She grabbed my hand out from her underwear and pulled it to her lips, drawing two of my fingers into her mouth in turn. I groaned with desire, partly at the physical sensation of what she was doing, and partly because it was so fucking hot to watch her taste herself on my fingers, to close her eyes and savor the taste of the two of us like that. She lightly bared her teeth against the sensitive pads of my fingertips and I pressed my lips together and felt something buckle and break within in. I needed her. Now.
I pulled my fingers from her mouth, stood up, and scooped her into my arms; she wrapped her arms around my neck for support and let me carry her upstairs to the bedroom, the place that I had been sleeping alone in for the last six weeks. She planted a soft kiss against my neck, the feel of her sweet breath against my skin driving me crazy, and then murmured into my ear:
“I’ve wanted this since the first moment I saw you.”
I laid her down carefully on the bed and pulled off my shirt, the urgency pulsing through me at the sound of those words – knowing that I hadn’t been imagining this, that there was this chemistry between us, was making this even more urgent than it had been before, and I wasn’t willing to wait any longer. I undressed fast, and quickly did the same to her, stripping off her jacket and her dress and her stockings and her underwear like a Christmas gift until she was completely naked in front of me. I placed my hand for a moment on the tiny bump of her stomach, and then carefully climbed on top of her, my mouth finding her’s once more. I kissed down her body, across her neck, to that sensitive part where her neck met her ear, and then down, until I could take each one of her nipples into my mouth in turn, teasing them both to hardness. She let out these perfect little sighs and moans with every movement, with every touch, and I realized that my cock was practically aching for her at this point. I couldn’t take much more. I wasn’t sure she could, either.
“Fuck me,” she gasped, reaching down to pull me back on top of her. “Please, I need to feel you inside me…”
I kissed her again, and she took my cock in her hand, placing it at the entrance to her pussy, not wanting to make her wait a moment longer. And then, without further ado, I pushed myself inside of her, and both of us let out a long, satisfied groan.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I murmured in her ear, and she hooked her ankles behind my back to pull me in deeper, snaking her arms around my shoulders once again and raking her nails down my back. The feel – the pain mixed with the pleasure – was almost enough to push me over the edge right then and there but I had every intention of making this last, of taking my time.
I fucked her long and hard and slow, not wanting to go too fast in case I hurt her or the baby; I had never had sex with a pregnant woman before, and I wasn’t sure what the protocol was, but I figured playing it on the safe side was probably my best bet for the time being. She arched her back and tipped her head forward to press it into my shoulder, her breath hot on my skin once more. I watched her face contort with pleasure, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to find the sounds to describe what was happening. I knew how she felt; something about this felt more profound than any encounter I’d ever had before, our bodies finally connecting in a way that they hadn’t before, like we were conceiving in reverse. I closed my eyes and took my time, her pussy flexing around my cock as I made love to her. And that was what it was – making love. Not fucking or screwing or having, but making love. And it felt better than I ever could have imagined.
Suddenly, I realized that her moans had given over to shallow pants, and a furrow had appeared between her brow as she grew close; I kissed her again, this time pushing my tongue into her mouth hard, thrusting into her at the same time. She came, her moans swallowed by my mouth, her pussy pulsing around me. I just held myself inside her for a little longer, letting the sensations push me over the edge, and soon enough I found that I was cresting and peaking, the pleasure sweeping out across every inch of my body as I finally finished inside of her.
I held myself there for a second, like I didn’t want the moment to end, but eventually reluctantly pulled myself out of her and slipped off of her, laying down next to her. She stayed facing the ceiling but her eyes were closed, and a smile spread out across her face. I ran my hand over her belly once more, enjoying the feeling of the small bump beneath my fingers, and she looked over at me, her eyes soft and her lips still turned upwards.
“That was amazing,” she sighed.
“You don’t say,” I replied, and she linked her fingers with mine on her stomach.
“Good thing you can’t get me pregnant, right?” She grinned once more, and I leaned over to kiss her again. Because, more than anything in the world, I wanted to be with her, to be so close to her that nothing would tear me away. In that moment, everything seemed undeniably, unfeasibly perfect; but little did I know that it was all about to change more than I could ever have thought possible. But in that moment, the two of us were happy – and it was a moment I clung to like my life depended on it over the following weeks.
Chapter Nine
Jen
As I gathered my clothes and headed to the ridiculously sumptuous bathroom to get dressed, I found my brain turning over everything that had happened since I had arrived the night before.
Yes, it had been pretty fucking incredible; in fact, I couldn’t remember the last time that I had had a hookup that good. And that’s what it was, or at least what I had to tell myself it was, for the time being – a hookup. We had had sex – well, we’d had sex three times, but who was counting – and I had spent the night and now, before he woke, I was getting dressed and getting back to my dorm room. If he asked, I would just tell him that I had an early class and not to dwell on it, but the truth was, I just wanted to get the hell out of there and give myself some time to think.
