Overtime(128)
“Fuck yeah,” he rasped out, his hand squeezing her hair. “Look up at me,” he demanded. She did as he asked, her eyes meeting his as she flicked her clit, his cock in the back of her throat, gagging her but pleasing her at the same time. Holding her face, he licked his lips as she sucked the tip of him, her fingers moving quickly between her two wet lips. When she came, she jerked forward, his cock going to the back of her throat, and he groaned out, his cock pulsating in her mouth.
As he continued to hold her face, he moved himself in and out of her mouth while her orgasm racked her body, the aftershocks almost as good as the actual orgasm. As his cock hit the back of her throat, hard, she gagged a bit, but that didn’t stop him. He kept going, his eyes darkening with each thrust until he stilled, his hot come spilling down the back of her throat as he groaned loudly, her name falling off his lips in the most delicious way. She held his hips, sucking him dry, his body jerking and twitching as he bent over, gasping for breath.
Removing his cock from her mouth, she fell back against the mattress, her eyes on his and, man, he was beautiful. Sweat glistened on his body, his thick arms, and his shoulders. Little beads of sweat ran down his abs, his eyes were still closed, his breathing was labored, and she wanted nothing more than to cry out in joy at that moment. This man was her everything. Her forever. But their future still hung in the balance. It could all go wrong… But when he opened his eyes, they locked on hers and she’d never felt more beautiful under anyone’s gaze than his and nothing mattered but him.
Covering her body with his, he kissed her jaw and her neck before taking both of her breasts in his hands, squeezing them together and licking each of her nipples, going back and forth in a back-arching way. When he let them go, she whimpered because she could feel her orgasm building again. His eyes were on her belly, his hands cupping her hips as he trailed kisses along it. Closing her eyes, she willed her tears to stay at bay before she opened them when his finger traced her belly button.
“This is really happening?” he asked, looking up at her, and she bit her lip as she nodded. Smiling, he pressed his lips to her belly once more, stilling as he sucked in a deep breath. Glancing up at her, he whispered, “I’m sort of scared.”
Her heart sank as she slowly nodded, lacing her fingers in his hair. “Me too.”
He smiled as he kissed her again. And without really thinking about it, she whispered, “You’ll be a great daddy, Jordie.”
He moved his nose along her belly before laying his head softly on it. “I can’t wait.”
She wanted to smile, but her heart wouldn’t allow her. He was already invested; she could see it in his eyes. He believed this baby would come in nine months, while she was worried that she might lose it. It had been like that since she found out. When she got past the three-day mark, she cried for hours. And now, she was just waiting. But why wait when she had a man like this, holding her and looking at her like she was giving him the world.
“Me either,” she whispered and he hugged her tightly. “Such a surprise though, huh?”
He grinned as he nodded. “Yeah, I guess my boys are strong.”
She smiled as she looked away, covering her face. “Actually, I didn’t have an IUD in. I forgot to go get it put back in after the first miscarriage.”
He paused and then scoffed. “That’s funny, it’s like it was meant to be.”
“That’s what Lacey said.”
He grinned. “So she knows?”
She nodded, looking back at him as she moved her fingers through his hair. “Yeah, but I don’t want to tell anyone else yet.”
His brows came together. “Why?”
She looked away, biting her lip, but he smacked her thigh lightly. “Don’t look away. Why don’t you want to tell anyone? I’m five seconds from making a Facebook post.”
She scoffed. “You’re such a Facebook whore.”
He made a face as she looked back at him. “Maybe, but that’s not the discussion right now. Why don’t you want to tell anyone?”
She worked her lip, her eyes locked with his, and she hoped he’d just know so she wouldn’t have to say it, but he looked at her expectantly. Letting out a long breath, she said, “I could lose it. I don’t want to say anything till the second trimester.”
His furrow deepened as he shook his head before sitting up to look down at her. His eyes were intense, serious, as he said, “No, baby. This child, our child is going to be born, and we are going to love it and raise it, I promise you. I feel it, this one is gonna make it. We are together, we are happy, it isn’t going anywhere.”
“You can’t promise that, Jordie,” she said, a tear running down the side of her face, and she had to look away again before she fully started crying.
Covering her body with his, he fell between her legs before cupping her face. “You listen to me, Kacey King. I probably can’t promise, but I will.”
“Don’t put that pressure on me, Jordie. I already feel like a failure for losing the first one,” she admitted. And as soon as the words left her lips, she realized that she still wasn’t over the loss of the baby she’d carried for three short days.
“Don’t you dare,” he demanded. “You have no control over that, baby. I understand that, and no matter what, I love you. So please, don’t stress over this. We are supposed to be happy together, so f*cking happy.”