by Ana Sparks
Taking a nipple between my lips, I sucked lightly as I tweaked the opposite with my fingers. She moaned, her hips rolling up against me. Her clothed womanhood brushed against the crotch of my pants, and it was all I could do not to rip every shred of clothing off of us. I wouldn’t throw away this moment of tenderness, though, not for anything in the world.
“Jensen, I—” she gasped, her voice strangled as I kissed down her stomach. I dipped my tongue into her navel, smiling up at her as I made my way between her thighs.
“What is it, sweetheart?” I murmured, running my fingers along the waistband of her panties. She whimpered, raising her hips to allow me easier access.
“I missed you so much,” she gasped out as I stroked a finger along her slit. Her body quaked, and my anxiety fell away upon seeing how she was coming undone at my hands. I smiled up at her, lowering my mouth to her lower lips and flicking my tongue out to taste her. Her breath caught in her throat as I continued to explore her with my lips and tongue, parting her and enjoying every taste of her essence. “More. I need more. Jensen…please?” she implored.
I rose up on my knees, pushing my pants and briefs down my hips, then rocking back to kick them the remainder of the way off. The two of us were entirely bared to each other, and she looked at me with sheer adoration in her gaze. I stretched out above her, pressing my face against the side of her neck as I positioned myself at her entrance. A soft gasp later, I was pushing slowly inside of her. She moaned, a long and appreciative sound.
“You’re always so tight for me, baby,” I said lowly, drawing away and pushing back into her much more quickly. She bounced slightly, sensually taking her lower lip between her teeth. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she groped at her own chest as I began to establish a steady pace. “Oh, no. Bad girl,” I said as I moved her hands aside. She whined, but settled when I began to palm and caress her breasts.
It was a short reprieve before I began to pound into her in earnest, and my name repeatedly fell from her lips. I grabbed her hips, bringing them to meet mine with a lewd little slap every time I hilted myself inside of her. She was moaning incoherently at that point, and I pressed our lips together to silence her as she began to spasm almost violently as she came. Feeling her clamp down on my manhood, all it took was two shaky thrusts before I emptied myself inside of her. She sighed softly, eyes fluttering open as I stilled inside her.
There was so much I wanted to say to her. However, as she settled comfortably in my embrace and closed her eyes, I let the moment speak for itself.
The actual words could come later.
Chapter 14
Ashley
The passion-filled night I had spent with Jensen lingered at the forefront of my mind as I returned to my usual job at the office. We exchanged secretive smiles, spent our lunch breaks together, there was even the occasional bit of making out while we were locked away in his office. It was as if something was beginning to give, but I wasn’t quite sure what. Jensen had been a good measure more affectionate than usual, though after our romantic evening together, it had been back to the usual wham bam, thank you ma’am.
Even though I was certain the romance wouldn’t last, I couldn’t deny the slight pang in my heart at the thought that Jensen didn’t feel as strongly for me as I might have liked.
Still, there was something about the confident glimmer in his eye every time he swept me away to his office to smother me with kisses. Nearly a week had passed since our moment together, and he had provided me with several high-accuracy pregnancy tests to use when the mood struck me. He seemed to feel confident that things would work out for the better, though I’d not told him about my use of the fertility drug.
I could only hope that it had effects as amazing as it advertised. It was my only hope at that point, after the years I’d spent dreaming of a future where I would be a happy and dutiful mother.
Burying my face in my hands, I resolved to take a pregnancy test when I returned home that evening. I had high hopes, but I didn’t plan to act any differently around the man I’d come to love. We were still working on the basis that we would be nothing more than co-parents, raising our child without the complications of a relationship to get in the way. As much as I wanted to shout from the rooftops that I wanted to be with Jensen, I had agreed the terms going into this situation, and I intended to respect them.
