Chapter 38
Chandler
I leaned in to Gabriella’s kiss with what felt like every part of me. When before it had merely been a physical connection between us, now it went deeper than that. Maybe it always had, but I had pushed that thought away because I had never experienced it before. Had never wanted to.
Relationships were complicated and messy, and I couldn’t afford to get mixed up in one when my entire focus was my work.
My entire identity was work. It was what had gotten me this far, even though I was currently unemployed.
Or maybe it was seeing the chaos of my parents’ relationship spontaneously combust right in front of me that had me believing that loving relationships were a pipe dream.
But now I wasn’t so sure as I wrapped my arms around this woman, the mother of my child.
Love seemed a hell of a lot more real now, and I had told her that.
She was the first woman I had ever said those words to.
Had ever felt that way about. It felt like it was pouring out of me now that I had her back in my arms.
I needed more. I needed all the things I had been missing for the past few weeks, when the thing between us had been quickly and severely severed.
It was like I was having withdrawals. But all that didn’t matter now as I coaxed her lips open with my tongue, desperate to taste her. Unbelieving that I could again.
She softly exhaled as she parted her lips and met her tongue to mine in a slow dance that we had memorized, but seemed new every time.
I let out a low groan at the familiar taste of her, bringing my hands to her soft, brown hair that hung down her back in long waves.
She leaned into my touch, dropping her head back as she pulled me closer, kissing me deeper.
I leaned over her, pressing my body against hers as she lay back onto the couch. My pants were already straining from the erection that pushed against them, greedily wanting her. Her eyes slightly widened as she felt my lust press into her upper thigh.
“I missed you,” I whispered, pulling away from her kiss.
“I missed you, too,” she said against my lips before devouring my mouth again.
She was as insatiable as I was, and it only made my cock yearn for her more.
I brought my hand down to where her long, floral dress was bunched up at her knees.
I pushed the thin fabric up, feeling her soft skin against my fingertips.
I felt her shudder slightly at my touch, and her breath stop completely as I trailed the lace waistband of her thong that pressed into her hip.
I ran my fingers across the lace in a feather-like touch, barely skimming the warmth of her abdomen. I slipped my hand under the lace and was met with the slickness of her entrance.
“You’re so wet,” I whispered as my fingers explored.
“I told you I missed you,” she whispered back, bucking her hips up slightly in want.
Instead of giving her what she so clearly wanted, and what I so desperately needed, I circled her lazily with my thumb. She let out a soft moan, wriggling under my hand, but I pushed her hips down with my other hand.
“What are you doing to me?” she groaned frustratedly.
I chuckled softly. “Taking my sweet time,” I said, my gaze wandering to where my hand was slowly teasing her. She was a fucking beautiful sight. Her legs spread and the pale pink lace of her thong blending into her milky skin, her entrance gleaming with anticipation.
“Please,” she gasped.
The corner of my lip lifted as I smiled down at her before dipping one finger into her nice and slow, feeling the wet warmth of her envelop my touch.
My cock twitched, wishing it was my finger.
Her eyes rolled back as I dipped a second finger into her, as my palm circled her clit.
I began moving faster, my fingers reaching deeper as I increased the pressure of my palm against her.
Her back hitched as her breath quickened.
Her head pressed into the couch as she exposed the long length of her neck that my lips greedily kissed.
Her hand reached for me, gripping my erection firmly through my pants.
I looked up at her and saw the need in her eyes as she began moving her hand up and down the length of me.
I watched her eyes darken, the green flecks in her hazel eyes almost a forest green as her legs spread even wider underneath me.
Fuck, she was sexy, silently begging for more.
I slowly pulled my fingers from her wet entrance and pushed myself to kneel in front of her.
She watched me lustfully, her teeth digging into her bottom lip.
I lifted my hand to my mouth and tasted each finger that was drenched with her sweetness.
She whimpered as I slowly pulled each one from my lips.
I unbuttoned my shirt, peeling it off and tossing it aside.
Her eyes fell to my chest, to my abdomen, and then lower.
I unbuttoned the waistband of my pants and shimmied them down my hips, my cock springing out, free of its constraint.
Her eyes fell to it before slowly trailing back up to my eyes with a look that could only be described as “fuck me now.”
My hands trailed up her legs, past her hips, pushing up her long dress past her stomach and further until her lace-cupped breasts were on display. And holy hell, they were a glorious sight. I leaned forward, my hands having a mind of their own as they cupped each one.
“Wow. They’re…”
“Bigger.” She smirked up at me.
“They look fucking delicious.” I pulled the lace from each one, revealing their soft, plump flesh.
