Chapter 5 #2
“Danae, fuck, I want that so much, but you have to be certain. Are you only after sex, or have you forgiven me and you’re accepting that we’re together?
That we’ll raise our daughter together, as a couple?
That you love me as I love you, and you want to be with me for the rest of our lives.
If you can’t do that with one hundred percent confidence, then we can’t do this. ”
I stared hard at him for several beats, then I tugged on both hands.
He let go, and I saw the disappointment on his face.
I took three steps back, placing distance between us.
As his sad face watched me, I grasped the hem of my scrub top.
I lifted it over my head and dropped it to the floor.
It hadn’t registered until now that I'd dropped my work bag and purse on the entryway floor as soon as we entered.
“Babe, what are y—” his question stalled when I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra.
I let it slide down my arms and off onto the floor. I stepped back further. Heath moved two steps closer. His breathing had increased. When my hands went to the waist of my scrub pants, a loud growl came out of Heath. I knew exactly what to do. Turning, I took off, rushing to his bedroom.
“Be careful,” he called after me.
I heard the heavy thump, once, twice. His boots were coming off.
I had on my shoes. Anticipation throbbed through me.
Entering his bedroom, memories assailed me of the number of times we’d been in that bed together.
Many of them were of us having sex, but not all.
Some memories were of us cuddling and talking about our dreams and more.
With trembling hands, I paused to toe off my shoes before going to sit on the edge of the bed.
I got to work on my socks. The next thing I knew, Heath was standing in the doorway. He’d done more than remove his boots. His feet and chest were bare. His gaze was glued to me. Tossing the socks away, I stood and slid my thumbs between my skin and the pant fabric.
He shook his head. “No, stop. I’ll remove the rest. I need to hear the words, Danae.”
“Heath Rugger, you’re forgiven for leaving me for two months under the impression that you had dumped and ghosted me. I want us to be together and to raise our baby as a couple. But if you do anything like that again, I’ll walk away, and you won’t convince me to give you another chance,” I warned.
“Thank God,” he muttered, then he stalked over to stand before me.
I gulped when his hands took the place of mine. Slowly, he pushed my pants down. He was careful to leave my panties behind, not that they did much, as wet as they were. When he knelt to take them off, I used his shoulder to steady myself. My legs were shaking.
I shivered as his hands slid up the insides of my legs. Just shy of my core, Heath paused. A nudge from his hands had me spreading my legs. He didn’t touch my pussy. What he did was bury his face into my soaked panties, inhaled, and groaned.
“Heath, stop, what’re you doing?” I gasped.
“I’ve missed your scent so goddamn much. I’ve dreamed about it so many nights as I lie alone. I’m refreshing the imprint in my mind,” he explained.
Surprised by his confession, I let him do it.
His nose nuzzled my core, causing me to cry out when he rubbed across my hypersensitive clit.
I tossed back my head, closed my eyes, and let myself get lost in the sensations.
I jerked when his wet tongue inched underneath the panties’ edge to reach my folds.
His first lick sent me into orbit. I cried out his name.
It seemed to be the signal he had been waiting for, because Heath went wild. A hard yank, and my panties were torn away and forgotten. His hands came around and gripped the cheeks of my ass as he pushed his head deeper between my thighs. I widened my stance more and let him feast.
Jesus, no one could eat pussy as he could.
He acted as if he were at a banquet with all his favorite foods.
Heath lapped, sucked, and nibbled over every inch of my pussy.
And it was more than his mouth and tongue involved.
He’d bring his thick fingers into the mix, I moaned when he sank his first finger inside of me.
I went into a haze as he pushed me harder and faster toward my first Heath-induced orgasm. It was only a few minutes before I peaked and fell over the edge into a mind-blowing climax. I screamed his name. My nails dug into his shoulders even though I tried not to do it.
The wet, lapping, and growling sounds he made made it clear he enjoyed what he was doing.
As my body shuddered for the last time and went somewhat limp, Heath removed his mouth.
He gently pushed me to sit. As I breathed raggedly, he gave me a sexy smile and licked his lips clean, then used a hand to wipe most of the remaining sticky cum onto his palm, and then he licked it clean.
“You’re better than I remember, even sweeter. I want to start at your head and work my way down your body, worshipping as I go, but I’ve been without you too long, Divine One. If I don’t get inside of you soon, I’ll be certifiable,” he warned harshly.
“Stand up,” I demanded.
He rose to his feet. That placed his crotch at face level.
Not wasting time on words, I ran my hands from his pecs, down over his ribs, then his stomach until I got to his waistband.
I attacked the buttons and zipper on his jeans.
I had enough sense to be careful when drawing the zipper down.
He wasn’t wearing underwear. He found them a waste of time. When his cock sprang free, I moaned.
I shoved his jeans to his knees, then forgot them as I gripped the base of his cock and ran my tongue around the weeping head, gathering his precum to remember his taste.
His groan was deep and long. Needing more, I sucked the head inside my mouth and lashed it as I sucked.
