Satin Princess(63)
The orgasm ripples through her as she screams. Her wetness seeps onto my chin and she grabs fistfuls of sheet while her body shakes uncontrollably.
Slowly, the storm passes. When I pull back, she collapses onto her side, looking over at me with heavily-lidded eyes.
Still, sated and spent as she is, she reaches for me. I grab a hold of her and twist her around so that this time, she’s facing me.
I lock eyes with her and push her legs apart. The head of my cock presses against her pussy and she bites her bottom lip. I inch into her, and she gasps.
The sound is too perfect to only hear once, so I back out and do it again, and then a third time, a fourth, a fifth, teasing her entrance until she’s writhing underneath me, frothing at the mouth with how bad she needs to be filled.
I only push completely inside of her when I know I can’t take it any longer. But once my cock is ensconced in her wet warmth, I don’t take it slow like I planned to. I go instantly caveman.
Her tits bounce as I fuck her hard and ruthlessly. She moans and screams underneath me, getting faster and more violent, until suddenly, she goes rigid and her mouth forms into a perfect, shocked O. Frozen right at the peak.
Then she breaks.
Her hips roll against me as a second orgasm rips right through her like a wildfire. Her eyes flutter closed, and her body clamps down around me in rhythmic pulses. Each one brings another musical moan with it.
I only last another minute before I explode inside her. When I empty, it feels like I give away all of me.
I give her my heart.
I give her my loyalty.
I give her everything.
“Fuck,” I groan when it’s over, resting my forehead against her shoulder. I kiss her warm skin and roll off of her.
Instantly, Jessa curls into my side and lays her head on my chest. It’s like she can’t stand any distance between our bodies. Like every inch of the gap is a personal insult.
“I needed that,” she whispers to me.
“Me, too.”
I mean that. Today was a mess of false leads and dead ends. I’m not quite sure what to make of it. Marina was never an idiot, but she was never this savvy. Something has changed, and I still don’t know what that something is.
“I’m glad you’re back,” Jessa says. “I had a rough day.”
I glance at her with alarm. “What happened? Did you have any pain?”
“No, no,” she says quickly. “It wasn’t the baby. I just had a hard day in general. It’s a little lonely around here now that the medical staff has cleared out.”
“You want me to get them back for you?”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Very funny.”
“I’ll take you out soon,” I promise her. “I’m just not willing to take the chance yet.”
“I know. And it’s okay,” she says. “I don’t actually want to go out myself. Not after what happened the last time. I guess I…” She trails off.
“Tell me.”
“I guess I just… missed you,” she admits. She doesn’t make eye contact with me when she says it. I can feel the vulnerability rolling off her in waves. “I called my parents, by the way.”
I blink. That’s not what I was expecting her to fill the silence with. “How was that?”
“Stupid.”
“Stupid for calling?”
“No, the stupid part was telling them that I’m pregnant.”
I prop myself up on an elbow. “You did?”
She nods. “They didn’t take it well.”
“Which part did they object to, exactly?”
“The fact that I’m pregnant with another man’s baby so soon after ending my engagement. Also because we’re not married and this child will be born out of wedlock. They’re old school.”
I study her face, wondering just how deep these cracks in her heart run. “Are you okay?”
She sighs. “I’m better now that you’re here. But I do wish they were happier about this. They’re my parents, you know? I want them to be as excited about this baby as I am.” She places her hand over her nonexistent bump without even realizing she’s doing it.
“For the record,” I say, “I’m excited about this baby, too.”
She smiles, shy and warm. “Yeah?”
I nod. “I’ve always known I was going to be a father, whether I got married or not.”
Her expression falls ever so slightly. “I always knew I would be a mother, too. I just… didn’t think it would happen this way. Obviously. I assumed I would be married and settled, living in a nice house just outside the city. Like Margaret and Thomas.”
“Is that what you still want?”
She hesitates. “I… I haven’t thought about it recently.”
But I sense the lie. She settles back down against my shoulder, but she’s not as relaxed as she was a few minutes ago.
I stroke the hair away from her forehead. “Get some rest, Jessa.”
We fall into silence and, a few minutes later, her weight sinks into my chest more heavily and her breathing smooths out. I free myself from underneath her and cover her with the duvet.
She looks peaceful in sleep. The fear is gone, that telltale tension in her cheeks. I let myself watch her for a few minutes before I force myself out of the bedroom and into the living room.