Adam grabbed her hand off her stomach. She couldn’t stop the tears from falling down her cheek. She tried to prevent the trembling of her lips. She did not want to have a meltdown in front of him, but she could feel it coming. She tried to hide her face in her hands, but he wouldn’t let her. He pulled her into his arms and rocked her back and forth. “No matter what goes on between me and you, I want to be a part of this baby’s life too. He will have uncles and aunts and two parents who want what is best. I’m sorry for my rotten reaction, Faith. I wish I could take it back. I am not sorry you are keeping this baby.”
She blinked back tears. It was easier to hate Adam. She hated when he was so nice. “Thank you for that, Adam. Maybe we can get along for the baby’s sake. I don’t want to always be mad at you or have the baby feel our tension. I wish you cared for me, too, but at least you want to acknowledge our child. That’s better than nothing.”
He leaned in and cupped her face. He caressed her cheeks and she had to close her eyes. He leaned in and kissed her like he was a starving man. His tongue explored her mouth and she moaned. It felt like forever since she felt his touch. She soaked it in like a sponge soaked in water. She felt hungry for something other than food. She leaned closer until they were touching chest to chest. Her tender breasts were squished against him, but she ignored the uncomfortableness. She let her hands land on his shoulders. For one second, she felt like she mattered to him. She clung on to that thought. Even if it wasn’t real, it felt good. It soothed her battered heart.
She felt his regret and his grief for all the things that had gone wrong between them. His touch turned gentle and his hands cupped her breasts through her shirt. She moaned into his mouth and kept her eyes shut. She did not want to see his uncertainty. Not now when she was feeling so good inside. The hollow feeling she had carried around was fading into the background. Sex would solve nothing, but she wanted the contact. It had been so long since she felt his body this close. The urgency she felt at his hands exploring her body overwhelmed her. Aching need blotted out all reasoning. She rubbed against him. Loving how he felt against her.
The weeks felt like years. She was desperate to feel his hands on her body one last time. Next time she would do a better job of resisting his charm, but tonight she wanted to repel the loneliness.
He slipped her shirt and bra off. Her stomach was still flat. He zeroed in on her breasts. They were swollen and probably looked bigger. Suddenly she felt unsure, but her body ached to fulfill the aching need she was feeling between her legs.
“Are they sensitive?”
She nodded as he reached out to gently cup them in his hands. He ran his fingertips up and down her breasts as if he had never seen them before. She felt the tingles down to her toes.
He placed soft kisses on them, slowly and gently as if she was fragile.
Her mind said to push him away and say no, but she was too weak to protest. It felt so good to be touched. He caressed her breasts and played with the nipples. She moaned softly and felt his tongue swipe across the tip. He suckled on the tip and she couldn’t prevent the moans coming from her.
He unzipped her jeans and pulled them off and not one sound of protest left her lips. She could feel the heat of the flames from the fireplace, or maybe it was just Adam. He opened her legs wide and then she felt his tongue swipe across her folds. She arched up. Her thighs quivered with the sensations traveling through her body. She knew she was getting wetter with each swipe of his tongue, but she couldn’t prevent the liquid dripping out of her. He continued his torture with his tongue, exploring her womanhood and driving her crazy. She gripped his hair, unaware of when he had lost his hair tie.
“You taste so sweet, Faith,” he said in a throaty voice that made her tummy tingle. “Like honey.”
She felt the waves of ecstasy star
t to travel through her body with such force. She felt helpless and out of control, lost in what she was feeling until she exploded in a burst of a bright flash. She yelled out his name and climaxed with his mouth still on her.
She heard the rustling of clothes and opened her eyes. He was stripping and she couldn’t help but watch him. His muscular build was such a turn-on. His stomach was hard and trim. Even his hairy legs were sexy. Boy, did she have it bad. How sad was that? She was in love with a man who was still in love with a ghost but didn’t mind having sex with her.
His cock was hard and straight and she reached out with her hand and gripped it. There was a drop of pre-cum on the mushroom tip. She swiped it with her finger. Adam groaned. She cupped his balls in her hand and squeezed. She explored his hardness eagerly.
“I want to be inside of you when I do come.” He pulled away from her. Small beads of sweat were already forming on his forehead. He looked like he was in pain.
He hovered over her prone form but was careful to keep his weight off of her. His knees hit the cushions of the couch.
He cock penetrated her wetness and she moaned. It felt so good to feel him skin to skin. He didn’t bother with a condom. And why should he? It was a little late to prevent a pregnancy.
“God, it feels good.” He swore under his breath, moving with a slow and gentle tempo designed to build up the tension, the ache.
“Skin to skin with nothing between us. Amazing. You are so hot and wet. It’s killing me to go slow with you. I want it to last for a long time.”
She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him in closer. Her vaginal walls clamped down on him and he shut his eyes. “Damn, sweetheart.”
She caressed his chest with her hands and up to his shoulders. She squeezed his shoulders tightly. She had to be honest. “I missed this feeling, Adam. I love having you inside me.”
“Me too.” He sounded reluctant to admit such an emotion. He rotated his hips and thrust in and out of her. She hung on for the ride. She wanted to remember how good it felt. She had a feeling this would be the last time and she wanted to sob with grief but she held it in. She couldn’t look into his hazel eyes. She didn’t have the courage, so she closed her eyes. She buried her face in his neck. She inhaled his musky smell.
He was groaning with pleasure and whispering her name over and over. In and out and faster. He muttered under his breath but she just concentrated on the wonderful heat filling up her body like lava oozing out of a volcano. Slowly burning up her doubts, her resolve, and taking over.
Her climax took her by surprise and she exploded with such a powerful force she felt dizzy and lightheaded. She felt like she had just survived a powerful storm.
He kept thrusting harder until he came inside of her. The feel of his seed in her most intimate spot was overwhelming. She burst into tears because she felt like she lost her true love. The man who should have been happy she was carrying his child, the man who should be excited about watching his baby grow within her, wasn’t happy. She was going to be left empty inside and alone.
He looked down at her with concern, still connected to her. “What is it, Faith? Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head no.
“Hormones,” she muttered, looking away from him.