Chapter 18
Emilia
I sigh deeply as Haden gently crawls into bed and spoons me. He feels so good wrapped around me.
“Are you okay, baby?” he whispers into my ear.
“Yeah. I’m fine.” I pat his hand where it rests under my breasts, fighting a grin because it really is adorable how concerned he is about my period.
It’s dark now. I slept all afternoon. I felt much better and would have gone downstairs to eat dinner, but Haden insisted on bringing me a tray.
As if I were sick with the flu, he brought up chicken noodle soup, fresh bread, and the most amazing honey butter.
All of that was made from scratch because Gretchen doesn’t serve anything that isn’t.
I kind of hate that she so obviously went out of her way to fix me a special meal. It wasn’t necessary. But I’m equally certain it fills her soul to take care of the occupants of this house. She’s probably humming and smiling over having done this favor for Haden.
My bossy, concerned man plays with my fingers. “I feel like I’ve had an intensive lesson in female sexuality today,” he jokes.
I chuckle. “If men had to menstruate and deliver babies, the human population would go extinct.”
“I have no doubt. I have a new appreciation for the sacrifice you women make to the continuity of the species.”
Another giggle escapes me.
Haden releases my fingers and switches to thrumming my nipple.
My breath hitches at the contact.
His lips are on my ear again. “I heard it would be beneficial for me to give you an orgasm,” he whispers.
I cringe. “Please tell me you didn’t discuss my period or giving me orgasms with my brothers or cousins. If you have, I will murder you in your sleep.”
“Did you get that gun license while you were sleeping today?” he teases.
“Haden…”
“No. I did not discuss your pussy, or how loud you scream when you come, or how wet you get when I spank you, or how sexy you are when I take pictures of your come-covered cunt with anyone you are blood-related to.”
“Haden!” He’s so vulgar. Why am I grinning?
“I spoke to Melody.”
I blow out a breath. That’s better than the men. Besides, I seriously doubt he went to my sister-in-law and asked her questions about how to ease my cramping. I suspect Melody came to him. I can live with that.
His hand slides to my stomach, where he gently massages as if he can help with the cramping that way. Or perhaps he’s imagining what I’ll look like when my abdomen is no longer flat.
Without a word, he continues trailing his fingers farther down, slipping them under the elastic of my panties.
Already, my pussy is pulsing. Even though I’m not at my best, I’m still cramping, and my mood swings are obnoxious, my clit comes to life the moment he touches it.
It’s hard not to focus on the icky parts, though. “Haden… It’s messy down there.”
“Shhh, baby. I’m not afraid of a little blood.”
“How do you feel about a lot of blood?” I murmur, losing the battle as he continues to stroke my clit.
“It doesn’t bother me at all.” He slides his hand deeper into my panties so he can reach my folds. The tips of his fingers glide over my labia before slowly parting them.
“Tampon…” I murmur.
He finds the string and gives it a tiny tug, just enough to make me aware of the inside of my vagina, which sends my libido through the roof.
This is so dirty. So unimaginable. My man is playing with my pussy while I’m on my period.
Day one of my cycle. I just put this tampon in, so there’s not much chance his hand will end up looking like a crime scene, but it could.
And that thought makes my heart race. The gamble.
The odd danger. Not harmful danger, but the possibility that I might bleed on him.
And he doesn’t care.
I don’t know what the hell might happen. I’ve never masturbated on the first day of my period. Maybe I should have. I hadn’t thought about it possibly helping alleviate cramps. I’ve never felt sexy on my period. Usually, I’m disgruntled and surly, not to mention in pain.
Haden has given me a new perspective.
“You’re wet,” he whispers.
“Mmm.” I’m trembling with need. I’m not sure if it’s because he’s so gently touching my pussy and clit or if it’s the overall taboo nature of this moment.
He continues talking while he strokes my folds and circles my clit.
“Nothing about your body is ever going to be messy to me, baby. I’m an all-up-in-your-business kind of guy.
I want to know your pussy better than you do.
And I will. I want to know every single millimeter of your body and what makes your breath hitch. ”
His voice is husky, sexy, mesmerizing.
There’s a constant low moan coming from me as he keeps talking. “After you marry me, I’m going to find your G-spot and drive you to heights you can’t imagine. Turns out they make vibrators with an additional section in front that will stimulate your G-spot while filling your cunt.”
I moan louder. I could come from his filthy words alone.
“But that’s after you marry me. Right now, you only get a clitoral orgasm.” He releases the string and presses his fingers against my sensitive nub.
I buck against him as my body goes berserk.
Suddenly, he’s gone.
“Haden…”
I squint my eyes when he turns on the light on the nightstand. He pulls the covers down and removes my panties.
I’m panting. What is his plan? I’m not sure I like it. My face heats. I can’t stop him because there’s no stopping Haden. There never will be. He has no boundaries and doesn’t allow me to have any either. And fuck me, but I love it.
I’m naked, chest heaving, blinking as I adjust to the light.
“Open your legs, baby,” he orders.
Heart racing, I obey him.
