Perfect

“Kiss me, Rory. I’m so close.”

He didn’t deny her. He slanted his mouth on hers, kissed her for several seconds, but then broke away. Rory grabbed her hand, brought the finger that had been rubbing her clit to his mouth, and licked the digit, sucking the wetness off.

Rory was pounding into her frantically now like a man possessed. He rocked back and forth, slammed his cock into her pussy, and she felt her orgasm climb.

The hard, very male grunts that came from him had her pleasure exploding within her. There was a tightness that started at the base of her spine, moved throughout her entire body, and claimed every inch of her.

“Your pussy is so hot and tight, so fucking wet.”

The sound of their sex slapping together, of her pussy sucking at his cock was obscene and erotic. Lights danced in front of her vision, her body tingled, and she curled her hands into his biceps. She held on tight as he thrust hard and fiercely into her, making her body move up an inch on the truck. A gasp left her when he slammed into her especially hard.

Neck arched, throat bared, and moaning out as she climaxed, Lena couldn’t grasp reality, didn’t even want to. Rory grabbed one of her breasts, curled his big palm around it, and made these guttural noises. He moved his hand to her other breast, curved his fingers around it, and even though she still had a top on, she swore it felt like he had his bare hand on her flesh.

Her orgasm crashed through her, stealing her breath, her very sanity.

“Oh yeah, baby. Christ, I’m coming.”

“I’m already there,” she managed to moan out the words.

He grunted and groaned, and picked up his speed. He pumped into her once, twice, and on the third time slammed his dick so hard inside her that she slid up on the truck bed again. She felt him coming, felt the hard, hot jets of his cum filling her. His big body was so tense above her, and his muscles constricted and relaxed repeatedly. All Lena could do was ride out the pleasure, the high, and pray she landed on solid ground.

Once both of them were sated and out of breath, he sagged on top of her, and for several seconds, they lay there, neither speaking but both trying to gasp for air.

When he finally pulled out of her body and lay beside her, she curled into his chest, held onto him, and finally let the tears come.

“I don’t want you to leave me, Rory.” He held her tighter, and she inhaled his scent, memorized it, and knew that this was going to be hell.

“Neither do I, baby, but I swear I’ll come back to you. I’ll always come back for you.”

“I know you will.” Even though she believed him, trusted him above all else, that didn’t assuage her insecurities, fears, and worries. All she could do was love him, wait for him, and hope that this really was for the best.

10

Two months later

“I miss you so much it hurts, baby.”

Lena lay on her bed, the sound of the clock ticking beside her the only noise filling the otherwise tense, stressful situation she felt like she was in.

“Ten more months to go,” Rory said, but she hated that he counted down.

“I know how many months, Rory.” Closing her eyes and breathing out, she rubbed a hand over her forehead. She was so tired, feeling like she’d been running a marathon the last month. Sitting up and balancing the cell between her shoulder and ear, she started unbuttoning her top.

“Baby, don’t be like that.” He sounded so exhausted, and she could only imagine the strain he was in working all day. Although she’d love to talk to him every day, the truth was she was lucky to get a couple of phone calls from him every week. He texted her more often than he called, but she couldn’t be upset. He was working his ass off, and she was trying to get ready for school next month.

“You’re right. I’m just tired.” Tossing her shirt into the hamper by her bed, she started undoing her bra. Her breasts felt heavy, and even the air hitting them had her wincing for a second because they were so sensitive. Cupping one of the mounds, she felt discomfort fill her. They seemed bigger, too. Her period was never regular, and although she’d gone months without having it, she’d never worried, not until she’d started having sex.

But she wouldn’t tell Rory about any of this, wouldn’t worry him while he was away and trying to focus on his job. It was probably just the stress from the situation and because of Rory leaving.

Lena looked over at the bedside table, stared at the small white plastic back atop it, and could see the small, rectangular box within it. Yeah, she was worried about the stress of school and Rory leaving, and that was probably why she hadn’t gotten her period, but she also had gone out and bought a pregnancy test because … she just wasn’t sure.