“You guys have a really beautiful family.”
It’s hard to choke out those words since everything she’s saying is something I wish I had too. I don’t regret going at this alone, but listening to Megan reminds me that it would be nice to have a partner in this whole thing. Have someone to celebrate the milestones with.
“Did you ever learn the name of the father of your child?” I ask.
She laughs as though I said something funny. “Of course not. He didn’t offer and I didn’t ask. I would never break his trust, or the trust of the club like that. I heard from my friend who recommended the place that Mosaic kicked out a woman before and sued her. She’d found her donor on the internet and contacted him. And besides,” she says, rubbing her belly, “after what they gave me, I’d never betray her like that.”
The guilt of knowing Chaucer’s name is really eating away at me. I want to confess to Megan and get it off my chest, but I can’t bring myself to do it, even though it was an accident and I know she wouldn’t tell Mosaic.
“Yeah, that would be terrible,” I say, and twist in my chair to go back to work.
“When do you go back?” she asks.
“I don’t know, but trust me, I can’t think about anything else,” I say, unable to hide my excitement.
“You’ll probably get a call any day now. You and your partner will keep trying until you get the results you want.”
The thought of being with him again sends a shiver down my spine … and to other parts of my body.
“That’s good to know,” I say.
Sure enough, as soon as I get off work there’s a message for me about my next appointment with my partner. Tomorrow night at 6pm, same room.
When it’s time to go back, I’m more eager than ever. This time we don’t waste time with massages and small talk. As soon as I walk through the door Chaucer is tearing off my clothes. Clothes fly in all directions; my panties land on top of a lampshade.
“I haven’t been able to think about anything else since you left,” he says, his words breathy and forced.
“Me neither.”
Damn these infuriating clothes. His t-shirt hugs his muscular chest, making it a pain in the ass to get off, but when I finally manage, I’m rewarded with the sight of his beautiful body once again. It’s so much better in person than in my fantasies. He smells delectable, a scent I remember all too well. A mixture of his soap and cologne and him. It’s so unique I would know it anywhere.
Our lips crash together, our hands and bodies getting acquainted with each other once again. Our tongues tangle and I enjoy the taste of him and the feel of his teeth and mouth. I can’t get enough of him. I want to crawl inside of him, become a part of him. Before I met him, I always felt as though something was missing. A piece of a puzzle that kept me from becoming whole. Since our night together, I feel complete for the first time ever. It’s a terrifying discovery because I know we can’t be together. Our time is limited and precious. I have to make the most of the time with him while it’s here.
Our bodies collide, skin on skin, breasts to chest, groin to groin. I push him onto the bed and he gets this adorable grin on his face that makes me laugh. When I climb on top of him and straddle his waist, his grin fades into something far more serious.
He’s already hard underneath me, and I take his cock and lower myself onto it, slowly. I feel my pussy stretching around him and I moan as I take it deeper. Watching it disappear inside me makes me wetter, and seeing the effect it has on him sends electricity shooting through my body. When he’s completely inside me, I’m still, adjusting to his size and never breaking eye contact. Is he holding his breath? This is the deepest I’ve felt him inside of me yet, and he’s warm and hard, perfect. He reaches up and touches my breasts, tracing a finger around my nipple, and then the other. He puts another finger in his mouth, and then traces my clit with his wet fingertip. The combination of him teasing my clit and nipples creates an irresistible circuit of desire. As much as I want to stay in this moment, eyes locked and amped up with anticipation, I need him to fuck me, and now.
I roll my hips and he hisses with pleasure. God, he’s deep. I lift my hips, feeling him sliding out of me, but just as I reach the head, I fall down on him again, impaling myself.