My fingers dove into the long hair on his nape, twirling and tugging with demand. For all my verbal disapproval, my body submitted completely.
“Even if they can see, they’ll only see us embracing in the water.” He kissed me again. “We’re chest deep, Stel. What goes on below the water is none of their damn business.”
He thrust up, entering me in one slick slide.
“Oh...” My body folded in his embrace as my legs tightened around his hips. “God...why does that feel so good?”
“Why?” His lips circled my ear as his hands cupped my breasts, shoving aside the bikini triangles and pinching my nipples. “Because you were made for me and we fit perfectly. Nothing will ever feel as good as it does when we join.”
He’s right.
Not that he needed to hear it. His ego was big enough as it was.
I stayed glued to his front as he fondled me. He thrust up again, sending water rippling around us.
Sparks and fireworks detonated from where we joined, radiating down to my toes.
I shuddered. “Oh...do that again.”
“Do what?” His hands left my breasts, clamping on my hips. “This?” His hips jerked, impaling me right to the base of his cock. My clit rubbed against his belly and stars twinkled behind my eyelids.
“Yes...oh, yes...that.”
He stood motionless; my body throbbed for more. Goosebumps rose on my arms. I didn’t know if it was from having covert sex or the night breeze that always sprang up after dusk.
Either way, I wanted Galloway to warm me. I needed him.
Bowing my head, I bit his shoulder. “More.”
“More?”
“More...”
He thrust but only slightly, teasing me to the point of insanity. “I think you’re forgetting the magic word.”
I raised my head, staring into his velvet blue eyes. Somehow, they matched the dusk-lightened sky and I swore comets glimmered in their depths. “What magic word?”
He smirked, his hips rocking in time with the sea current. “I think you know.” Grabbing the back of my neck, water cascaded down his arm, flowing off his elbow. “I want you to beg.”
My eyes widened as he kissed me. His teeth nipped, his tongue slinked, and any decorum I had melted from my mind.
I moaned, rocking on his body. “Please. Please give me what I need.”
“Again, Estelle. Beg me.” Our lips never unsealed—speaking, kissing, loving, conversing.
One arm went around me, while his other imprisoned my hip, holding me in place. With each plea, he thrust harder until ripples became splashes and we drove into each other with ferocity.
“Please...yes...oh, God. Yes.”
He never stopped kissing me. He knew me so well that the moment I climbed up the slippery slope of release, his pace increased in time with my panting breath.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
“Christ, Estelle.” His nose nuzzled my wet hair. “I love you. Come for me. Please, come for me.”
The friction of his lower belly on my clit and the overwhelming fullness of his cock inside ignited the dynamite in my blood.
I lost sensation of the water cradling me. I lost consciousness of who I was. All I recalled was that Galloway was inside me...just like it should always be.
I came.
And came.
And when my final crest vanished with the fallen sun, Galloway grunted and pulled out.
His forehead scrunched and his agonising groan as he came brought tears to my eyes.
He orgasmed into the salty sea, spurting milky seed far away from me, keeping his promise just like he did every night.
As we washed up and swam to shore, I smiled and laughed and gave no thought that pulling out wasn’t a reliable method.
I gave no mind to the possible terror that one day soon a tenacious sperm might win the fight, regardless of our methods.
As we crawled into bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms, I didn’t dream of what would happen if that day ever came.
I was na?ve.
I was in love.
I was stupid.
Our romantic swim marked the calendar as the 14th of May.
It was a day I would always remember, because, unfortunately, life wasn’t done throwing us bad luck.
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Four nights later, my tummy cramped, reminding me that my period was due and to prepare a few rags.
However, a few days later, my breasts were swollen and nipples tight and my uterus ached, granting a few spots of blood.
But no normal flow.
I stared at the clean rag that I’d shoved in my bikini bottoms and froze completely solid.
No.
No.
No.
No.
This couldn’t be happening.
This can’t be true.
We’d been so careful.
It’s just...not possible.
It was a joke.
I smashed my eyes with my fingertips, trying to destroy every thought.
No, that wasn’t possible.
It’s not possible.
The concept of pregnancy was more than a silly fear. It was the scariest, terrifying, most horrifying nightmare imaginable.
And my brain couldn’t cope.
So instead of thinking rationally and discussing calmly, I went into freak-out mode.
I shoved the rag back into my bikini. I yanked up my shorts. I pretended this was normal.