28. Emily
emily
I might have unlocked a caged beast. Ever since we had sex on the couch a few nights ago, Ben has been insatiable.
We ended up both calling out of work the following day and spent the time alternating between fucking each other’s brains out or eating to replenish our energy stores, only to go back at it like rabbits in the springtime.
I’ve lost track of the number of times he’s made me come, but I know that it’s many more times than he has.
It’s like he’s a man possessed and obsessed with making me come.
We have fucked in every single room in the apartment, in every imaginable position, and some new ones I had never tried before.
By the time it was evening, I had to tap out and beg for rest. My poor vagina was so overworked she did not know what was happening.
We’re getting ready to visit Jason and Amanda at the hospital.
Their son was born last night, and we each got a text from the parents with adorable newborn photos attached.
I’m pulling an oversized sweater over my head when I hear Ben open my bedroom door.
I can feel the heat of his gaze on me, and sure enough, when my vision clears, he’s laser-focused on me.
I put my hands up in a gesture to help ward him off.
“If we don’t leave right now, we’ll never leave the apartment.”
I back away as he slowly advances, and my back hits my dresser.
“Ben! I’m serious! We need to go now.” He approaches me and cages me in with his warm body. He bends his head down so his nose is grazing my ear as he takes a deep breath. After a moment, he exhales in a huff and leaves a chaste kiss on my forehead.
“Fine. You’re right. Get your sweet ass in my car before I change my mind.”
I fled from him, the sound of his amused laughter ringing in my ears. His joy resonates within me, a warm hum vibrating deep in my chest, like a sunbeam bursting through the clouds and filling my body with his warmth and light.
“ H e is so cute!” I gush over the less-than-twenty-four-hour-old baby swaddled and cradled in my arms. Amanda gave birth to sweet baby Alexander Joseph, and she barely looks like she broke a sweat.
I swear, she always looks good, even on her worst days.
Something I can’t ever claim, but at least today, I got dressed and left the apartment.
I’m sitting in the uncomfortable armchair while the two men chatter in the corner.
Looking down at the little bundle of joy in my arms, I get a sensation I’ve never felt before.
I wonder what it would be like to hold my bundle of joy in my arms. I never wanted to have children before.
I’ve always known that I enjoy my independent life, free from the worries of childcare.
My traumatic childhood and lack of parental contact likely explain my aversion to having children.
But sitting here, in this moment, with another woman’s child in my arms, I feel a tug at my psyche. Maybe the reason I could never see myself having children before also had to do with the guys I was dating. I could never picture co-parenting with anyone else.
With Ben, though, I can see a fuzzy future of the two of us with a couple of kids. The thought shocks me so much that I feel my body stiffen.
Slowly, I raise my head, and our eyes meet.
A jolt of awareness, like a sudden electric current, passes between us.
His expression softens as he studies me intently.
His gaze roams over me as I cradle the sleeping baby with his tiny hand gripping my finger tightly.
Ben’s eyes sparkle with intense passion at the sight, and I shiver in response.
I swear he has the same thought process before Jason’s loud voice breaks our staring match.
“How’s the apartment treating you guys?” Jason looks at me, and I’m sure he doesn’t miss the way Ben was staring at me.
“It’s great,” Ben answers with a sly grin.
I duck my head to hide my blush and pretend to coo over the snoring baby.
We keep the visit short as other visitors trickle in.
I hand the baby back to Amanda and give her a one-arm hug.
Before I let her go, she turns to look at me and says softly under her breath, “Looks like you two are getting along.”
I pull away, and she smirks at me. I didn’t think Ben and I were obvious, but I guess we weren’t as discreet as we thought we were.
“We’re just friends,” I deny and then rush out of the room. I don’t miss Amanda’s wink at my denial. I was always a terrible liar.