And Elle would lie there, blindfolded, and pray that his orgasm would find its mark.
It was just after making love one morning that Elle started to feel different. Forrester put the coffee pot on over the fire and then went out for a run. He usually went for a run in the morning, then went to the lawyer’s office, and then came home and did work on his laptop. He was working on some project with the brothers and it was taking a lot of his time. They were quite secretive about it, but Elle was more interested in the brothers themselves than in whatever they were working on.
That morning, as soon as Forrester left the apartment, she ran into the bathroom and threw up. She hadn’t eaten anything strange, and apart from the nausea, she didn’t feel like anything was wrong with her.
She smiled and put her hand on her stomach. It was happening. She knew it. She was very aware of the fact that she hadn’t had a period since Forrester’s arrival, but she’d been too afraid to jinx things by taking a pregnancy test. Now she knew it was time. She hurried getting ready, got dressed, and went straight to the pharmacy. By the time she got back she was practically shaking in apprehension. She opened the box, followed the instructions of the test, peed on the stick, and waited impatiently. She was about to pour herself some coffee when she remembered that it probably wasn’t good for the baby.
She poured herself some hot water from the kettle and sipped it while she waited. When she went to check, she almost fainted with happiness. It was a little plus sign. It was positive. She was pregnant.
She quickly peed on the second test to double check, but she knew in her heart it was true. She’d been feeling the change for some time. She was carrying Forrester’s baby. She was practically shaking in excitement. She didn’t know what to do, but she hid the tests. She wanted to see the look on Forrester’s face when she gave him the news. She didn’t want him seeing the test and making the deduction for himself. She wanted to tell him.
Her heart fluttered, thinking about how madly he was going to be in love with her when she gave him the news.
She went to her little wardrobe in the bedroom and pulled out the sexiest thing she owned. It was a piece of black lace lingerie that Forrester had bought for her at the only women’s clothing store in town. It still had the tags on it. Because he made love to her first thing in the morning, she was always naked. She slept naked with him.
This was going to be different. She went into the bathroom, put on her best makeup, straightened her hair, put on perfume, and was only just finished getting ready when she heard Forrester coming up the stairs. Quickly, she ran into the bedroom and got down on her knees. She wanted to be on her knees when he saw her.
“Elle,” he called.
She didn’t answer him. She listened as he took off his coat and boots and remained silent.
When he came into the bedroom, he stopped short.
“What’s going on?” he gasped.
His jaw dropped. She knew she was making him hot. The front of his pants bulged immediately, even though they’d already had their morning love making session. She knew he loved lace lingerie, and she knew that he loved it when she dropped to her knees in front of him. She was doing everything he liked best. She was hitting all of his buttons.
“Elle,” he said again.
She didn’t say anything. She just kneeled there, looking up at him with so much love in her eyes that she thought she might burst. And then she opened her mouth, just a little, and licked her upper lip as sensually as she knew how.
Forrester came over to her and immediately began ripping open his belt. He pulled out his massive cock and she was startled when she saw how hard he was. She reached up and caressed it with her hands, then took the tip into her mouth. She toyed with it with her tongue, just for a few seconds, and then let him slide into her. He was so long and hard that his cock reached into the back of her throat, but she didn’t resist. She let her wet mouth caress his girth, she let him slide in and out of her, and when he grabbed the hair at the back of her head she thought she was going to die with excitement. Her * was tingling with a mixture of lust, desire, and love.
This was her man. This was her king, the father of the child that was already inside her, and she was going to swallow him. She’d taken so much of him in her *, and now she wanted him in her mouth.
“Elle,” Forrester gasped, driving her head onto his pulsing cock, “I’m coming, baby.”
She looked up at him and for the first time, pulled her mouth from his cock.
“Come for me baby. Let me drink you up and swallow you. Come in my mouth.”
“Oh God,” he said, looking down at her, his cock throbbing in her hand like it was about to come in her face.