“Are you still on birth control? NuvaRing?” I ask, and I see confusion mar her face.
“Yes,” she says softly, and I nod. “How’d you . . . ?”
She told me in the past she was on birth control, which is why she wasn’t worried when the condom broke the first time we were together, but she never mentioned the type of birth control she was on. I knew it was the vaginal ring, though, because I felt it on my dick when I was buried deep inside her.
“I felt it rubbing against my cock,” I say, not taking my eyes off hers.
I reach down, running my hand up her inner thigh and right into her pussy. I take my ring finger, thrusting all the way inside, her heels lifting off the floor as she gasps. I hook the tip of my finger, grabbing the edge of the ring inside her and pulling it out of her body.
I see her eyes go from hooded and lustful to concerned, dropping down to my hand between her legs with her NuvaRing on the end of my finger. I toss it on the floor, my eyes never leaving hers, and I tell her what I’ve been dying to say for the last few weeks.
“I want you pregnant.”
19
Leigh
Every nerve ending in my body is buzzing with desire for Dr. Grant Rossi. His finger is so deep inside me, the pressure is causing me to rise up on my tippy toes.
Those words seem to echo in the utter silence of the room around me.
“I want you pregnant.”
My heart is thumping in my chest like a freight train barreling down the tracks. I stare at him, searching his eyes to see if he’s asking or telling . . . he’s telling.
No, he’s commanding, and it causes my insides to melt into a puddle of goo.
There are no questions in his eyes.
No hesitation as he spins me around, lifting me by my waist and pressing my back to the mirror. I wrap my legs around him instinctively. He turns, walking us over to the Pilates reformer.
Oh, he’s serious about fucking me on the machine.
Warning bells are going off in my head. We need to actually talk about what this means—not Grant’s version of talking, which is telling me and I just obey. But just as I tell my brain to open my mouth and say something, he slides me down his body, laying me back on the platform of the machine and sliding his hands up my inner thighs. He plants my feet on the floor on either side of the machine, fully exposing me to him.
“Don’t. Move,” he says in that demanding voice that instantly has me wanting more. He dives down, his tongue exploring every single inch of my womanhood. He consumes me so thoroughly—more than any man ever has—and in less than a minute, stars are exploding again behind my eyelids and my legs are shaking.
I open my eyes, looking down my body as I see him stroking himself and wiping the remainder of my release off his face.
“That is the sexiest image,” I murmur, biting my bottom lip as I try not to lunge forward and attack him.
He continues stroking himself, leaning down to plunge two fingers deep inside me, again eliciting a long, low moan from my lips. He removes them just as quickly then brings them to his mouth, licking them clean.
“I take it back. That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He grabs both of my hands, pulling me up and spinning me around.
“On all fours,” he says, pushing between my shoulder blades till I’m on my hands and knees before him. He’s quiet—not touching me—and I look back to see if there’s a problem, but he’s just looking at me, slowly pumping his hand up and down his thick, vascular shaft.
“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” he asks, reaching forward with one hand and running his fingers over my slit, dipping it inside and then dragging the wetness up over my asshole. He repeats the process two more times, only this time he presses against the tightness, dipping the tip of his finger inside.
“Oh,” I gasp. Nobody has ever been inside this part of my body before. I swing my head around to look at him.
“Has anyone been in here, Leigh?” he asks, his eyes not on me but on where his finger presses further inside me. I groan, my hands attempting to grip the platform beneath me.
“Answer me,” he says, thrusting his finger in further. I wince at the pain but press back against him, welcoming it.
“N—no.” The word tumbles from my lips as I close my eyes and breathe as he pulls his finger out an inch then back in further than before.
“I won’t take you there right now, but I will . . . soon.”
He drops down to his knees, placing the tip of his cock at my entrance before pushing inside me in one long, slow motion.
“Grant.” His name is breathy on my lips as my body struggles to accommodate him.
“Soon, baby.” The words are spoken through gritted teeth as he tries to contain his composure. “There won’t be a single inch of you that I haven’t touched—that I haven’t fucked or tasted.”
I want to scream as he pulls all the way out before slamming back into me. He repeats the process over and over before sitting back on the stationary portion of the machine, leaving me on the moving platform. He grips my hips, my entire body sliding back and forth on the platform—each time it returns, impaling me on his cock.
“I’m going to fill you so full with my cum,” he grunts. He’s absolutely drunk on lust right now and I’m no different.
The sound of our flesh slapping fills the studio, joined with our moans and grunts as Grant begins to lose control. His movements grow erratic, words falling out of his mouth as his neck and chest flex with his movements.
“You’re mine, Leigh. Fucking mine!” he growls before pulling me back one last time and holding me in place as his release pours inside me.
“Are you serious?” I ask as I lie naked in his arms on the floor of the studio.
He turns his head to look at me. “About what?” He runs his fingers over my upper thighs, causing me to squeeze them together. “About being in every single part of you?” He plants a kiss between the words. “Deadly serious, baby.” He sucks a nipple into his mouth, causing my back to arch off the floor. He releases it and I grab his face, forcing him to look at me.
“About the baby.”
His eyes search mine, like he’s looking for a hint from me on how he should answer.
“Yes, I’m just as serious about the baby.”
“Grant, I know you’re scared, but having a baby to keep me isn’t the answer.” I prop myself up on one arm so I can look at him. He looks at me, his eyebrows knitting together.
“I’m not trying to trap you, Leigh. You told me to do some self-reflection and figure out what I want, and I have.” His expression is clearly conveying that he’s upset.
“I’m just saying we can have a normal relationship where we communicate and are committed to each other,” I tell him. “I’m not going anywhere, Grant. I told you I was in love with you and I meant it.”
He’s staring at me, his eyes fearful, and I reach out and grab his hands. “Baby, that’s why you date: to see if you both want a life together and are compatible. I know you’re scared of repeating your past relationship—of thinking everything is going okay and then it all falls apart.”