6. Claudia
“Yes, Josh. Yes!” I cried out, my hands fisting the sheets on either side of me. Writhing my legs, I closed them around Josh’s head trapping him in place between my thighs. His tongue going crazy licking my pussy, while his finger was lodged deep inside me.
“I don’t … don’t… want to come in your mouth,” I moaned undulating my hips from off the bed. “Please.” Tapping him on his muscular shoulder, I gave him our signal to move. Our years together starting from early high school Josh, and I knew each other so well we didn’t need words to communicate.
Understanding exactly what I needed from him, Josh gave my pussy one last long delicious lick before getting up and laying on his back. His arms reaching for me, easily positioning me on his lap. His hard cock bobbing off his flat belly.
Yum.
“Don’t even think about it gorgeous,” he growled at me, seeing where my mind was heading. “I mean it woman, the second you wrap those lips around my cock I will blow and as you said before rather smartly, that is not a way to get pregnant.”
Grinning at his logic, I instead rose up on my knees and using my hand I grabbed his thick pulsing cock and slowly guided it to my entrance. The ease of which Josh entered me was all thanks to his clever mouth bringing me to two orgasms already.
My husband loved to make me happy, and he always achieved his goals.
“Sink down on me gorgeous, slowly.” Josh demanded, taking control even though I was on top. Choosing that moment to take back control from my caveman husband, I planted my hands on his strong chest and allowed my body to drop down, taking his length inside me all at once.
“Fuck baby!”
His cry of exaltation was heady to my ears, Josh in full out of control sexual pleasure was a sight I would never get tired of seeing or hearing.
His hands gripped my waist, using them to move me up and down his length.
“Josh, Josh, Josh!” I screamed, my hips cantering in beat with his. Over and over, he lifted me up then slamming me back down on his cock, the rhythm hurried and rough, but oh so perfect.
“God damn baby, I fucking love you,” my husband growled, using his stomach muscles to lift himself to a sitting positioning to take my mouth in a passionate soulful deep kiss.
“I love you more,” I breathed into his mouth, panting.
“Fucking impossible.” Josh declared in a deep lust filled voice.
My lower belly started to swirl with a tingling sensation, that sweet feeling that was good, really good but nowhere near enough.
Reading my moans and whimpers, his knowledge of my body so ingrained in him he knew what I wanted without having to ask.
Reaching for my breasts, I guided one nipple to his mouth Josh immediately closing his lips around it sucking the perky tip into his mouth. That was all it took for me to rock my hips hard into his pelvis rolling them wildly.
“Now Claudia,” Josh roared his cock thickening almost painfully inside me, then my core clenched as Josh moved to my other nipple, his fingers pinching the one he let go.
“Fuck honey yes!” I cried, throwing my head back I felt my whole-body shudder as I came with a burst of lights behind my eyelids.
“Jesus, so fucking beautiful,” Josh groaned before he stiffened, his eyes on me as he spilled his essence inside me. His smoky dark eyes, full of love for me.
I might or might not be pregnant, but I did have the most wonderful man who loved me to insanity.
That was something I could live with for the rest of my life, regardless of what any test said.
“So,” I said looking at Elle, “this weekend, I need to explain why I can’t go.”
Looking at me in surprise, Elle shook her head. “You don’t need to explain anything chickee.” She replied, meaning it but still I wanted my sister to understand where my head was.
“Elle, you know Josh and I are trying to have a baby.”
“I do,” she answered this time really giving me her attention, stopping tapping on her computer to concentrate on me.
“Well, the thing is, I’m late,” I told her, but quickly realised my mistake. “I don’t know if I’m pregnant yet, but as I told Josh I don’t want to take the test for another week. That means I can’t go drinking with you.” I rushed to explain before Elle burst into song.
Immediately Elle knew, she understood my reluctance to pee on a stick just yet.
Reaching over the large family table in my parents’ kitchen, Elle grabbed a hold of my hands.
“It’s scary isn’t it, Claude?” she asked but she didn’t need me to answer her. Gisele, Elle, and I had a bond closer than just mere sisters. We were one separated by nature into three born two years apart from one another.
“It is,” I whispered affirming my true fear. “I hate those tests; I took so many of them the first time and they all turned positive. What if this time it’s not?”
“Then you try again, and again and again until it turns pink,” Elle said simply and then laughed when I narrowed my eyes at her. “Don’t give me your mum look Claudia Chanel. You might be able to fool Josh occasionally but don’t insult me. I know you will be a mumma chickee, you just have to wait until the time is right.” Elle in logical mode was good for my nerves but that didn’t mean I had to like it.
“And what if that time doesn’t come?” I asked feeling like Gisele when she came to me for advice when she forgot about protection when she and Jami for got together. I also remembered my advice. I had a bad feeling my words were about to be thrown back at me.
“Just because there are dark clouds in the sky doesn’t mean?—”
“It’s going to rain,” I parroted cutting Elle off. Something she did not like or welcome anyone doing.
“Exactly right.” She agreed glaring at me. We Blessing women did not like to be interrupted by anyone.
“So, am I forgiven?” I asked her meekly. I knew how much she needed to get away and forget her troubles, but I wasn’t about to risk my baby if I was pregnant and drank before taking the test.
Smiling softly at me, Elle stood up, leant over, and gave me a smooching kiss.
“Nothing to forgive chickee, I have got my fingers and toes crossed that you are already baking a bun in your oven.”
Feeling tears building up for the second time today, I shook off the sudden flair of emotions. “Love you to pieces Ellie.”
“And back together again,” she said predictably. Our minds acting like one.