Because…shit, last night had been good. Not only had we had sex, we’d spent a lot of the time just talking – talking about his relationship with Sophia, my relationship with Damien, everything that had happened to put us in this situation and find ourselves together against the odds. It was good to get everything out there, to finally be able to talk about the things I’d been doing my best to ignore and avoid all this time. And he admitted that he hadn’t exactly had a great deal of support from his family following what happened with Sophia, and I was glad that at least he finally had someone to talk to about it, even if it was just me, in the very early stages of whatever the hell it was that we had together.
I glanced over at him in the bed; he was sprawled out, dead asleep, and I wondered how long it had been since he’d got a decent night’s rest. A part of me felt drawn back over to him, wanting to slide back into bed with him and let him pull me close against his chest like he had done last night when we were finally falling asleep together. But I knew I had to go. I had to deal with my shit, and that meant not hanging out at this apartment all day, no matter how much I wanted to or how easy it would have been to just waste the day with him.
I pulled on my clothes, brushed my hair quickly, and used the fancy handwash to get myself feeling a little more human; it smelled expensive, and I wondered if Sophia had picked it out. I felt this sudden twist of guilt deep in my stomach. Yes, she had cheated on him, but she had chosen me to bear her child and here I was hooking up with her husband. They weren’t officially divorced – still too early for that, even with everything that had happened – and I wondered if she had any idea what had gone down last night. If she’d even care about it.
I snuck out of the bedroom and down the stairs, my stomach twisting and turning and this time it having nothing to do with morning sickness. He’d touched my belly a lot last night, like he was marvelling at me, and it had made me feel so wanted and desired and needed. Everything he had done the night before had made me feel that way, in fact – I couldn’t help but compare it to when Damien and I had been hooking up, and how Damien had always made me feel like I was nothing more than some kind of sex toy to him, something to get himself off and n
othing more. Nathan took his time, went slow, made sure that I was constantly on the brink. It was a good feeling, to have someone want and desire you like that, even in my current pregnant state.
I put my hand on the door handle and hesitated for a second. I didn’t have to leave. I could go upstairs and talk about this with him, make myself feel better, but I knew that I just didn’t have it in me that morning. My brain was too much of a fuzzy mess, my body still too desirous of his for me to be in a room alone with him and not have it be a problem. I felt as though some part of me was attracted to some part of him like a magnet, like I wouldn’t be able to pull us apart if we spent any more time together. I opened the door, stepped out, and closed it behind me quietly. And then I hurried down the steps before I could talk myself into going back up there and slipping back into bed with him.
I was falling for him, there was no doubt about that. Whether it was the mingling of pregnancy hormones with my genuine desire for him, I couldn’t be sure, but I wanted him and wanted him badly, wanted nothing more than to spend the day letting him lavish me with attention. But there was so much working against us that it made my head spin, and I couldn’t escape the thoughts that were plaguing me as I headed back out on to the street and began the walk to the bus stop that would carry me back to my dorm room. It was a cold morning, early enough that even the commuters who usually crowded the streets weren’t quite up yet, and I was glad for the peace and quiet. Gave me a little time to think, and I needed that after everything that had happened.
There was so much working against us. Not least the fact that I had promised myself I wouldn’t go near an older man again, after what had happened with Damien. I mean, yes, the circumstances were so different – Nathan wasn’t the loser and waster that Damien had been, and I trusted him way more than I had ever trusted my ex, but still. I knew it was the kind of age gap people would raise eyebrows at, especially given the nature of the way we met. Could I introduce him to my friends and family? Yes, this is my boyfriend, we met when him and his ex-wife were looking for someone to have their baby. It didn’t look good for either of us – it made me sound like I was a homewrecker and him sound like he was a major asshole, leaving his wife for a younger woman, even if that wasn’t what had happened.
And then there was the baby. Because this baby wasn’t mine and his, no matter how much simpler that would have made things. No, I was pretty sure that Sophia still had a claim over this little thing growing inside of me. And I doubted that she was going to back down over it that easily; in fact, I was a little surprised that I hadn’t heard from her yet, that she hadn’t reached out to confirm to me everything that had happened and that she still wanted this kid. Maybe she didn’t. Maybe she would just drop out of our lives like that and make it easy for us. I felt my shoulders sag as I leaned up against the cold, cigarette-marked plastic seat at the bus stop; I doubted it. She didn’t seem like the type who took a whole lot of pleasure in making things easy for the people around her.
I tipped my head back and looked up at the grim, grey morning sky of that January day, wondering how the hell I had let this happen. I had gone there to get answers, and I had left there with more questions about this whole thing than I’d had at any point before now. Maybe I should never have agreed to this surrogacy. Maybe I would have been better off without it.