What remained of the day passed in a blur. I offered Jensen a coy smile as I stepped out of my office, waving politely as I made my way toward the elevator. He looked to be on edge, though I couldn’t quite guess why. I had begun to suspect that he may have been as stressed as I was, harboring his own concerns about conceiving. As much as I wanted to reassure him or offer him some sort of out, I had to hold on to the hope that the fertility drug would work its magic.
Stepping through the front door of my apartment, it was all I could do not to collapse face first on the couch. I felt exhausted, even though the day had been rather undemanding as far as my assigned tasks went. I just found myself getting tired more easily with each passing day, and while I could have easily dismissed it as a cold, I still held onto the hope that it might have a deeper, more beautiful meaning.
As much as I wanted to slump on the couch for a few hours, I forced myself to walk to my bathroom, checking under the sink and grabbing one of the pregnancy tests Jensen had purchased for me. I read the directions to make sure I didn’t make any mistakes, but there was only so much you could do to screw up a pregnancy test. Pee in a cup, pop the stick in, and wait.
Which was what I spent the next few minutes doing. I sat on the edge of the tub once I’d finished prepping the test, closing my eyes and allowing myself to drift off as I waited for my phone’s timer to go off. The time seemed to go by painfully slowly, and I nearly fell off of my perch as a loud half-snore jolted me to attention. Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I glanced at my phone to see that the timer was counting down the final seconds.
When the timer began to jingle pleasantly, I swiped the phone to silence it and glanced toward the cup which held the test that would determine my future. Maybe it wasn’t all that dramatic, but it certainly felt as if it was.
Inhaling a calming breath, I grabbed the test, only to find that I couldn’t bring myself to look at the damn thing. I was too anxious, too terrified by the possibilities.
Finally, the thought that this could be what bound Jensen and I for the rest of our lives forced my eyes open.
“Pregnant,” I repeated under my breath, like a mantra. Turning the test over in my hands, I expected to see some indecipherable bars. However, the results were as clear as day.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, clutching the positive test in my hand. My first instinct was to call Jensen, but I wanted to be absolutely sure before I contacted him.
Three pregnancy tests and a completely empty bladder later, I sat with quaking hands, beaming. I yanked my cellphone out of my pocket, dialing Jensen’s number and waiting impatiently for him to answer.
“Ashley? Is something wrong?” he asked upon answering. I shook my head, but realized immediately that he couldn’t see me.
“No, no… Jensen! I just took a pregnancy test. Well, I actually took three to be sure, but, oh my God, Jensen. I’m pregnant! We’re going to have a baby,” I announced joyfully.
I was answered by a sharp intake of breath and a moment’s hesitation.
“It worked? We’re having a baby?” Jensen asked softly, awe tinging his voice.
“Yes. I have no doubt in my mind,” I assured him, and he laughed, a warm sound in spite of how sudden it was. I joined him in his joyous laughter, leaning against the side of the bathtub with the tests in my hand. “So, listen—” I began, only for him to cut me off.
“I have to go, hold that thought,” he said rather abruptly, and before I could get another word out, he hung up. I drew my phone away from my ear, staring at it incredulously. What could have been so important that he couldn’t discuss his future child? I found myself gr
owing irate, rising to my feet and storming out of the bathroom.
“The nerve,” I muttered, glancing up as my doorbell chimed. I approached the door with trepidation, looking out the peephole only to see what appeared to be a big blob of red. Startled, I yanked the door open to see what lay on the other side, and before I could react, I was pulled into a pair of strong arms. A floral scent wafted beneath my nostrils, and I looked up to see Jensen staring at me with tears in his eyes. He clutched me tightly against his chest, but I could feel something prickly tickling the back of my neck.
“I came as soon as I could. These are for you,” he managed to get out, drawing away just long enough to press a bouquet of flowers into my hand. It was roses again, more roses than I’d ever seen in my entire life. I guided him inside, and he remained close to my side, resting a hand on the small of my back.
