Baby Makes Three

“You’re fucking beautiful, Chelsea,” I murmured into her belly button. I felt her hands drop down and wrap themselves in my hair, and I knew exactly where I was headed. I slowly pulled her pajama shorts down and groaned when I realized she wasn’t wearing underwear. This woman was gonna be the death of me, and I was gonna enjoy every second of silence the darkness of death had to offer as long as I got to sink my body into hers one last time.

Just once.

I spread her legs and watched her glistening pussy bare itself for me, and when I bent in to lick a thick stripe up her slit, she rolled her hips into my face. I ran my hands up her body before I found her hands, and when I interlaced our fingers together, it just felt right. Like the other part of my puzzle had been found and the picture was now complete and easy to identify.

My tongue had memorized every crevice and droplet of her cavern, and when I began to dance my tongue along her swollen clit, I felt her body begin to pick up its thrusting pace. I buried my hands into her hips and held her to the bed, desperate to keep her as still as I could while her pleasure washed over her. Her thighs locked along my cheeks and her hands pulled me in deeper to her, and when I flicked her clit one last time I felt my dick beginning to leak through my pants while her entire body convulsed underneath my tongue’s ministrations.

Her juices poured into my mouth, and I gulped her down, desperate for one last taste from her fountain of youth before she’d force reality to set in again.

“Fuck, Flynn. Yes. Just… good God.”

Her legs collapsed beside my face, and my eyes fluttered up to hers, and I could see how hard her chest was panting even while her body laid there, bare and covered in sweat just for me. I rose up and shoved my pajama pants down, freeing my rock-hard cock that was begging to be inside of her, and when she opened her eyes, she simply sighed at me and smiled.

“I need you,” she whispered lightly, and it was all I needed. I dropped down onto her body and planted my hands on her head, and when I lined myself up with her swollen pussy, I pushed in with no problem. Her eyes fluttered shut, and a groan fell from my lips, and when my balls were pressed against her ass, I slowly began to rock my hips into hers.

Her pussy was so tight and so warm, and I made sure to keep a languid pace because I didn’t want to hurt her.

I just wanted to love her.

“Jesus, Chelsea,” I whispered. Her hands flew to my back and pulled me in closer to her, and I dipped my face into the crook of her neck while she panted in my ear. She lazily raised her hips to meet mine, and soon I could hear the telltale panting in her breath while she slowly climbed to the top. My dick was twitching inside of her, and my balls were pulling into my body, and all of a sudden, her pussy walls were fluttering around me and sucking me deeper into her body.

“Oh, Flynn. God, don’t stop. Right-... right there.”

Her words of encouragement spurred me on, and I slowly picked up my pace. My body rocked against hers, and our skin slapped together, and pretty soon I reared back onto my heels and pulled her closer for better leverage. Her body was shaking, and her tits were bouncing, and I could feel her fingernails digging into the meat of my thighs while her mouth peeled open in ecstasy.

“Yes! Flynn!”

She cried out while her pussy milked me dry, and I clenched my jaw and slammed myself deep into her before I filled her to the brim and spilled out onto the bed. My cum was dripping down the inside of her thighs, and I could smell our scents intermingled with one another, and when I dropped down beside her, she cuddled close to me and slid her leg within mine. I ran my fingers through her hair, and she gazed deeply into my eyes, and for the first time since college, I could fully admit to myself what was happening.

I could fully admit I was in love with Chelsea.

And all I could do was pray to God that she was there when I woke up in the morning.

Chapter 14: Chelsea

I woke up next to Flynn that morning, and everything felt right with the world. There he was, sleeping soundly while his muscular, chiseled chest rose and fell with his breaths, and I couldn’t help but dance my fingertips along the crest of his pecs. He’d always been handsome, but rodeos and farms and time had been kind to his body. He’d tacked on more muscle than I ever thought a man of his body stature would have, and I reveled in the bite marks that cascaded over his shoulders and chest.

He had been taking such excellent care of me over these past three weeks. He was making me food and drawing me baths every night. My parents were coming by as often as they could, and he let them in with no issues and no fuss. Every time I turned around I had clean clothes that were folded in my drawers and, somehow, my toiletries were slowly replenishing themselves. His cabbage soup was the best I had to make sure to keep my mouth shut about it whene

ver my mother was around. Honest to god, nothing was as good as mom’s cooking when I was in Paris.

But Flynn knew his way around a kitchen, and I could feel the little paunch in my gut that was slowly not receding whenever I’d go to the bathroom.

“You gotta stop feeding me all this food,” I snickered.

“Nothing wrong with a little meat on someone’s bones,” he smirked.

“Yeah, well, the fashion world isn’t kind to women who don’t keep themselves physically together.”

“Then maybe they just need to redefine their physical standards,” he shrugged.

Today was my third doctor’s appointment, and each one had told me I was healing well. The gauze finally came off in the second week, but I still wasn’t allowed to travel or do anything strenuous. Flynn had cradled my head when we made love, and his tongue had sent me to places I’d never found when I ran away to Paris. His moans and groans that fell from his lips whenever he was between my legs were nothing short of catastrophically beautiful. Since that first night, we had made love several times over the course of the week and every time we woke up next to one another I felt safe.

I felt safe, I felt cherished, and I felt like I was back in college.

Guilt started to bubble in my stomach while we rode in his truck to the doctor’s office. Today would be the day that they would tell me whether I could travel or not, and I knew Flynn knew that. I was due back in Paris at the end of next week, and I knew there were still many unanswered questions between Flynn and me. My heart fluttered whenever his lips touched my skin and every time we woke up next to one another I couldn’t help the smile that peeled across my face. And now I was going to have to leave him again halfway around the world while I went off and pursued my dreams.

He deserved better than that, but the least he deserved was answers.