No. No. I couldn’t let those kinds of thoughts plague me, because that wasn’t how this worked. Yes, maybe I would have been better off without it, but the fact of the matter was that it was part of my life now and I had to work with that. And, for all the bad that it might bring with it, it had brought some good too – not only would I now be able to pay my tuition by myself and make it through my last term at college, but I had met someone I would never have come into contact with before, someone who made my heart feel like it was singing at the top of its lungs. Someone I was falling for. And that was what mattered.
And those were the things I would take with me over the next few weeks, the things I would hang on to with all my might and not let go of. Because I would need them more I could ever know.
Chapter Ten
Nathan
I had been thinking about her all day; how could I not? She’d ducked out early to head to a class, but I was already planning what our next date would look like. Maybe I was just an old romantic, but I was going to sweep her off her feet, really romance her. She deserved it. We both did.
I heard the door go, and lifted my head – it took me a second to realize that I hadn’t given Jen the keys to this place, and my heart dropped. Oh shit. If it wasn’t her, then it had to be-
“Sophia, what the hell are you doing here?” I demanded, leaping off the couch and clenching my fists at my sides. I hadn’t seen her since I’d kicked her out of the apartment after I’d walked in on her with one of my senior analysts, Toby. She had begged me to let her to stay, to talk it out, but I hadn’t let her. I didn’t want to. Honestly, part of me felt relief, knowing that she was the one who’d fucked things up and that I didn’t have to be the one to walk away from our relationship. But now she was back, and I had a feeling that could only be bad news.
“I’m here to actually talk to you,” She announced, tossing her hair over her shoulder – she’d had it colored again, and I could have sworn it was a whole different shade than the last time I’d seen her. I also thanked my lucky stars that Jen had already left, because explaining what the hell she was doing wandering half-naked around my apartment would have been…iffy.
Sophia looked around, at the Christmas decorations that were still up, and wrinkled her nose. She opened her mouth to drop a comment, but then closed it, and instead walked towards me, reaching out to take my hand; I kept them locked tight at my sides. The last thing I wanted was to touch her.
“This has been going on long enough,” She went on, ignoring the fact that I didn’t want to touch her. “We need to talk again. I know what happened was difficult, but we need to-”
“Difficult?” I exclaimed, cutting her off. “Is that what you would call that? You fucked someone I work with, Sophia, in what world is that something that we could ever move past?”
She paused for a moment. She took a deep breath, as though she was centering herself, and somehow that pissed me off more than anything. Like she was the one who had to keep her temper.
“Look, I know it was bad, but I’ve given you the space you need to process everything that happened,” She sighed heavily, throwing her hands in the air. I raised my eyebrows at her, my jaw hanging open as I tried to process what she was telling me.
“Sophia, we’re over,” I cut my hands through the air in front of me, hoping that I was making my point. “This wasn’t a break. I don’t want to get back together with you.”
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew they were true. Up until that moment, I wasn’t sure that was the case – I thought, perhaps, that if she came back I would accept her back just like that just to get out of this rut that the end of our relationship had left me in. But now that I had a bit of space and time, now that I had finally consummated things with Jen, I didn’t feel the need to come crawling on my knees to beg her to come back so we could re-establish our awful little status quo. But now, the world was stretching out ahead of me fresh and new and a little frightening and the last thing that I wanted was to step back and let her dictate my life to me once more. I hadn’t realized how much I had been living under her thumb until she had gone, but now, standing in this apartment with a whole new outlook on the world, there was no way I was going back.
Her face dropped, and for a moment I felt guilty – until I remembered what had brought us to this moment and I hardened once more. Her shoulders sagged and she looked up at me again.
“Are you sure about this?” She asked softly, her voice dropping as though she could slip the words by me if she said them quietly enough. I nodded.
“I’m certain,” I replied. “I want to move on. I want a divorce. I wasn’t happy for
a long time before that, and neither were you if that’s who you turned to…”
“I broke things off with him,” She cut me off. “I don’t want to be with him. I want to be with you. That’s why, the baby…”
She was burbling now, trying to come up with anything that would get me to change my mind. Well, I had some bad news for her.
“We’ll figure everything out with the baby,” I promised her. “But it’s not going to get us back together. We should never have decided to have it in the first place, I should have told you the truth.”
“That you didn’t want to be with me?” She furrowed her brow at me and glared, planting her hands on her hips. I knew that look – it was the one she pulled out when she was mad at me, and I had never seen her this angry before in my life.
“I didn’t,” I replied, knowing that I sounded harsh but not able to put it any other way that she might have followed. Besides, she was the one who had cheated – I knew it was a thin distinction, given how unhappy I’d been and the no doubt poor partner I’d made for her during that time, but she was the one who pushed forward and demanded we try for a baby even when things weren’t going well. Was she having the affair during that time? The thought was awful but not impossible. She would have done anything to hold on to the front that she had set up, the one that had her married to a successful man and living the kind of life that so many people would have killed for.
Her face twisted up and she took another deep breath, like she was preparing herself for a run-up at what was to come next.
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