Haden climbs between my thighs and pushes them wider with his knees. “Good girl.” He slides his palms up my inner thighs and stares intently at my pussy as he begins to torment my folds yet again with gentle caresses.
I watch his face. All my modesty is gone. He won’t allow it. He’s making that abundantly clear.
“Fuck, this is hot, Emilia. You submitting to me, letting me see you like this, allowing yourself to be vulnerable.”
My chest rises and falls with my deep breaths. My mouth is too dry to respond.
He parts my folds open and toys with the string again. “Can you feel that, baby?”
“Mmm.” It’s so subtle, and yet I can feel every tiny movement of my tampon inside me.
He pulls the hood back from my clit and leans closer to blow on it.
I cry out, arching my back off the bed. My hands are fisted at my sides. I’ve never imagined anything this kinky in my life.
He taps my thighs. “Relax your legs, baby. Let me get to know you. All of you. I know you feel embarrassed and vulnerable, but I don’t want you to.
I don’t want any part of you to be off-limits to me.
It’s just blood. I don’t even see any evidence of it right now.
Take a deep breath and let your knees relax. ”
I hadn’t realized I was so stiff, nor that I was holding my thighs aloft, seconds from pressing them closed.
When he drags a finger between my folds again, repeatedly engaging the string, I moan.
“That’s my good girl. This is my favorite part of you.
So wet and needy. In thirteen days, I will push my cock up into this channel and empty my semen against your cervix.
I’ll fill you so full that your eyes will roll back.
I’ll do it over and over until you’re limp in my arms and have no more reservations about your body. ”
While he continues his filthy monologue, he grazes his fingertips over my swollen pussy.
“Nine months after that, I’ll be right here, between your legs, as you push our child into the world.
I’ll be the one to stretch your labia with my fingers to help with the pressure.
I’ll be right here as our baby’s head comes through.
I’ll still be here for the afterbirth and the days that follow, changing your pads and cleaning you throughout the day while your body heals. ”
I’m panting. How does he make childbirth sound sexy?
He gives another tormenting tug to the string. “And then I’ll be in this position again, filling your cunt with my semen, plugging it so the next time you ovulate, another baby implants in your womb.”
A deeper moan fills the room. “Haden…” My head rolls back and forth.
I can’t focus on anything but the way he’s touching me.
I can’t even disagree with him because the truth is, I’ve always dreamed of having a lot of kids.
That’s why I went into early-childhood education.
I love babies and toddlers. I never let myself hope I might marry a man who wanted the same thing, but the fact that I have makes me so fucking happy.
I’m young enough that I can have a dozen kids if Haden agrees.
Haden jerks me back to the present with his continuing stream of naughty words.
“Emilia, there’s no way I would sit by your head and hold your hand while you do all the laboring to bring our babies into this world.
I’m going to be an active participant. So if you think a little bit of blood tonight is going to scare me away, you’re wrong. ”
Haden pinches my clit, and I come so hard that my body quakes with the tremors.
My pussy grips the tampon, and I’m aware of it through the pulses because Haden holds the string taut.
I’m getting a small taste of what it will feel like to have him inside me when I come.
It’s not even close to the same since my tampon is so thin and soft, but it’s enough to tease me.
I’m limp and sated as my man slides down the bed, plants a kiss on my pussy, and stands. “Don’t move, baby.”
Panting, I watch him enter the bathroom. The water runs and there’s some rustling. I’m not surprised when he returns with a pile of things.
I don’t say a word. Instead, I stare at him, mesmerized as he slides a small towel under my bottom. He holds my folds open with one hand and eases the tampon from my body with the other. He wraps it in a wad of toilet paper.
All modesty has fled. I don’t even care. In fact, the way he’s taking care of me makes me choke up. I purse my lips to hold back the emotion-filled tears threatening to fall.
He uses a wet washcloth to clean my pussy before opening a fresh tampon and guiding it into me.
I have no fucking idea how he knows what he’s doing.
He must have spent the afternoon watching how-to videos so he could take care of me so intimately.
I watch as he presses a pad into a clean pair of panties before easing them up my legs.
I lift my hips for him, so he can finish settling the bulky pad over my pussy.
He’s efficient, wrapping everything up in the towel and whisking it away.
When he returns from the bathroom a second time, he turns off the light, climbs into bed, arranges me so he’s spooning me again, and pulls the covers over us.
I’m not even sure all of that really happened. We’re right back in the position we started in when he joined me thirty minutes ago.
Except, I’m not the same person I was half an hour ago.
If there was any lingering doubt about who I belonged to, it’s gone.
My breathing evens out as he kisses my neck.
I’m totally ruined. I’m his. Not like other people think they belong to someone.
I literally belong to Haden in every imaginable way.
“Feel better?” he asks.
A huge smile spreads across my face. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Cramps?”
“Gone.” I’m not lying. His method worked. My body is much more relaxed.
“Let me know if you need me to do that again in the night, baby.”
I’m still smiling, but my eyes are so heavy that I can’t focus on anything. It’s all too overwhelming. I let sleep take me under.