The Right Kind of Love(78)

“Are you doing okay?” I would pull out this second and not worry about the raging case of blue balls. I hoped to God that she wasn’t having any flashbacks.

“Yes, oh, yes,” she moaned. “You feel incredible, Damien. Holy shit.” My girl was enjoying herself and it made me smile even more.

“How does my piercing feel?” I said breathily.

“It’s incredible. It’s hitting me at all the right spots.” She closed her eyes and I could only imagine she was enjoying the sensations my body was bringing to her as I was on overload.

I began pumping my cock into her, going slowly, and then speeding up. We both had a light sheen of sweat on our bodies. I peppered kisses all over her face and forehead and let her know how special she was to me while giving her everything I had with my cock.

Placing my lips over hers, I began to deeply kiss her while my cock worked at its own pace. I drove my tongue against hers until we were breathless and panting.

Sinking balls deep, I shifted my hips from side to side, and that did the trick. Flexing my hips and going in a circular motion made her go ape-shit. I felt her squeeze my cock, and then she came and came. Losing it after that, I unloaded. It was beautiful, sensual, and very sexy.

“Thank you. That was incredible.” I kissed her lips, soft and chaste.

“Thank you, Damien. You made my body come alive again. That was amazing.” She took her hand and caressed the side of my face. It was sweet.

So fucking sweet.

Something wasn’t adding up. I looked at her body again examining every square inch of her beauty. “Um, I just realized something, sweetheart.” This damn little diva had duped me.

“What’s that?”

“Well, if I remember correctly, you told me you had a tattoo. I didn’t notice any tattoos on you just now except for the one I gave you.”

She started laughing. Laughing so hard that she shook the bed. Looking at her, I could see the tears coming down her eyes from laughing so much. She was out of control.

“What? What’s so funny?” Her laugh was so infectious that I started laughing with her.

“Oh, my God, I think I’m going to pee.” She slid her legs off the bed and ran to the bathroom.

I certainly didn’t plan for our pillow talk to go like this.

She rushed back over to the bed and plopped herself down beside me. She was still giggling.

“So?”

“I totally got you. I don’t have any other tattoos except the one you gave me. Which I love so much, by the way. I want another one after the baby is born.” I gently placed my hand over her body claiming her.

“I love seeing the ink I put on your body. Me and only me. But I must say that you’re such a stinker.” I started tickling her and she squirmed all over the bed while she giggled.

I stopped tickling her, and she was breathless. “Got you.” She tapped me on the nose.

“Yes, you most certainly did. I think it’s time for some sleep, but don’t be surprised when I wake you up in the middle of the night for round two and three.” And I meant every word. I would for sure be waking up my little diva.

“Oh, is that so? What if I don’t’ want to?”

“Trust me, you’ll want to. Now, come over here and let me snuggle you.” She moved into my arms and rested her head on my chest.

“Good night, sweets.”

“Good night, honey.”

Finally, we had fused our bodies and souls as one. And it was the best night of my fucking life. When she said she ‘got me,’ she had no idea that she actually did—in more than one way.





Sydney

We had been living in our new home for one month and loved it. Every evening was filled with our passion as we consumed one another body and soul. The way we fit together was as if we were made for one another. None of my past relationships could even compare with what I had with Damien. What I felt for him was like nothing else. And I had to admit, without a doubt, I was completely and irrevocably in love with this man. We hadn’t said I love you to one another, but I had a feeling he shared the same feelings.

He hadn’t slept in his bed once since we moved in together. He was always in mine, and I preferred it that way. It was comforting to go to bed wrapped around him, and then to wake up next to him in the morning and see his smiling face.

I still hadn’t made a decision whether or not I was going to keep the baby. Reality was that I didn’t have that much time to make a decision. But if I decided to keep it, I needed time to get the nursery ready and fully prepare myself for motherhood.

My friends at work finally knew I was expecting. I couldn’t hide my bump any longer. I wasn’t huge, but with my height, it was obvious. Of course, they asked questions, but I kept my responses to a minimum. I’m sure they would be shocked if I gave him or her up for adoption. But I felt like it was still my choice, and I wouldn’t want anyone making my mind up for me.