Amanda could feel the hairs at the back of her neck on edge. Her skin was tingling. It was something she had not felt in a long time. It was actually like she was feeling it for the first time. He gently held the back of her neck and looked into her brown eyes.
“I should take you home,” he said and she shook her head.
“But I don’t want you to,” she whispered, surprising even herself.
“I have to because if I don’t, I’m afraid I will have you right here on this couch.”
Amanda didn’t know why but those words turned her on more than anyone ever did. It could have been the simple fact that the last time anyone talked to her like this or even showed any kind of sexual interest in her was so long ago. Whatever it was she was not sure but it was sure working on her in ways she had never thought possible. She looked at him and reached for the side zipper of her dress. She gently pulled it down and gasped when he exposed her full tits to him.
“I don’t want you to take me home,” she said in a low voice.
His eyes ran down her body and he took a long deep breath. It was like he was trying to take it all in without being so obvious. If she didn’t know any better, she would have said he was a virgin. He slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer for another kiss. This one was more intense. His hands were everywhere as he savored her taste and she was holding his neck, pulling him lower and lower onto the couch. He lowered her on the couch and kissed her slowly, deeply.
He was hiking her dress higher and higher, his hand gently caressing the supple skin on her almond thigh. It had been too long. She needed this. She wanted this. This was the first time in a long time she was not thinking about anyone else but herself. It was the first time in her life she had let go of everything that made sense and embraced the only thing that didn’t: the fact that everything that was happening at that moment was being dictated by her body. She could feel her body shivering and her panties wet. He had not even gone far, yet her body was already craving him.
He gently pulled her hand from around his neck and interlaced his fingers with hers before he did the same with her other hand and pinned her hands on the couch above her head proving to her that she was at that moment and probably forever, entirely his. She looked up at him and bit her lower lip. She knew he could see the kind of effect he had on her and that he was not sorry.
“Close your eyes,” he said in a commanding tone. “I want you to feel me in every single way. I want you to experience my body, my warmth, my very essence.”
She could barely hear the last words he said because he was whispering. She wanted to say something but it was like her throat was dry. She was so used to having someone climb on top of her in the middle of the night and getting off before he rolled off and entered a deep trance of deep sleep. That had been her reality for almost a year and a half and now, she had a man commanding her to close her eyes so that she could feel him. She did not know why but she trusted him. And though she had no reason to, she was inclined to do as he asked.
“Go on, close your eyes, Amanda,” he said and she did it. “That’s a good girl.”
She felt him gently blow on her neck. She was breathing hard and heavy, trying to control her body but she couldn’t. She was helpless, totally and completely helpless. Rafael kissed her neck and then began working himself lower and lower on her until he planted a kiss on the tops of her sensitive breasts. He went on kissing her, working his way lower and lower down her body until he gently pressed his lips into her tummy.
“Tell me,” he whispered. “What do you want?”
“Everything,” she whispered.
“Everything, like this?” he asked as he pulled away from her and began pulling her dress down.
“Yes...that,” she said, her voice quivering.
“What about this?” he asked after letting her dress drop to the floor. He slowly pulled her panties off and even though she could not see it, a smile played on his lips when he felt the wet patch on her crotch. She arched her back in reply but he was not slowing down. He stroked her wetness and she shivered under him.
She did not know what it was that he was doing but either way, she was all mush. He was caressing her with his free hand and fingering her slowly as she moaned and writhed on the couch.
“Do you love that?” he asked as he moved his finger in and out of her. She was getting wetter by the minute and judging by the way she was moaning, it was hard for him not to get turned on. She kept on arching her back as she felt little bolts of electricity shooting through her body. She suddenly let out a loud cry when she felt a surge of energy inside her pushing him out of her. She opened her eyes panting and watched him frantically stripping down.
“Oh my God,” she whispered when she saw his perfectly tanned body. He knelt in between her legs and slipped a hand underneath her and undid the clasp of her bra before he pulled it away. He took a long minute looking at her perky breasts, her nipples hard and calling for him to take them into his mouth. He pulled away from her and looked down at her inviting body before he lowered his head and took her right nipple in his mouth.
She let out a loud moan when she felt his warmth around her hardness. Sucking. Licking. He released it, a little too soon as far as she was concerned, and trailed his tongue to her other nipple. She raked her fingers through his hair before she held a fistful of his hair just in time to feel him pushing his massive cock into her. She let out a loud moan as he settled inside her. He was not moving and neither was she. It was like at that moment, the entire world stood still. She looked up at him and wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him deeper inside her.
“I have never felt this...what I am feeling right now, for anyone,” he said in a whisper as he began to slowly move in and out her over sensitive pussy.
