“Your mother will be here soon. Are you going to shower and dress?”
It’s been a few days since I last showered. I know I’m letting myself go. I just can’t seem to bring myself to do anything about it.
Ugh! I’ll never hear the end of it if I look a mess when she sees me.
I’m not sure I’m up for a lecture.
“I guess.”
I’m startled when I feel the bed dip behind me because I thought he was still in the doorway.
I feel him slowly start to move towards me. He pulls me into his arms, spooning behind me.
He always makes me feel secure and right now he’s making me want to cry. This is the closest we’ve been for weeks. We certainly haven’t made love or had sex since before he walked out after the impromptu massage. I really miss his closeness and have a feeling part of my listlessness has something to do with that. But now that I’m in his arms, my wish is that he never lets me go. It makes me wish that all the hard stuff between us doesn’t exist. Makes me wish that we can both move forward with each other towards that bright future. The sad thing is that I know that isn’t how our life is going to turn out. At least, not until Lucien deals with his past.
“I want to take you out to dinner,” he whispers, surprising me. “The doctor said you’re fine to continue as you were before the scare. Just add more rest to your daily routine.”
I hear what he’s saying, and he invited me out to dinner, in his own kind of way. Even though the thought of putting any effort into doing anything is the last thing I feel like, I agree, “Okay. I’ll probably feel better once I’ve showered and changed. So dinner it is.”
Before I can move, Lucien has me in his arms, off the bed and in the bathroom. He turns the shower on and turns back to me with a look on his face I can’t decipher. “Will you be alright in here,” he asks reaching up and caressing my face.
I burrow into his hand wishing his touch will last, but know it’s only temporarily.
He cups my face in his hands and standing so close to me, he kisses each eyelid, along my cheekbones and the tip of my nose. “I miss you.”
His three little words start my tears. I can’t stop. They’re falling quicker than he can mop them up with his thumbs.
“I miss you too,” I cry as he pulls me into his arms and holds me tightly with his face buried in my neck.
My tears are a build up of weeks of bed rest—weeks of not being close to the man holding me now—and worry that if I lost our child, he wouldn’t have a problem walking away from me.
In the hospital, he told me his worry had been for me first then the baby, but I find it difficult to accept that. He’s an amazing guy and I don’t think he’d ever lie to me. It’s just knowing how difficult he’s finding having me as a daily fixture in his life, makes it easy for me to imagine him throwing me away if something, god forbid, should happen to our child.
“C’mon.”
Lucien releases me slightly and starts to remove my clothes followed by his own, but leaving his long sleeved tee shirt on. Taking hold of my hand, he pulls me into the shower with him.
I long for the day when there really is no clothing between us.
As soon as the water hits me, I sigh in pleasure. It feels good on my face as I tip my head back and let it run down my body. Lucien is behind me with his hands on my hips and places a kiss to my shoulder causing goose bumps to run down my spine.
I’m feeling better already.
He removes his hands but they’re soon back, covered with shower gel, as he starts washing my body. His hands feel like they’re trembling as they slide from my neck and along my collarbone. He misses my breasts and continues with my stomach, buttocks and down my legs.
Kneeling down, he thoroughly cleans my calves before caressing back and forth on my thighs. The closer he gets to my *, the more my legs quiver.
His eyes stay focused on mine as he’s watching and enjoying my response to his touch. My eyes start to drift down his body to his jutting cock when he slips a finger inside me.
I reach out and rest my hands against the wall of the shower to help keep my balance as I throw my head back and moan. He has magic hands.
“You’re so wet baby,” he whispers seconds before I feel his mouth.
My legs are about to buckle when he grips my hips and shoves me gently against the wall of the shower. Placing one of my legs over his shoulder, he dives in.
He now has two fingers pumping in and out of me while his tongue teases my clit before he sucks it into his mouth.
My orgasm is fast approaching and there isn’t anything I can do to slow it down. Instead of fighting it, I go with the flow.
Reaching up, I cup my breasts and start to rub my nipples.
Lucien pauses.
I watch him from beneath my hooded eyes.
“Fuck, Sabrina,” he growls.
I don’t stop. “Please,” I beg.