No, a voice screams.
“Yes,” I say.
I’m done letting nerves rule me, done letting them hold me down. I’m done thinking I’m not pretty enough or good enough or don’t do enough.
I want this moment. I want us.
And if we stop now….
The thought makes me cringe and want to scream, but I have to finish it.
If we stop now, we have to think about everything else. We have to think about Alex and the fallout and all that future pain.
But together, we can pretend nothing else exists, nobody else exists.
It’s just me and Ben, my man, the future father of my children.
The helm of his cock touches my entrance, my body tensing a little as though telling me there’s no way I can do this.