I had zero control in this position, facedown on the table. He pounded my body in a fast, hard rhythm. I supposed that I had made him wait.
I felt my body turn into a puddle of happiness. I closed my eyes and just felt Chris entering me over and over again, moving my body as he liked. My clit was rubbing against the edge of the table.
He leaned down to bite my shoulder, and I squeaked and clenched my muscles around him.
That was enough for him to pick up the pace and ram into me harder than before. I couldn't hold on any longer and felt my body climax. I gasped for air as I felt him release inside of me, filling me with his hot seed.
He left my body, and I just lay there on the table. If I was going to keep doing this, I'd need to train. He was wearing me out.
I heard water running, and then I felt a warm, wet towel between my thighs. It felt soothing and nice, making my back muscles relax slowly.
I heard the soft landing of the towel when he threw it away.
I put my hands on either side of my face, preparing to stand, when I felt Chris' tongue slide inside of me.
"Chris!"
He didn't say a word, just pulled my thighs a little further apart. He ate me out while he pushed me rhythmically against the edge of the table so that my clit was called into action again.
One hand went to the base of my spine to rub my sacrum. I felt pure, golden joy release inside of my body, filling me from top to bottom. I felt like I should be glowing.
My legs started shaking, and then my whole body shook as I climaxed again. I'd had more climaxes in the last 24 hours than I did in a normal year.
"You're a better breakfast than anything that I could cook."
Chris' arms pulled me up by my shoulders, and my feet touched the ground. He squeezed one of my breasts as he asked, "What are you going to do today?"
My phone buzzed. He tried to steal it, but I went and checked it.
"It's Laila."
He let go of me.
"What does she want?"
"She wants to meet for brunch. You down?"
"Yeah."
I texted her that I'd show up. Chris' phone buzzed.
"Trouble." Chris' eyebrow went up. "He wants me to come to brunch."
"How surprised do you think they'll be if we show up together?"
"Only way to figure that out is to do it." He squeezed one of my breasts while staring into my eyes, making warmth pool inside of my body.
He pushed me back on the counter. My nervousness about meeting Laila and Trouble for the first time as a couple melted away as he made me melt into a puddle full of glowing light.
We were late getting into the car to meet Laila at our favorite bagel place.
Laila's Pregnancy
Chris
Laila and Trouble were holding hands, sitting side by side at the table at the bagel shop. I looked at their interlocked hands and grimaced.
"Barf."
"Get used to it, buddy. We're married, and we have other news."
"Yeah?"
"I'm having a baby!"
I was very glad that I was sitting down, because I felt like a puppet with my strings cut.
"What? How did that happen?" I blinked rapidly, and I looked between them.
"High school health class taught you how that happened, dog. But yeah, we're going to expand our family. Congratulate us, bro."
"Yeah, congratulations, whatever." I felt slightly dizzy as if Trouble had punched me in the face. In a way, I felt like he had. I was still adjusting to my baby sister being married, and wham!
Kiddo on board.
I cleared my throat and looked at Nora. If there was a right moment, it was right here. Right now.
"You want to?"
Laila looked between us, and the skin next to her eyes tightened.
"What's going on? What's wrong?"
Nora smiled a Pan Am smile, the kind of smile that only moved her lips. "I'm expecting, too."
Laila glared at me. "Did you … ?"
"Yes."
She leaned back. "Oh wow. But you two are really different, because Trouble and I are married, and you two are just seeing … each … "
She looked at both of us staring at the table.
"Oh my gosh. Nora. Your hand."
Nora looked at her wedding ring as if she had zero clue how it got there.
"You're married?" Laila shook her head like a dog shaking off water. "You two are married? When? How? What?"
Trouble squeezed her hand. "I didn't know that you got hitched."
"It wasn't … planned." Nora's voice was so quiet that I could barely hear her. "It just happened."
"And now you're having a baby."
"Yes."
"What are you guys planning?"
"We're taking each day as it comes."
I was silent. Nora knew how I felt about all of this. She was my wife, and she was carrying my child. I would prefer for her to move in with me, but she probably wanted to stay in school for the time being. I just considered myself lucky that she hadn't aborted our baby before I even knew about it. We'd had a discussion over breakfast … a one-sided discussion, since I'd distracted her with sex, but I knew that she was probably moving in.
"Where are you guys even going to live? Nora's still in school. Are you moving in with her?"
I snorted. "No. She lives in a tiny studio. No way."
"I'm not living with him." Nora pointed at me. "He's a night owl."
We hadn't really talked about it. "I am not. It's not my fault that you get up at ass o'clock every day." Laila had told me a long time ago that Nora liked to do pre-dawn yoga.
"Not mine that you go to bed around that time, either."
We looked away from each other.
Trouble cleared his throat. "Okay, then. Laila and I need to go to an appointment with a midwife to discuss our options."
I felt like he had punched me in the gut. I guessed that I needed to get involved with a lot of the prenatal care, and he was obviously a good dad already.
I had no idea about any of this. I wasn't one of those guys who cooed over tiny babies. Every time that I held one, people yelled at me about supporting the head and neck. I didn't know anything about babies, except that they weighed about the same as a fish that was keeper-sized.
"See you guys," Nora said, smiling and waving. I wished that she smiled at me, but she hadn't really been all that friendly after we'd gotten married. It was true that marriage ruined everything.
Laila and Trouble left. I opened my wallet to throw a few bills on the table, not bothering to wait for the check.
"Let's head out. I guess we need to talk."
Fatherhood
Chris
Nora and I walked out of the restaurant, and I couldn't hold myself back anymore.
"How the fuck do you handle a baby? I know shit about having a child."
"Language!" Nora hissed at me. "Do you want our baby coming out of the wound and saying a curse word as his first word?"
"Do you know the gender already?"
"No, I just have a feeling. Do you care either way?"
I thought about it. A little boy to climb trees. A little girl to chase around the yard, pigtails flying behind her.
"No."
"Good." She sighed. "I scheduled an appointment for this afternoon to confirm my pregnancy. You want to come with?"
"Yeah." I had a few meetings scheduled this afternoon, so I pulled out my phone and texted my assistant to cancel them because I was unavoidably detained. I slipped the phone back into my pocket.
Nora was frowning at me. "What?" I'd just cleared my schedule for her, and she was acting like I'd done something wrong.
"I don't want you to use your phone when you should be paying attention to the baby. What kind of father would you be if you never paid attention to your baby? Are you going to be another Elon Musk, emailing on his phone while he spends time with his kids? Always needing a nanny to keep an eye on them?"
I shrugged. "I don't know yet. I haven't spent any time with little kids, especially not babies. I think of them as poop and barf machines."
"You might want to change your mindset, because you're about to get your own poop and barf machine."
I eyed her stomach with its gentle curve. "I guess so." I reached out a hand to touch the lump, and she took a half step back.
"Did you drive here?"
"Yeah, I'm parked down the block. I can meet you at the doctor's office. I'll give you the address." She whipped out her phone.
I heard my phone buzz when I received her text.
"See you soon."
She headed in the opposite direction from where my car was parked.
I walked up several flights of stairs to find my car.
The baby was becoming more and more real to me. He or she was going to be a tiny human being who would be my responsibility.
I was terrified of being a father more than I'd been afraid of anything in my entire life. I'd lived my life prepping for swimming competitions, so I was no stranger to a healthy dose of fear and a little performance anxiety. But this was another level. A tiny human being would depend on me and his mother for his existence.
Man, was I lost.