I caress down from her wrists, under her arms to her waist and feel her clench down on my dick nearly sending me into oblivion.
Glaring at her, I caress back up to her hands and entwine my fingers with hers as I do a few shallow thrusts. Her whole body vibrates beneath me as she gets closer and closer to her release.
And whoever said it was hot as hell to fuck your girl on a table was insane because it’s fuckin’ uncomfortable and I can’t get a proper rhythm going.
Standing tall, I grip her hips and slowly withdraw before slowly sliding back inside. My balls are so heavy that I’m afraid I’m going to come before she does, which won’t do. Every time I withdraw, and every time I’m filling her, she lets out a little whimper, driving me insane.
“Lucien,” she pants, “fuck me hard and fast.”
I pause wondering if I’m hearing her right.
“Please…”
Okay, I needed telling twice, but I don’t lose another minute. Tightening the grip I already have on her hips, I start to piston in and out of her. My movements are uncontrollable as I feel my orgasm rising to meet hers. She’s clamping and releasing around my dick as though she’s getting ready to detonate. Her breasts are jiggling, but not for long. Sabrina arches up from the table and starts to rub her nipples.
One of my hands slips between us, and as I pinch her clit she gasps and groans as her orgasm rips through her, clenching like a tightening fist around me, pulling and releasing as both our climaxes over takes us.
Finally slowing down, I drop face first against her stomach. Within seconds, I feel her stomach quiver.
No way, was that the baby? Was it?
Somehow I don’t feel it’s appropriate that I’m still buried deep inside my child’s mother while she’s wiggling around in there. So pulling my spent dick out of her, I lay my hands on her stomach and feel a light movement.
“Wow. How does it feel when she moves inside you?”
She smiles and covers my hand on her stomach. “She might be a he and it feels amazing.”
“Let me help you up.”
Taking her hands, I pull her into a sitting position and realize she’s a mess between her legs because of me.
“We need a shower,” I say wiggling my eyebrows.
Rolling her eyes, she asks, “Again. I’ve had a few showers today.”
“Yes, again.”
I pick her up in my arms and start to carry her towards the bathroom, when I say, “Thank you for that welcome home scene. Although, I’d only been gone a few hours it was hot as hell walking in and finding you like that. Especially as I’ve been hard all day thinking about you while reading Fifty Shades of Grey.”
I start laughing at the startled look on her face.
“You knew?”
“Only since this afternoon.”
“Bummer, thought I’d be able to keep you wondering a bit longer.”
“No chance babe, but tell me, was that little idea from a book?”
“Pretty Woman. I watched it this afternoon with my mom.” I give her a quizzical look so she continues, “You must have seen Pretty Woman. I mean you’re a guy. Weren’t all guys crushing on Julia Roberts when the movie came out?”
“I know who starred in Pretty Woman, I’m just surprised that you watched it with your mom.”
“We talked beforehand. I’ll tell you all about it later, but for now I need you to wash my back.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Sabrina
Lucien has been amazing and the more time I spend with him, the more I fall in love with him.
I took my mom’s advice and over the past two weeks we’ve dated. We’ve been to the museum, out to dinner, on walks into the mountains and basically just spent our time together getting to know each other. There is still a wall between us, with Lucien and the fire. He’s told me straight that he doesn’t talk about it and that he isn’t sure if he’ll ever be ready for me to see the full extent of his scarring.
I’ve told him I’m here when he is ready because I’m convinced that one day down the line, he will be ready to really talk to me and to show me. I just wish he would have done it already so then we could move forward with me still by his side.
I touch and feel his groin and cock every day, well, nearly every day unless he has other ideas. But they’re scarred and I don’t run away because of them. I can’t get enough of him.
The fact that he doesn’t trust me is starting to hurt. I keep telling myself that he’s obviously been made to feel like anyone sees him he’ll lose them. He won’t lose me. The only way he’d lose me is if he chose to walk away.
So I’m avoiding any mention of anything in his past, which is causing me stress. I always have to think carefully before I speak when we’re intimate because I don’t want to ruin our time together. It’s a huge white elephant in the room, and I’m sure he’s aware of it as much as I am.