She looked at him and whimpered as he began moving himself in and out of her. He was going slowly, letting her feel his every stroke. Savoring the magic of the moment. She loved feeling him stretching her out, filling her up as he went on fucking her, claiming her body as his with every stroke. She had just gotten used to having him inside her but he suddenly surprised her when he held her knee and pushed it upwards getting himself deeper inside her making her moan loudly.
“Yeah....oh yeah....” she moaned as she felt him fucking her harder and deeper. His long slow strokes were now short and hard. He was slamming himself against her and she was loving it. The way he was going, she knew she would not be able to hold out for long. He was still looking into her eyes as he fucked her. The kind of connection he was forging with her at that moment was unlike anything she had ever felt. He actually saw her as a woman, as a human being and not as some cum bucket like Brett did. It was not just about him, it was about her too. The way he was going it was almost as if he depended on her for everything that happened next. Like she had all control over what happened next. He looked at her and let out a moan.
“I’m going to...” he muttered and she nodded.
“Me too,” she gasped just as he let out a loud groan as he emptied into her. But he did not stop thrusting. He was still going hard and fast until she could not take it anymore. She cried out one last time as she felt herself exploding with so much intensity that she forced his cock out of her.
“Shit, Amanda!” he cried out when he felt her squirting on his thigh.
“I’m sorry...I’m so sorry,” she said and he shook his head.
“Don’t be,” he said before he kissed her and shoved his still hard cock into her again.
Chapter 8
When she woke up in the morning, Amanda felt sick. It was like everything she had eaten just wanted out of her body. She jolted out of bed and ran to the bathroom leaving a still tired but confused Rafael in bed. Her heart was racing as she bent over the toilet bowl emptying her guts in what seemed to take forever.
Worried, Rafael got up and walked over to the bathroom. He knocked gently on the door and pressed his ear to the wooden door.
“Amanda,”
he said as he knocked on the door. “Is everything alright in there?” he asked. She mumbled out something that sounded like a ‘yes’ but he was not really sure. He sighed his relief when he heard the water running. It seemed like an awfully long time before she finally opened the door. “It’s a little early for a shower, don’t you think so?” he joked, forcing a smile.
She looked at him and a shiver ran through her body. He grabbed a bathrobe from the rack next to the bathroom door and draped it over her shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” Amanda said in a weak voice as she wiped the water off her face.
“Why would you be?” he asked, an arm around her waist. He walked her over to the bed and gently held her cold cheek. He was looking into her eyes and she was breathing heavily. She looked at him and forced a smile. She suddenly felt a wave of guilt washing over her. She wanted to tell him. She needed to tell him...it was not just about the moral code she lived by. But it was also the fact that she had checked him out and found something else out. Something a little more disturbing.
His age.
At first she thought that the tabloids were wrong and she had always been one who lived by the ‘age ain’t nothing but a number’ rule but this time, there was so much more to it. She literally had another life riding on this. She looked at him and bit her lower lip.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“I’m fine...my tummy is just a little unsettled,” she lied.
“Was it the linguine? Because people have complained that I can go a little overboard with the spices,” he pointed out and she shook her head. “My third cousin from India said that and you know India is like the spice capital of the world.”
Amanda smiled.
“The sauce was great..delicious actually.”
“Then what is it? Because if I didn’t know any better, I could have sworn that you were throwing up in there.”
She looked at him and bit her lower lip again. She did not know how to say what she had on her mind because it could have been a lie. One of the biggest lies she ever had to tell. She was trying to get the right words to say but her mind was blank. As she looked at him, she suddenly noticed the color draining from Rafael’s face.
“Oh shit,” he muttered under his breath. “I knocked you up, didn’t I?” he said and she shook her head.
“It doesn’t work like that, Rafael,” she said in a low voice.
“I should have used a condom...I should have wrapped up...” Rafael was spiraling. And Amanda could feel her head exploding. He needed to stop and he needed to stop soon.
“Rafael...” she started but he was now pacing up and down as she sat on the bed looking at him. He had his head buried in his hands as he paced up and down. He was muttering to himself but she just couldn’t hear him. She had tuned him out as much as she could because she was trying to figure out how she was going to tell him. They were the simplest of words – telling him that she was pregnant – but at the same time, she was also trying not to melt down. She could not afford to have the only two people in the room melting down.
“Rafael...seriously, you need to calm down,” she said as she gently rubbed her temples.
“No, I should have been more careful and everything...I mean, right now...” he wouldn’t stop.
She looked at him and sighed loudly before she stood up. She walked up to him and held his head in her hands and he suddenly went silent.
“Look at me, Rafael,” she said as she took his hand in his but he still looked scared and confused.
They walked towards the bed and he looked at her. She could tell just by looking at him that he was still freaked out. It was cute. A little too cute.
“Rafael,” she started as she looked at him. “I am pregnant,” she finally admitted and he looked at her for a long minute before he ran his fingers through his hair.
“I knew it,” he muttered under his breath.
