think with my dick a lot, and right now my dick is hard and yelling at me that my girl is sitting right there and I can just—
“We should just have sex.”
“What?”
I don’t think I heard her right. I think it’s just a part of that imagination I’ve been lacking lately, or even a product of the sheer desperation I’m feeling thanks to lack of blood flow to the brain.
Mel colors a bright shade of crimson and starts chewing that lip of hers before sighing and just forging ahead.
“We should just have sex. I’m feeling it, you’re feeling it, and we’re just sitting here trying to ignore it while that elephant in the room keeps stomping around. I want you and you want me and—”
“Are you saying you forgive me? That we have a shot at more?”
“No. I’m saying that I haven’t had sex in so long that my vagina won’t let me think straight. I’m saying that we were always good together when it came to the physical side of things, and I’m just tired of sitting here pretending we don’t want to rip into each other and fuck like animals. I want you, Roman. I always have.”
So it’s a no-strings thing.
“I’m not saying that I’ll want more with you, and I’m not saying that we can’t have more. One day. I just think that we can be lovers and friends while we figure things out.”
That hurts more than I thought it would, and yet I feel a lightness and a freedom I haven’t felt in too long. She’s giving me an in.
“Roman?”
I snap out of it and take a good look at her and see the way she keeps shifting in her seat.
If possible, my dick gets harder and I’m up and towering over her before my mind can fully process the move.
“Come on then, because I swear to God I can’t sit across form you another minute without at least touching you,” I growl, pulling her up and into me with a groan and a sigh when her arms wrap around my neck and she offers her sweet lips up to me.
I’m going to go slow and savor every touch and taste I’ve dreamed of since I left her. At least that’s what I keep telling myself even as I sweep her up and take her mouth in a kiss that’s sloppy and desperate and so hot and wonderful that I hear her moan and push closer.
I kiss her this way for a while, just enjoying the way she keeps pushing her tongue at me as if she can’t get enough. I can’t, either, and it scares me that no matter how hard I suck and lick at her, I can’t get close enough to satisfy the need that’s raging through me.
I’m almost in control when she hops up and wraps her legs around my thigh, her sex and the heat of her body burning me when she starts rubbing herself against my leg.
I lose control after that and I’m not ashamed to admit it. I remember every touch and every time we made love, and this is one of those times where the memory and present meld into one.
I remember the first time I touched her and she rode my thigh to her first orgasm. The way her heat stayed on my skin even hours later while I tried to finish my shift without getting myself killed, because all I could think about was that I needed to get home and get into her as soon as possible.