“These are beautiful, Jensen. Thank you,” I smiled, putting the flowers into a vase. He stared at me for a moment before rushing forward to gather me in his arms again. Our lips met in a soft, sweet kiss, and I gasped in surprise against him, closing my eyes and losing myself in his embrace. For a moment, it felt almost as if there was chance he loved me too. When he drew away, there was a tenderness in his gaze that I could scarcely keep from melting under.
“You… Thank you. God, Ashley, thank you so much. You’re so beautiful and…we’re having a baby. I couldn’t think of anyone I would rather share this moment with,” he said assertively, brushing a lock of hair away from my eyes.
My breath caught in my throat, and I tried to think of some response beyond tangling my hands in his hair and kissing him until we were both breathless. His eyes lingered upon my own, and he brushed his thumb against my lower lip, looking as if there were more he wanted to say. I could only wonder what had him hesitating, but I received my answer when he kissed me again.
It was a sweet kiss, not rushed or forceful. There was passion behind it, but not the wild and frenzied passion I was so used to exchanging with Jensen. It was tender, soft, almost…loving?
“Jensen…” I began, my lip quivering as I realized just how unmistakable this feeling was. Could it be possible that he wanted to be with me…as lovers?
“We have a lot to talk about,” he smiled.
Chapter 15
Ashley
We sat on the sofa in my living room, Jensen holding my hands gently in his own. Where I expected his confidence to slip, he looked as if he had never been more sure of himself in his entire life. I waited with bated breath as he seemed to consider how exactly to express whatever it was he felt. He idly brought my hands to his lips, kissing the back of my knuckles and along each finger.
“Over the months we’ve spent together, trying to conceive this child, I came to a realization. A rather shocking one, one I may not have anticipated.” He paused in his attentive ministrations, drawing me closer until I was all but draped in his lap. “When I told you I was always attracted to you, it wasn’t a lie. I’ve always held a physical desire to be with you, though…admittedly, it was only skin deep,” he explained gently. Hesitating a moment, I glanced toward him hopefully.
“Was?” I repeated, brushing my fingertips along his slightly scruffy jawline. He smiled, leaning into the touch.
“A perceptive one, aren’t you? But you’re right. Now…there’s no denying that what I feel isn’t just lust,” he smiled. My heart pounded in my chest, and I tilted my head to press my lips to his. Jensen ran his hands up and down my back, his touch tantalizing in the most wonderful of ways.
“You…want to be with me?” I asked tentatively, after drawing away just enough to speak. He hummed agreeably, nodding his head and considering me with fond eyes. My first feeling was disbelief, and it was obvious he could see it in my expression. “But, Jensen, you could have your choice of literally any woman in the world,” I argued.
“But I choose you, and you alone. The future mother of my child, and the woman I love. I have no doubt in my heart, Ashley. I love you, in a way I’ve never loved a woman before,” he said gently, pressing our lips together again. I felt like choking up at his earnest confession, and it was somewhat belatedly that I realized I hadn’t yet offered one of my own.
“Oh, Jensen,” I sighed, tilting my head back as he began to kiss a trail down my neck. “I loved you from the start,” I quietly admitted, blushing faintly at his amused laughter.
“You made that rather apparent, my love,” he said, and I could feel his lips curl into a smile against my skin. I huffed a bit indignantly, tangling a hand in his hair and drawing him away from my neck. He gazed at me with an adoring glint in his eye, and I hesitated for a moment before speaking my mind.
“I think this news is worthy of celebration, don’t you?” I said with a sly smile. He perked up immediately at the suggestion, and I couldn’t swallow a startled squeak as he swept me up in his strong arms, carrying me bridal-style toward my bedroom.
“I was hoping you might think so,” he said warmly, gently placing me on my sheets.
I stretched my arms out over my head, languidly arching my chest out, and he watched me with a smile, sitting on the edge of the bed. While I knew he would be eager to get me out of my clothes, he took his time in undoing each individual button on my blouse. His hands were warm, his touch gentle as he meticulously brushed the pads of his fingers against my skin.
“I don’t think I can handle the anticipation,” I whispered needily, trying to aid him in disrobing me. He stilled my hands, looking at me with a playful glint in his eye.
