Yeah, this is what my girl needed, and I’m glad I can give it to her. I slide two fingers inside her slick sheath and pull them out, then push them back inside deeper, making her cry out in pleasure. I continue my movements as she convulses around me.
Her orgasm builds, and she begins to shake against me. One last flick of her clit with my tongue and she explodes all over my hand, crying out her orgasm. She lowers herself down on the bed after one intense ride.
“Wow. I needed that,” she whispers.
“You think I’m done with you? Crawl back up the bed baby, and open yourself wide for me.” I crawl behind her like a lion stalking its prey. Hovering over her, I lean inches from her, not allowing her to kiss me.
“Can we use the ropes again, please?” she begs.
“We will. But first, I need to feel your pussy on my cock. Get on your knees.” She rolls and lifts as she does, thrusting her hips backwards, telling me what she needs and wants. Rubbing my cock over her pussy, I push it inside her. Inch by inch, slowly at first, then I pull back, thrusting in again. She moans loudly.
I do it over and over. She loves it and starts moving up against me. She pulls off to push back. Fuck this is amazing. I’m glad I didn’t wait.
Before I know it, my orgasm is brewing, and I grip her hips, needing to fuck her harder. I want to leave her completely satisfied. Thrusting in and out of her, I feel her body begin to shake again. My balls tighten as her pussy grips me like a vice.
She moans out her orgasm as I thrust into her once more before I fill her with cum. She groans against me as we breathe heavily for a moment. Pulling out, I roll us, so we’re laying down.
She leans against me, laying light kisses over my chest. “Can we use the ropes now?”
I laugh. “Demanding aren’t you?”
“You have no idea.” She winks as she pulls the rope out of my drawer.
If it’s what she wants, then I’ll do anything to please her. I lean down, placing a kiss on her lips.
My heart is shattering open and in a good way. There’s no one else I want to have my heart in her hands but my Stephanie.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jake
“Push baby,” I urge Stephanie.
She’s red-faced, pushing her heart out, and then I see the baby come out into the midwife’s arms.
But things aren’t what they seem. The baby is purple, unbreathing.
The midwife’s sombre look tells me everything I need to know, and my heart sinks.
I turn my attention back to Stephanie. She’s shaking and struggling to breathe.
“Is the baby okay?” she asks.
“No baby, but let’s concentrate on you,” I manage with a hoarse voice.
She shakes harder.
“Jake, I can’t live without our baby.” Her hand goes limp and the next thing I know she’s stopped breathing too.
A light hand taps my shoulder.
“I’m sorry, sir, but they’re gone.”
What does he mean gone? Surely, not dead?
Looking up into the doctor’s face, I find Joe’s staring back.
“You couldn’t save me. What made you think you could save them?”
I fall to my knees but don’t stop falling until…
I jerk awake, bolting to sit upright, breathing heavily, and my entire body is shaking.
“Babe, are you okay?” Stephanie’s sleepy voice says beside me.
Turning my head, she’s rubbing her eyes, then sits up too. She slides a hand onto my bicep.
“Did you have a nightmare?” she asks, gently rubbing my arm. It’s comforting.
I gulp. “Yeah.”
“Want to talk about it?” She slides into my lap and hugs me.
Wrapping my arms around her, I bury my face in her hair. “Not really, but I know it’ll help. I dreamed I lost you and our baby.”
Tears fall onto my shoulder. “Oh, Jake. That’s awful.”
“You’re telling me. It’s my worst nightmare. I don’t want to lose you or the baby.”
“You won’t. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.” She places light kisses on my shoulder right up to my lips. Her kiss is gentle, comforting and very much needed. I don’t feel completely comfortable yet, though, and so I decide I need a drink.
“I’m going to get a whiskey.”
“Okay.”
I arch an eyebrow her way. “What, no lecture that it’s not a good idea?”
“Nope. Jake, I want to be your girlfriend, not your keeper. If you want to have a whiskey, then do it. What you must’ve gone through over there can’t have been easy on you. I don’t want to put any more pressure on you.”
I grin. “You’re just trying to sweet-talk me into bed again.”
She gives me a mischievous grin. “I meant it, Jake. If you think it will help, then have a whiskey. When you are ready, come back to bed, I’ll make it worth your while.”
“I have no doubt you will.”
Standing up, I search the room for my clothes. Pulling them on, I turn to Stephanie, who stands to hug me.
“Jake… I…” she stops hugging me. I feel that she had something else she wanted to say, but couldn’t bring herself to say it. I’m pretty sure my sweet sugar has fallen in love with me, and I have no fucking clue what I’ve done to deserve her love.
“I won’t be long.”
“Take as long as you need,” she says, climbing back into bed. I tuck the blankets around her and step out of the room.
Making my way downstairs, I’m surprised to find a light on in the lounge and a familiar figure sitting at the kitchen bench sipping his whiskey.
Toby.
I grab a glass from the cupboard, pour my own and sit next to him.
“Rough night?” I ask, taking a sip of my drink.
“Yup. You?”
“Nightmare.”
“Steph knows?” he asks.
“She does, and I took your advice too. I’m getting help from the base counsellor, but no one knows.”
“Shit, you took my advice. You never take my advice.”
“I know. I guess I want the girl so bad I’ll do anything to help myself.”
“Do you think it’s working?” he asks.
“Dunno. I’ve only had one session so far.” I drain my glass, allowing the dark liquid’s smoothness burn down my throat.
I pour another and Toby holds his glass out to me.
“More?” I ask.
“Just one, then I’m heading to bed.”
“Good idea.”
Finishing our drinks, we both head to our bedrooms.
I slide beneath the blankets, close to Stephanie, and wrap my arms around her. I don’t know whether I’ll have another nightmare or not. Something tells me I won’t with the woman I’m falling in love with by my side.
Stephanie
I’m out shopping with Aria, Riley and Sasha and hoping I find a dress I love for my date with Jake. I want to look great for him, but so far, everything I’ve found hasn’t fit at all. I look fat, not pregnant.
I walk out of the changing room wearing the latest in a string of different selections.