“I do.” She cups my cheeks and brings my mouth to hers. “So does this mean we’re in a real relationship?”
“You live with me, babe, doesn’t get more real than that . . . oh wait, it does. We’re having a baby together.”
“Little Johnny Jim.”
I chuckle. “Yeah. Little JJ.” I kiss her lightly and pull away before things can get too deep. “Let’s get you dressed, and then I can take you out to lunch. How does that sound?”
“Perfect.”
“Baby, please, I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
She smiles up at me and then releases my cock from her lips. She climbs up my body and straddles my lap to position my length at her entrance.
“Fuck, Penny, you’re so goddamn beautiful.”
She slides down on top of me and lets out a long, beautiful moan as her head falls back, her hair floating over her shoulders. It’s one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen. This beautiful, confident woman, carrying a child, seeking out her own pleasure. I’ve never seen anything like it, and I’m addicted.
I’m addicted to her.
To the sounds she makes when I’m deep inside her.
To her sweet scent that consumes me when I’m buried between her legs.
And to the way her touch feels like a warm hug all over my skin.
I can’t imagine a day without her.
And when I called her my girlfriend today, I meant it. I don’t know why I didn’t say it before. I don’t know why I was holding back because it felt so right the moment I said it. It felt like everything was in place.
Her hands land on my thighs behind her as she arches her back, seeking out more pleasure. This has become her favorite position in the last week. All she wants is to sit on top of me. And I fucking love it too, because I get to stare at her and watch her beautiful tits bounce with her movements. I get to experience her face turn into shock every time her orgasm rocks her. And I get to feel her love pulsing through me with every thrust, every moan.
“Eli, it feels so good. Too good.”
“No, baby, it’s never too good,” I answer as I help her rock her hips. She’s been more tired lately but never tired enough to not connect with me on this level.
“Oh . . . oh, Eli. I . . .” Her pussy clenches around my cock, and my orgasm hits me square in the chest, unexpectedly.
“Fuck,” I yell as I squeeze my eyes shut and pump into her, my body filled with pleasure.
And together, we slowly float down until she’s lying on her side, curled into me, kissing my chest.
“I love this, us,” she says. “So much, and I’m so worried that when the baby comes, it will be gone.”
“What?” I say, lifting up to look her in the eyes. “Penny, why would you think that?”
“Insecurities,” she answers. “Don’t you have them?”
“I do,” I say, “but babe, you have to know I’m not going anywhere. I’m not sure how many times I have to say that.”
“Maybe every day,” she answers.
“Then I’ll say it every day.” I kiss her nose and then lie back down to pull her into my chest.
“What are your insecurities?” she asks, her fingers dancing along my chest, playing with the very short strands of my chest hair. It’s been a while since I’ve had a waxing appointment, but she’s told me she likes my chest hair, so I’ve kept it.
“Honestly?”
“Yes.” She nuzzles into my neck. My hand finds the back of her head where I play with her hair.
“Not being good enough for you.”
“Come on, Eli,” she says in such a tone that makes me think she doesn’t believe me.
“I’m fucking serious,” I reply. “I’ve thought that from day fucking one. The first time I met you, Penny, I knew you were way out of my league. Not just because you were Pacey’s sister but also because you were this intelligent, funny, beautiful woman who I wanted more than a few minutes with. When I saw you at the bar on my birthday, I fucking knew that was my moment to talk to you. And I did. I was not going to go through the night without spending time with you.”
“Eli, I was such a mess that night.”
“You were so goddamn perfect, Penny. You have no idea the kind of energy you brought that night. It was authentic, and I fucking loved every moment of it. After that night, I felt . . . fuck, I felt empty, like I was missing something. And I slowly realized it was you. You were what I craved, what I needed in my life. And when I saw you walking around the arena, talking to the guys, barely even looking in my direction, I knew . . . I wasn’t fucking good enough.”