Fallen Woman(83)

“You think this is funny?” The head of his penis pushed through his boxers and my panties, nudging the fabric into me. He pulled away and slid his shaft up my slit, making sure to hit my most sensitive spot. “Do you really want to play this little game? Or do you want relief?” He lifted my shirt and bit my nipple before sucking on it. My back arched in response.

“I’m good.” I lied. The words didn’t even sound legitimate—they were breathless and more of a moan than intelligible.

Another roll of his hips and the tweak of my nipple while his mouth teased the other nearly did me in. He kissed his way down my tummy and pulled the fabric of my panties aside. The warmth of his tongue in my folds was unrelenting. He made love to my vagina with his mouth, but just as I was about to near the crest, ready to ride the wave, he pulled away. The shine around his lips turned me on as I crashed, never having reached the climax I desired.

“Do I need to keep going?” he teased.

With no verbal response, he dove back in, giving special attention to that little nub, and this time, he added two fingers. My fingers grabbed at the sheets, twisting them in my hands. He worked me back up to the same spot, and again, left me hanging in the wind to fall back down unfulfilled.

“How long do you think you can hold out, baby? I can do this all night long, but you’re not going to reach the peak you’re searching for until I hear the words from your mouth. What’s it going to be?”

I shook my head with a naughty grin, thoroughly enjoying the torture. He knew he’d get his way in the end, but until then, I was having fun. The end came sooner rather than later when he upped his game. Freeing himself from his boxers, and my panties still pulled aside, he lined himself up and asked how hard I wanted to play. I didn’t know what he’d meant until he brought me so close to orgasm and then abruptly pulled out. My stomach clenched trying to reach my destination before he recognized how close I was, but my efforts were in vain. He added a thumb to my clit during the next round of torturous delight. My back bowed, thrusting my breasts in the air, and just before he pulled out again, I blurted out the words he longed to hear. “I’m pregnant, Jase.”

With my admission, he grinned and finished me off. After he’d spilled himself into me, he rolled me on top of him and looked into my eyes. Brushing the hair from my face, he stared at me in disbelief. “Really?”

“I haven’t been to a doctor, but I’m sure. My period is late, and the signs are all there.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

I shrugged the obligatory woman shrug. “I didn’t really think about it until today with everything else going on. I just thought maybe later would be a better time to tell you, when we weren’t talking about Holland and the things he’d done to me, after the hearing for the adoptions. I hadn’t planned it out, but I wanted it to be special. I didn’t want you to figure it out with my head in the toilet.”

“I can’t begin to tell you how excited I am. How happy I am. I was serious when I said I’d take as many babies as you’d give me.”

“You aren’t worried about the timing? The issues at Faston?”

“No, baby, I’m not. I have more than enough money for all our kids to live on. I work because I love what I do and that I’m able to give back to the community, but I don’t have to have the income. Have you been worried we were going to be in trouble financially?”

“I wouldn’t say worried, but the thought crossed my mind.”

His thumb traced my cheekbone, and he lifted up to meet my mouth with a sweet peck on the lips. “Don’t worry. We’re taken care of. But we might want to use this to make amends with my parents. My mom will be over the moon about a grandchild.”

“Can we enjoy it as a secret for just a couple days before we tell anyone else? I like us having something no one else shares.”

“Absolutely. I’ll call my mom tomorrow and see if we can go see her this weekend and take the kids. She’ll love them, and God, she will adore you.”

~~~

A couple of days later, we got the call from Hart we’d been waiting on. He had a date for the finalization for the adoption hearing, and Holland had agreed to drop the charges and lawsuit if Jase paid the doctor’s bills. Begrudgingly, he agreed, but I think he would have rather fought it out in court. He refused to put me in that situation, especially knowing I was pregnant. He’d become so overly protective I felt like I couldn’t pee without him watching. It had been sweet at first, but now he was hovering, and it irritated me.

“Jase, you realize I’ve done this pregnancy thing twice, right? I know what I can and can’t do and how my body will respond. You can step back and stop watching me like a hawk.”

“And you realize I’ve never done this pregnancy thing, and it’s my first baby and I want to be a part of everything that goes on.” He wrapped his arms around me from behind, his hands on my belly.

“If you don’t give me a tad bit of space, I might have to hurt you before the baby ever gets here.” I laughed but part of me was serious.

He kissed my cheek and let me go. “Are you excited to meet my mom next weekend?”

“Nervous, but yes.”

“Don’t be. She’ll love you.”

I’d been dreading having this conversation, but he was obviously in a good mood and now seemed like as good a time as any. “I want to drop the charges against Holland,” I announced rapidly.