“I should have told you about it,” she whispered. “I am sorry but I should really have told you.”
“Wait, what do you mean, you should have told me?” he asked and she sighed loudly. “You mean that I am not…” he started before she shook her head.
“You should have really payed more attention to the biology classes.”
“I was more about physics and chemistry,” he said and she smiled.
“Of course you were.”
She expected nothing less of him.
“You did not do this to me,” she said in a soft voice. “I promise you…I am at least a month and a half along.”
“So your ex…is the father?” he asked and she nodded.
“Unfortunately,” she whispered.
“I am not sure what I am supposed to say here but do you already know what you are going to do about it?”
She forced out a laugh and shook her head.
“I don’t really know what I am going to do. I want to keep the baby but at the same time I want to have the situation handled…it’s something that I have not really figured out yet. I mean, I have been thinking about it but at the same time I can’t help but wonder what this means if I decide to keep the baby.”
“It’s just a baby. It has nothing to do with whatever drama is going on with you and your ex.”
“I know but at the same time all I can think of is the fact that every single time I will be looking at the poor little thing, I will only be seeing Brett.”
Rafael reached for her hand and raised it to his lips.
“Well, I won’t,” he said in a soft voice and she shook her head.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Well, I have been with a lot of women…” he started and she sighed.
“You should really stop reminding me that.”
He smiled.
“I know it is not something that you want to hear but the truth is that I have never found someone who excites me about life the way you do…I mean, all I want to do when I wake up in the morning is see you.” He gently ran his thumb over her knuckles. “All I can ever think of nowadays is just you, Amanda.”
She shook her head and sighed.
“I honestly don’t know what to say…I mean you are a young man in your prime and I…” her voice trailed off. “I am about to be a thirty eight year old single mother.”
“So what?”
“Rafael, I really don’t want to have to trap you in a situation you didn’t ask for.”
“You are not trapping me,” he said before he leaned forward and kissed her softly.
“But it is another man’s baby,” she said and he shrugged.
“So, what? Does he know about it?”
“No,” she said in a soft voice. “And I honestly don’t want him to know anything either.”
“You sure?” he asked and she nodded.
“I really don’t want him to be anywhere near or around my baby.”
“Then that’s perfect.”
“Why?” she asked as she looked at him.
“Because I can always assume the role of fatherhood.”
She looked at him and shook her head.
“I don’t think we should be talking about this right now…take some time and just get used to the fact first.”
“There is nothing to talk about. I know I want you. And we all have baggage. For me it is the shitty family and for you it is more beautiful than anything I could ever think of. It is a little baby who probably has your eyes and I know that he or she will probably make me melt.”
A smile played on her lips.
“What are you talking about?” she asked and he shrugged.
“I’m talking about a future together. For you, me.” He put his hand on her tummy. “And this baby.”
She raised an eyebrow over the other.
“You do realize you just asked to adopt my ex’s child, right?” she asked and he nodded.
“I know what I just asked and that is exactly what I mean to do.” He held her chin and kissed her again. “And I do not go back on my w
ord. Ever.”
“But you are only looking at the good…there is going to be a whole lot of shit to wade through and I mean a whole lot. I mean, hormones and the mood swings…”
“I can handle it.”
“And what if I hate you? Because people have been known to hate the ones dearest to them and everything.”
“I can handle it,” he repeated.
She took a long deep breath and was just about to say something when he kissed her again, taking her words into his mouth. She slowly brought a hand up to his head and held a fistful of his hair as they kissed. His tongue rolled on hers as he held her neck ever so possessively.
He was pushing into her and she was pushing back, but he was winning because he was slowly lowering her on the bed. He gently pushed the bathrobe off her shoulders and she shivered lightly when she felt the robe sliding off her already hard nipples. He pulled away and looked into her eyes and then at her full breasts. He slowly ran his hand down to her chest. He filled his hand with her breast and gently kneaded it, making her moan softly.
She looked at him as he looked into her eyes. He gently forced her down on the bed and kissed her softly. She closed her eyes as he began kissing her neck, slowly working his way down to her chest and then to her breast. She arched her back and gasped loudly when he took her hard nipple into his mouth. He was kissing and sucking on her and she was loving every minute of it. He held her other breast as he slowly trailed his lips down to her navel and finally to her soft wetness.
She unknowingly spread herself wider as he kissed her and flicked his tongue on her hard clit. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge as he ate her out but just as she was about to climax, she felt him pull away. He gently pulled away from her and slipped an arm under her ass. She barely had enough time to moan her disapproval, when he suddenly flipped her over and began tracing his kisses up one of her ass cheeks to the base of her back.
Amanda pulled herself up, thrusting her ass high up in the air and Rafael needed no second bidding. He gently held her cheeks before he pushed his pants down freeing himself of the sweatpants he had on.
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