“Oh, but it’ll make it all the sweeter,” he murmured, tracing his fingertips along the edge of my bra as soon as my blouse fell open. It was clear to me in that moment that he planned to gently tease me toward the most blissful experience of my life.
My mouth fell agape as he dipped his fingers beneath my bra, taking a moment to just feel me without the distraction of sight. He ghosted his thumb to my nipple, and it was all I could do to keep from pleading for him to stop teasing. I simply relaxed, my eyes fluttering shut as I enjoyed the sensual attention.
Unclasping my bra, he set it aside as if it were made of the finest silk money could buy before splaying his hands across my chest. He moved purposefully, seeming intent upon exploring every inch of me that he had not properly worshiped yet. I couldn’t deny that it was the most erotic experience of my life, especially with the way his eyes seemed to be drinking me in like fine wine.
Ducking his head, he flicked his tongue out against a nipple, tracing it in circles around the straining bud. What he wasn’t teasing with his tongue, he was tracing soft patterns with his fingertips. It was a light touch, just enough to send shivers down my spine.
“Kiss me,” I implored, and he seemed all too willing to oblige.
He drew away from my nipple, kissing along the plane of my chest, up my neck until he reached my lips. He worked his lips with a passion I’d never felt before, and though sex with Jensen had always been good, I never could have dreamed of what it was like to be together as lovers.
“I love you,” I whispered as he drew away, and he looked down at me with a fond smile.
“I love you too, my princess,” he quietly replied, tracing his hands down my sides until they stopped at the waist of my skirt. He teased his fingertips along the edge of the fabric, and I giggled softly at the sensations before he curled his fingers in the waistband and pulled the skirt down, down off of my legs. I was all but bare, with my panties being the only article of clothing left on me. I sat upright a bit, nudging him away gently.
“Rather unfair that you’re still fully clothed,” I pouted, reaching out to fiddle with the buttons of his shirt. Deciding to take a more assertive role, I pushed him on his back, straddling his waist. He watched quietly, a glint in his eye as I slowly undid every button on his shirt. I slid it off his shoulders, leaning in to kiss the patch of skin above his heart. He shivered at the touch, and I knew I had to be doing something right.
It was something
of a relief, not having to worry about making it a purely physical connection. The love I felt for him guided each of my movements, kissing down his chest, nuzzling my face against the bit of fuzz toward the base of his abdomen. He rolled his hips up, urging me to continue, and I smiled up at him as I kissed his bulge through his pants. His manhood twitched in appreciation, and his lips were parted in a breathy gasp.
“Oh, how the tables have turned,” I said teasingly, shifting off of him so that I could slide his pants and briefs off simultaneously. He sighed in relief once his length was freed from the confines of his clothes, and I smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to the head of his manhood. He tensed his hands in the sheets, and I slowly wrapped my lips around him, lowering my head to take him into my mouth.
The taste of his skin was salty, with a hint of bitterness. I took him as deeply into my mouth as I could, moving my head back and forth purposefully. He tensed beneath me, but before I could bring him to sweet release, he tugged me upwards. I smiled cheekily, sliding the damp patch of my underwear against his length as I was drawn into a kiss.
“You’re the sexiest woman on the planet,” he said decisively, his eyes hazy with pleasure. I knew that my expression must’ve mirrored his as he slid a hand between us, slipping my panties down my hips. I shifted to tug them off, straddling his waist once more. This time, however, there was nothing separating us.
It could probably be said that there was nothing more intimate than trying to conceive a child. I certainly hadn’t known just how different it would feel knowing that he actually loved me. I wanted to shout it to the heavens, praise the powers that be for my good fortune, but there were more pressing matters at hand.
I reached between us, lining him up at my entrance. He rested his hands on my hips, his touch gentle yet encouraging as I lowered myself on top of him. A shuddering breath pulled itself from my lips, and I began to move with as much control as I could muster.
