Too Much Information (Awkward Love 3)

“I might do that anyway,” he quips.

I laugh and wipe the tears from my eyes.

“The thing is, how do you know anything?” he asks. “You need to let go of this obsession you have with controlling every situation. You have to step back and live, because you don’t have all the answers.”

“But what—”

“There are not buts.” He reaches behind me and cups my ass, his mouth lifting into a smirk. “Well, except for this one.”

“Hey!” I laugh, pushing his hand away. His expression turns serious again.

“How do you know that in five or ten years, new techniques won’t be available? The reality is, you don’t know anything about the future.”

“I guess you have a point,” I agree.

“You know today, and you can try to predict tomorrow, but beyond that? Anything can happen.”

My body shivers as his words sink in and hit something inside of me. He’s right. I hold on to control so hard that I forget about everything else, but in the end, I’m just kidding myself.

“This is why you’re so focused on fertility as your specialty?”

I nod. “Not just, but yes, it’s a big part of it. On some level, I guess I think that if anyone has the determination to find a way for me to have a child, it will be me.”

“There are other ways we can look into down the road, too,” he murmurs. “Adoption, surrogacy… there are options, if that’s what you want. We can make this work in whatever way you want it to.” He pulls me into his arms, lying me on top of him. I straddle him, my hands resting either side of his head as I lean down and kiss him. “Please don’t push me out again. Don’t keep anything from me, okay?”

I nod, smiling as I press my lips against his. He gently eases his hand around the back of my neck and presses his mouth onto mine, his mouth is soft and warm against my own. I roll off of him and pull with me, so I’m under him, gasping as his fingers move under my shirt and over my bra.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he mutters, kissing my neck as he rubs my breasts. I arch my back and with one hand, unclip my bra. He shrugs it off my breasts, then lifts my shirt up until his mouth finds my nipple.

“Oh, wow.” I moan as he flicks his tongue against it until it’s stiff.

I run my fingers through his thick hair, while he gently reacts with subtle noises to my fingernails penetrating his scalp. He sits up and rips off his shirt, tossing it away, then shuffles out of his pants. I reach out and wrap my fingers around his cock, stroking him, while he stares at me, his eyes hungry.

“Let’s get these off,” he says, helping me out of my shirt. Then I unbutton my jeans while he roughly tries to tug them down over my thighs. I giggle when he curses, and help, until I’m lying there, wearing nothing but my underwear.

“I want nothing more than to bury my tongue deep in your pussy.”

I shiver, his words driving me crazy. He loops his thumbs around the band of my panties and tugs them off, then he spreads my legs and lowers himself until his mouth covers my lips.

I gasp as his tongue curls around my clit with much more intensity than I’m expecting. He grabs me by the wrists and puts my hands firmly on his head as I sway my hips toward his face. I stare into his eyes as he slowly pushes me to the brink of orgasm.

“You taste so damn sweet,” he murmurs. He licks and sucks his way around my pussy, while I clutch hold of his hair, my legs tensing when he thrusts his tongue deep inside me.

“Oh God, I can’t…” My voice trails off as I come.

He swiftly moves back up over me so his face is against mine. His lips find my mouth and he thrusts his length inside me. I’m still throbbing from my orgasm, but the feel of his cock deep inside me is incredible. He wraps his arm around my waist and pushes me against him, pushing himself deeper into me. He grunts, kissing his way along my neck, then back to my lips, the smell of me on his breath making my heart race.

“Can you taste yourself?” he asks, reading my thoughts. “I could lick you out every day of the week, if it meant watching you taste yourself after. It makes me so fucking hard.”

I take his hand and guide it down my body, forcing his fingers between my legs. He groans as I slide one inside me, rubbing it against my clit and his cock. I kiss him, my mouth exploring his, as I slowly bring his hand back up to my mouth. I lock my eyes on his and suck hard on his finger.