Heath’s fingers dug into my scalp. The tingle and bite of it only made my body hum more.
I got maybe a dozen strokes and sucks in before I was pried off of him.
I tried to fight, but he was too strong. I glared up at him, and he chuckled.
“Danae, I want you to deep throat me, believe me, but I don’t want to waste our first time together again with me coming in your mouth. I’ve got to feel your pussy clenching around me.”
I sighed and let go before lying back on the mattress. I spread my legs wide and cupped my breasts.
“Then come give me your big, hard cock, Heath. Make us both come. Make me scream, Lover,” I enticed him.
His face was a deep red as he hurriedly removed his jeans. I yelped as his arms slid underneath me. He lifted me into the center of the bed, walking on his knees with me. As soon as he had me where he wanted me, he paused.
“Is there anything I shouldn’t do? I don’t want to hurt you or the baby. Tell me if I’m getting too carried away.”
“Lover, you can take me however you want. If something doesn’t feel good, I’ll tell you. The one thing I can warn you about is that my breasts are more tender than they used to be. What they were like right before my period. Other than that, I’m healthier than I ever was.”
“God, yes,” he muttered.
I held my breath as he gripped himself at the base of his erection. He guided the dripping head of his cock to my opening. Then, he watched as he pressed inside of me. His expression was enthralled. As for me, all I could do was toss my head from side to side and grip the comforter in my fists.
There was stretching and a mild sting. It had been three months, and Heath had never been a small guy. He held himself back until he had made it to the root. Once that happened, he met my eyes.
“How does it feel? Okay?”
“More than okay. Oh, God, I’ve missed this, you, everything. Please,” I pleaded. Not sure exactly what I was asking for.
It was a slow slide back until only the tip remained inside me. He paused. Then the next thrust was faster and a smidge harder. I moaned.
In and out he went, ramping up the intensity of each one until he had the bed pounding the wall. Gasps, wails, pleas, and more filled the room along with heavy panting breaths and the slap of wet skin against more damp skin.
Abruptly, it all came together for me. My pussy clenched around his cock, and I shook as I came, trying to drag his cum from him and inside of me.
However, he somehow gritted his teeth and hung on.
By the time I relaxed, he hadn’t come. His hips were gliding in and out slowly.
As I took a deep breath, he rolled. He cradled me so we never lost contact.
I ended up sitting astride him. His hands came up and cupped my breasts.
“Ride me, Danae. Make me give you my cum. It’s waiting for you.”
His words made me feel desperate again. I lifted and dropped down.
We both moaned. I ramped up my pace, although I altered the speed, rotated my hips, and squeezed my inner vaginal muscles around him, causing him to swear.
Then, it was my turn to swear when his hands gently squeezed my breasts, then plucked my distended nipples.
I bucked, driving his cock deeper. He groaned.
“These damn beauties are even better than before, and they were perfect then. Look at how they overflow my hands. Shit. Danae, I hope they’re not too tender,” he rasped.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I want to fuck them. Hold them tight and watch my cock pop out the top. Will you suck me off as I do it? Let me spray my cum all over your tits, tongue, and face. Or are you too good a girl for that?” he taunted.
“Have I ever not allowed you to do whatever you wanted to me? Or denied us trying new things?” I asked.
“Jeeesus, no, you’ve never said no. You’re my dream woman. Don’t ever leave me. If you do, I’ll tear up the world looking for you.”
“As long as you don’t leave me, cheat on me, or abuse me, I’m not going anywhere, Heath.”
My vow seemed to relax some of the tension in his body.
Time meant nothing as we caressed, slid, lifted, and more.
When I started to feel a bit tired, he sensed it and his hands left my breasts and gripped my ass.
He lifted me up and down on him, harder and faster.
My climax hit me so fast, I wasn’t prepared. I screamed and went rigid atop him.
Heath panted loudly as he took over, bouncing me up and down his length. A handful of thrusts more, and he slammed me down on him, held me there, and his cock jerked repeatedly inside of me. The warmth of his seed made my waning climax intensify again. His growl was drawn out and deep in his chest.
By the time we were both finished, I was boneless. Both of us breathed heavily. Sweat coated our skin. Heath drew me flat to his chest. His breath blew in and out of my ear, not that I minded. A hand rubbed up and down my spine.
“That was more incredible than I remembered. When I got my nut, I swear I saw the door to heaven,” he muttered.
I giggled. We moaned at the sensation it caused. He was still semi-erect inside of me. A hand slapped my ass, making me gasp and clench.
“Why the giggle? Seeing heaven is a serious matter,” he lectured me.
“Are you sure it was the door to heaven?” I teased.
He thought for a moment, then grinned. “Maybe it was the door to hell. It was red, not white.”
I laughed, then we lay there, holding each other, letting the glow fade naturally.
I had no regrets about forgiving him. I’d tried not to let him back into my heart, but I realized that he had never left it.
I just lied to myself, telling myself he was gone.
And the way he said that vow made me believe he learned his lesson.