The Baby Maker’s Club

“Are we allowed to kiss?” I ask him, feeling self-conscious, almost like a child on her first day at school. He laughs again and increases the pressure of his hand on the side of my face.

“There’s no way someone could stop me from kissing a woman like you.” His lips are on me again, and his tongue, as it glides gently against mine, tastes faintly of lemon and something minty. His taste and scent are like a drug for me, and I find myself latching onto him, my hands curled in his thick hair, unable to get enough.

The man knows how to kiss. He’s barely touching me with his fingertips while he’s doing it, but I can feel his touch everywhere. I could spend every waking moment of my life just kissing him, but eventually we have to come up for air.

I stare at his face, and I can’t help but think of how beautiful our child will be. Will he or she have this stranger’s deep-set eyes or his perfect nose? Will they have his olive complexion instead of my pale one? It’s thrilling to think of the possibilities. I couldn’t have chosen a better man for myself. Everything about him does it for me.

He reaches behind my back and unclasps my bra. I slide it off my shoulders and toss it to the side.

His breath hisses through his teeth when he sees me braless. “You aren’t anything like I was expecting,” he says.

“What were you expecting?”

“I don’t know, honestly. I just … you don’t seem like someone who needs a baby-making club to have a child.” There’s a pause. “That sounds horrible, doesn’t it? I’m sorry. I don’t mean to assume, or be offensive.”

I laugh. “No, it’s fine. I’ve never met anyone I’ve felt comfortable having a child with, so I figured this is my best option.”

He smiles wickedly. “I guess that makes me a lucky man that you chose this option.”

He—I wish I knew what to call him—leans in again to kiss me. He takes both of my breasts in his hands and kneads them, pinching my nipples between his fingers and sending bolts of lightning through my center. When he’s done thoroughly fondling my breasts, it’s his mouth’s turn to explore. He sucks at my nipple, gently using his teeth until I moan. Then his hand moves between my legs and rubs over my pants.

It feels amazing. I haven’t been touched like this in so long, and I don’t know if it’s ever felt this good before. He seems to know exactly the spots that will drive me crazy, and he hasn’t even gotten beyond my panties yet. I know once all our clothes come off, my time with this gorgeous stranger is going to be epic.

He lays me down and unbuttons my jeans. Shrugging them off of me, he tosses those aside with my shirt and bra. When he reaches for my panties, I hold my breath. He looks at me while he does this, an intense look of lust and desperation in his expression. When I’m completely naked, he takes me in with his eyes, caressing every inch of my skin with his fingertips except for the parts that ache to be touched the most.

I thought that it would all happen faster than this. A quick, get the job done kind of swiftness to it all, but he’s taking his time. He’s savoring the moment. I’m grateful for that, because each time he touches me I become more and more turned on, and I know there won’t be any regrets after. I wasn’t sure how this was going to go, or how I would feel making a baby with a stranger. So far it feels incredible.

I watch, mesmerized, as his head lowers between my legs, as his lips lay delicate kisses on the smooth skin of my pussy. Again, I’m relieved I’ve kept up with my regular waxing schedule.

He doesn’t have to do any of this. My pleasure is not part of the deal. Going down on me will not get me any closer to getting pregnant, but I’m thrilled he’s doing it.

His tongue snakes out and he licks everything but that sensitive spot. I spread my legs wide, urging him to satisfy that need, but he just smiles and licks around it.

I glare at him playfully. “Tease.”

“You’ll thank me later,” he says in an equally playful tone.

Then he slips a finger into me, ever so slowly. I’m dripping wet and I gasp. As he moves his finger inside of me, touching all the right spots, I close my eyes and moan. He’s an expert with his hands. My lower back and hips come off the bed and I buck involuntarily. I feel the slight vibration of a chuckle in his throat. He’s enjoying this as much as I am. He adds another finger and my moans turn to elated cries. I beg him not to stop. Then he sucks my clit into his mouth and I come undone.