He stood from his kneeling position, bringing up with his stature a glaring erection, casually kissed my forehead.
“It may not be,” he murmured and gently pulled me up from the bed to stand in front of him. He took me at the small of my back, bringing my swollen breasts into his abdomen, his erection stabbing my belly. “But it’s been since last summer, with you, and I’m gonna assume it’s been the same amount of time for you, too. Please don’t say no.”
My lips twitched up into a dirty grin and I shook my head. “I’ve kept company with Palmer.” I lifted my open palm to his face, fighting a giggle.
He took several of my fingers into his mouth and garbled, “Even my Palmela has nothing on my Ni?a.”
Then on a growl, he used his big hand to cup my sex, erasing my silly grin with just one swipe. My legs quivered and lips parted.
“Now where and how will I take you in a way that will keep you and the ba—”
“Jordan,” I slurred into his chest, but loud enough for him to hear. His fingers continue to play at my sensitive bulb below, making me delirious.
“Come again?”
I placed my chin on his chest, floating in the intoxication of the spell igniting between my legs. “Your son’s name will be Jordan Michael Rogers. My dad would be agreeable to that.”
He lowered his mouth to mine, taking my tongue from my face. We kissed like starved animals. After working me to near explosion, he walked me to the floor-to-ceiling window and pushed my hands against the glass. I looked down over the City of Brotherly Love as he entered me from behind.
“Uhhh…” flew from my lungs at his fullness.
It had been so long and in my state, my walls felt more sensitive, more swollen. My lubrication was even in excess. I felt it in my inner thighs. This is what Stenton did to me. As he thrust I could feel him in places I didn’t recall having him before. Stenton held on to my belly until he developed a rough pace, seeming to lose control in no time. As my moist hands gripped the cool glass, Stenton bit that sensitive spot on my shoulder, driving me up a notch.
“Damn, Zo, I’m not going to last,” he breathed into my ear.
That’s when he used one hand to pinch my extremely sensitive breast and the other to strum my clitoris, spurring me to climax with him. And I did. My whole body trembled, eyes rolled back, and face collapsed as I collided with pleasure far more riotous than any before. My orgasm was so powerful, tears prickled at my eyes as Stenton offered his last two lunges before quivering at the knees himself.
We stayed at the apartment that night, folded into one another. As I laid wrapped in Stenton’s long arms, I studied his heartbeat and breathing pattern. I futilely wondered if that would give me more insight into his enigma as of late. I was so confused about our situation. The only thing clear was that he wanted this baby; probably even more than me.
Another thing that was decided in my heart was that I loved this man and I knew he loved me, too. It was in the way his body covered mine in reverence and adoration. Stenton loved me. But he wasn’t ready for more with me. I wondered if it had anything to do with his inclination to protect himself from the flakiness of human kind. He’d always say people were fickle and they all, in some form, used him. Did he think I’d do the same? Maybe time would prove I was here to stay. To love and provide the reciprocity that no one else had seemed to up to that point in his life.