Mine for the taking. I leaned in and circled my tongue around each rosy, peaked nipple, savoring the taste.
As I licked and sucked and played with her beautiful breasts, her hands wandered down my abdomen until they reached my cock that was just inches away from her sex.
I groaned as she wrapped her fingers around me, slowly moving up and down the length of me.
She ran the pad of her thumb in circles over my tip, pre-cum coating it eagerly.
She brought her thumb up and sucked on it slowly, as I looked up from feasting on her creamy breasts, her other hand continuing to pump my cock.
She increased her speed and pressure, watching me squirm slightly as I hovered over her, groaning into her bare skin as my tongue continued to lap against her nipples.
“I need you,” she whispered, pulling my cock toward her, until the tip of me was nudged against her.
Lifting my mouth from her breasts, I leaned in and kissed her slowly on the mouth as I worked my way slowly inside her.
She moaned louder with every inch that I pushed inside her sweet warmth until I was buried so deep inside her I thought I might come right then and there.
She clenched tightly around me, her legs wrapping around my lower back, pulling me closer.
I groaned as I lowered my head, pressing my mouth to her ear.
My breath quickened as I pulled out to the very tip and plunged back inside her slick, wet entrance.
Her fingers dug into my back as I began pumping into her faster.
Harder. I groaned, feeling every sensation so intensely.
It was different than any time before. My world felt like it was tilting on its axis as the pleasure came over me in intense waves.
“Chandler,” she groaned in a throaty whisper, her nails leaving their marks in my skin and the slight pinch of pain had me slamming into her harder.
The sound of our bodies meeting filling the room.
I continued pounding into her. Her legs tightened around me as she let out a scream of release, before falling weakly to the side.
My orgasm roared through me as I released into her, filling her with everything I had.
I stayed buried inside her as I collapsed onto her, careful not to crush her as our sweaty bodies became one with our breathing.
We lay there in silence, her hands softly trailing my back as I breathed into her neck, inhaling her sweet smell of perfume and sweat.
There was no rush to dress. No rush to leave.
I felt as though we could stay there forever, and it was one of the most comforting feelings I had ever had.
The world felt like it had stopped, and all that mattered was right here.
On the floor, I spotted the glossy ultrasound photos that had floated to the ground. I reached for them, pulling them up to look at them again. Gabriella watched me carefully as my eyes ran over them.
“What are you thinking?” she whispered. I noted the small hint of worry in her voice.
“How happy I am,” I said. “For the baby. For this. For all of it.”
She smiled softly up at me and let out a deep breath. “It’s pretty surreal,” she said.
“I still can’t believe it. This little thing is our baby. Growing inside you.” I realized what we had just done and looked down at her stomach slightly concerned.
She laughed easily. “It’s okay,” she said, reaching her hand up and placing her palm against my face. “The doctor answered all my questions.”
“You asked about this?” I pointed between the two of our naked bodies.
“I wanted to cover all my bases.” She shrugged.
“And everything else is okay?” I asked.
“Yes, baby looks right on track. About eight weeks along now,” she said.
“Wow.” I shook my head. I truly couldn’t believe it.
I couldn’t believe how fast my life could change, and how much I was so at peace with it now.
It made me rethink everything, especially my fears about love and family.
It all seemed possible right here in this moment.
I had been running from it for so long, and now it was here and I didn’t want to flee.
I wanted to stay. Maybe it could really be this easy.
I brushed a strand of Gabriella’s hair behind her ear and she leaned her soft face into my touch, closing her eyes. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eyes on. I leaned in and kissed her on the forehead before looking at the picture of our baby one more time.
Just then her phone rang, its shrill sound clanging through the room and interrupting our bubble.
“Please, don’t answer that,” I groaned as she reached for it on the coffee table.
Her eyes read the screen and widened slightly. I peeled myself off her, curious as to who it was.
“I have to,” she said, sitting up. “It’s my father. We haven’t spoken since…you know…”
She stood from the couch, her long dress falling down around her naked body as she rushed to her bedroom, closing the door behind her. My stomach lurched slightly, the realization that real life was still out there, knocking on the door. Our problems hadn’t been solved in one afternoon.
I could hear muffled words through the door, but couldn’t make anything out. Internally, I hoped that they were making amends. It was wishful thinking. Minutes later, she emerged from the bedroom with an unreadable expression on her face.
“I have to go,” she said, walking toward me.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, trying to read her.
“I’ll call you later,” she said, hurriedly grabbing her purse from the couch. She gave me one last look before slipping out the door, leaving me naked and reeling on the couch, wondering what the hell just happened.