Bain’s expression is carnal. He’s a machine and I love it when he looks at me like this. He has so many sides to him and the beast that he is in bed turns me on like nothing else. Moving my hand, I slide it under the thin lace of my underwear and pull them down. He kneels in front of me and helps them all the way down my legs, so I don’t have to bend. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of him pampering me. My heart races because I know what we are in for is going to satisfy us both, to the fullest.
“On the bed,” he orders, turning me around so I’m headed in the right direction. I walk with adrenaline in my veins and excitement running through my system. Bain’s hands guide me and when I reach the bed, I start to lie on my back, but he stops me.
“On your knees. I want your ass up.”
Grabbing the back of his head, I turn and kiss him. He holds on to my body and kisses me back, giving me so much passion and love. Then I crawl away, staying on my knees like he wants. I can sense he is getting undressed himself and turn to see the last of his clothes hit the floor. His cock is hard, and I can’t wait for him to be inside of me. I don’t know what it is about being pregnant, but my sex drive is on a whole other level. He kneels up on the bed and moves to me on his knees. His breathing is heavy and when he reaches me he doesn’t waste another second before he grabs his cock and guides himself inside of me.
“Oh fuck,” I moan. The feeling is so good.
Slowly he teases me, nuzzling himself all the way inside of me, then taking his hands, he grips my ass pulling my cheeks apart and begins to move. He’s so gentle moving in and out of me.
“Christ, I love your *,” he tells me.
I moan in return, bracing my weight the best that I can. Bain stays slow with his movements and asks, “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I respond. My body is now covered from head to toe in bliss. Everything he does makes me hot. He picks up speed a little and the faster he moves the louder I get. Dropping my head down low, I know this won’t last long. My body is too close. But I hang on, knowing that soon everything will be different. We will no longer have our time together to fuck whenever we please like this, because baby Aaron is going to flip our world upside down.
“Fuck,” Bain yells, and I feel his cock harden even more inside of me. I know he is close and I stop fighting my orgasm. I push myself up so I am just kneeling; my back is to his front and we wrap our arms around each other.
As he moves himself into me so deeply, my body convulses. Everything quakes and I close my eyes tightly, then…my release. It hits me hard. My orgasm washes over me and I scream. Letting Bain take me out of this world. He grunts along with me, still being as gentle as ever. Goddamn, he’s something else.
Once our bodies settle, he lays us down on our sides. His hand rests comfortably on my heart, on his heart. It really is no longer mine. It belongs to him. Lying with Bain in silence like this is the best place in the world. My body relaxes and I give in to the inevitable sleep that I need. Then out of nowhere, it happens. I sit up, looking between my legs and I know it’s time. “Fuck, my water broke.”
“Rookie of the Year, Bain Adams, has welcomed his first child into the world. Sources close to the couple say both baby and mom are doing well,” the tabloid reporter says through the TV. I grab the remote, pissed that my mom left this shit on and turn it off angrily.
With news like that, I feel like the last thread of the hold I’d been grasping on to with Arion has just completely slipped away. Taking my shoes off, I grab everything I need to make a protein smoothie. My workout today was brutal. Lately, I’ve been pushing myself beyond my normal limits. Partly to replace the pain of the loss I feel for Arion with something else, and also I just want to get into the best shape of my life.
It feels good to know that I am getting there, slowly, but surely. I mean, last I’d checked I was up to a hundred and ninety pounds and it’s all muscle. My phone rings as I start to wash some of the fruit I’m using. I wipe my hand on a towel then grab it. I can tell it’s the gym.
“Hello,” I answer, resting the phone between my ear and shoulder.
“Hi Nate, it’s Amanda. I’m really sorry to bug you, I tried to call Nash first but he didn’t answer.”
“It’s okay. What’s up?” Amanda is one of our personal trainers and does a few of the classes we offer.
“This is going to sound really dumb, but I twisted my ankle working out after my shift. It’s really swollen, so I’m going to have it looked at. But I’m not sure that I can open in the morning. I mean, I’ll—”
I cut her off, “I got you. Don’t even worry about it. Just take care of yourself and let me know what the doctor says.”
“Thanks,” she responds.