Baby Makes Three

“No, Caleb, it’s not.”

“I’m selfish.”

“I’ve seen you be selfless,” she whispered back, her face inching closer to mine.

“I don’t know how to love.”

“I’ve seen you love.”

“I’ve hurt people, Daisy,” I insisted. My voice was a husky whisper, and our lips are close enough to touch. She tasted the ugliness of my words, but somehow her face didn’t darken in disgust.

“You didn’t hurt me,” she whispered.

“I could.”

“But you haven’t,” she said. She looped her arms tighter around my waist, melting into my chest as the percussion of her heartbeat hammered in sync with mine. Now I was the one struggling to resist as her warmth swelled against me, sending an electric current through my veins and electrifying every nerve in my body.

“You said this wasn’t meaningless.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m good for you”

She tilted her head up, brushing her warm lips against mine.

“It means that we’re in this together,” she said. “It means that I could hurt you, too.”

My heart was throbbing through my cock, dying to feel her, dying to sink into the curves of her body.

“Ask me what I want,” she whispered, her lips brushing mine again, filling my mouth with the warmth of her breath.

“Tell me, Daisy,” I breathed. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you.”

“Daisy...” I tried to resist, but the way her hands felt as they tighten around me makes it impossible.

“I want you to be in control,” she whispered. “I want to trust you. I want to surrender.”

I couldn’t resist her anymore. I fight off her grip, twisting her back around and pressed her chest against the glossy stone countertop. I pulled her hands behind her back, gripping her wrists together with one hand. I snake my free hand beneath her hips, plunging down the front of her pants.

My fingers slipped through the slick, sticky warmth that was dripping from her pussy and I pry her lips apart with my fingertips, finding her engorged clit. I pinched the hood and tug and she gasped, struggling to free her hands from my grip, but I kept them locked together and pinned down firmly in the small of her back.

“Is this what you want?” I hissed into the back of her neck. She squirms under my weight, but her body responded. She spread her legs further apart, letting my hand slip deeper between her silky lips. She pressed her ass against me, grinding against my throbbing cock.

I slid my hand deeper into her soaking wet panties, digging my fingers through her folds until I found her entrance. The tight skin stretched around my finger and she gasped again. Her hands struggle to break free and I tighten my grip around her wrists.

“Trust me,” I said, realizing that the words were a command and a concession all at once. I was demanding her obedience, and I was promising her that I could be trusted. Promising that I would not hurt her, that I was not going anywhere, that this was everything but meaningless. And as soon as the words came out of my mouth, as soon as Daisy’s body went still, I realized that I was relinquishing every

bit of control to Daisy. Just like she had relinquished control to me.

I released my grip on her wrists.

“Take off your pants,” I demanded.

She obeyed, and then I hurriedly stripped off my pants and kicked them aside on the kitchen floor.

Daisy leaned forward on the countertop, propping herself up on her elbows with her back to me, then she spread her legs apart. Without warning she lowered herself onto my bare thigh and I felt the wetness and warmth of her folds press onto my skin, like velvet dripping with hot honey. She rolled her hips, grinding her sex up my thigh until her ass catches the shaft of my cock between her cheeks.

There was no more time to waste. I needed to get inside of her.