Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Harper
My body was on fire. The softness of his lips against mine was tantalizing, as was the warmth of his tongue dancing with mine. His hands moved up and down my body as mine tangled through his hair, and the hardness of his cock pressed against my belly.
“I can stop if you want me to,” he whispered as he broke our kiss and placed his hand on my cheek.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
Instantly, his mouth smashed into mine while he scooped me up and carried me into the bedroom, laying me gently on the bed. He hovered over me, his lips tangling with mine as his hand fondled my breast. He sat me up, lifted my shirt over my head, and tossed it on the floor. His eyes diverted to the cleavage that my push-up bra so eloquently provided. Reaching around my back, he unhooked my bra and slid it off me.
I lay back down while his mouth traveled to my breasts, softly stroking each one with his tongue before taking my hardened peaks in his mouth. A soft moan erupted from me.
“Your breasts are so beautiful,” he whispered as he cupped one of them in his strong hands while his mouth worked the other.
Before I knew it, he’d unbuttoned my pants and slid them off my hips, taking them off with one smooth pull. He brought his mouth up to mine as his hand slid down the front of my panties, and his finger dipped inside me. A louder moan erupted from me as I arched my back in ecstasy. He touched me in ways I’d never been touched before.
“Before I bury myself deep inside you, I want you to come for me.”
It wasn’t hard to grant his wish as he skillfully explored me. I was at the cliff's edge and ready to dive into a beautiful, mind-blowing orgasm. The feeling was unreal and unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I’d had plenty of orgasms in my life, but never one as heightening as I was about to experience. My fingers gripped the comforter as the release happened, and I couldn’t help but let out noises I didn’t even know could come from me.
“Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” A smile crossed his lips as he stared into my eyes.
He climbed off the bed and started to strip out of his clothes. He removed his unbuttoned shirt and tossed it to the floor. His body was a gift from the gods—a beautiful, ripped, toned, muscular body. I held my breath in anticipation as he unbuttoned his pants and slid them down. I couldn’t help but stare at the all-black boxer briefs that fit him like a glove. He gripped the sides of his briefs and pulled them down, revealing the package I had fantasized about since I’d met him. He was blessed, and I was about to be.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“I do.”
“Enough not to use a condom. You’re already pregnant, so we don’t have to worry about that, and I can guarantee you that I’m one hundred percent clean,” he spoke as he hovered over me.
“I trust you.”
Reaching up, I placed my hand on the back of his head and pulled his lips to mine. He slowly thrust inside me, and I gasped at the feeling that overtook me. Moving in and out of me with precision, I felt intoxicated. Moans escaped both of us as we enjoyed each other, and my body geared up for another orgasm. I howled in delight as my legs tightened around him, and a rush of warmth flooded me. His thrusts slowed and suddenly stopped as his cock buried itself deep inside me and exploded. His body collapsed on mine while his hands tangled in my hair, and my arms tightened around him. I could feel his heart's rapid beating, and I knew I was done for.
“Shit,” he spoke with bated breath as he rolled off me and lay on his back with his hand over his heart.
I rolled on my side and snuggled into him as his arm wrapped around me and his lips kissed the top of my head.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been better.” I smiled as I lifted my head from his chest and looked at him.
“Can I ask you a personal question? If you don’t want to answer, it’s fine. I’ll understand.”
“What do you want to know?”
“What happened to the baby’s father? Did he not want the baby or something?”
I knew that question would come eventually, and I was fully prepared to answer it. I sat up, grabbed the blanket at the end of the bed, and wrapped myself in it as I faced him.
“I chose this pregnancy on my own with the help of a sperm donor.”
“I see. Do you personally know the donor?”
“I only know him as Donor 137665.”
“You went through a cryobank?” he asked.
“Yes. The only thing I ever wanted was a family. After my parents died, I never had another family. My aunt never wanted me because she was too selfish to think about anyone but herself and her alcohol. She was my mom’s sister, and they hadn’t spoken in three years.”
“What about your father’s side of the family?”
“My father was originally from Germany and left when he was twenty years old. He and his parents had some falling out, and he left and never looked back. He told me he’d tell me the story when I was old enough to understand, but he never got the opportunity. So, CPS tracked down my aunt and shipped me off to her.”
“I’m sorry,” he spoke as he grabbed my hand and held it.
“My relationship with men never really seemed to pan out. And as for my last relationship, my fiancé ended it three months before our wedding.”
“You were engaged?”
“I was. Then he told me he wasn’t sure he loved me enough to spend the rest of his life with me.” I looked down as the words I spoke still hurt.
“What a bastard. But it was better that you found out before you married the asshole.”
“I know.” I gave a light smile. “So, I decided I would raise a child on my own. It wasn’t something I just decided one day when I woke up. I’d given it serious thought for about a year. This baby means the world to me.” I placed my hands on my belly.
He stared at me as he ran the back of his hand down my cheek.
“I think you’ll make an amazing mother.”
“I hope so.”
He leaned forward and softly brushed his lips against mine.
“I should get going. It’s late.”
“You can stay,” I spoke, hoping he’d say yes.
“I need to be at the office early tomorrow. Perhaps another time.” The corners of his mouth curved upward as he ran his thumb across my lips.