Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

She brought me further into the room, and there was a bottle of wine, chilled on ice, and she gave a lopsided smile that had always endeared me.

“I don’t really know how to go about this, so I figured... Wine’s always the best way,” Clarissa said. “Would loosen us up a little.”

I plucked the bottle of wine out of the ice and looked it over, seemed an expensive label, not that I was an expert. Though when you deal with fancy clients, you learn to fake it. I plucked up the glasses and helped myself to pouring us up some, handing her one and taking my own.

“To old friends,” I said in a toast, holding out my glass to her.

She raised her glass to mine, a little too eager to drink it back, but she looked more relaxed even before the alcohol could pollute her system. Just the act alone seemed to calm some of her frayed nerves.

“God, crazy how things have changed,” she said, looking me over with, what I thought to be, appreciation. Couldn’t help but feel my ego puff up a little bit at that.

I topped her glass off for her again as we took a seat upon the edge of the bed.

“It’s a lot of time between now and then,” I said, reaching over and patting my hand atop her knee, rubbing over her thigh just a little. “We were just kids then, only starting to come into our own. There’s been college, career and movies that have changed us both since then,” I said with a smile. “Which you’ve been great in, I might add,” I said to her with a warm smile, enjoying her scent so close as I was.

She let out a soft laugh.

“I didn’t figure you’d have seen any of them. Wasn’t... I mean, I didn’t want to hope they might be your thing. They’ve all meant a lot to me,” she said with such sincerity as her face lifted to mine, her large eyes sparkling.

“You look really good,” she finally managed. “I’m not just saying that.”

“Thank you,” I responded with a smile, tracing my hand down over my shirt, which only served to highlight the hard pecs and abs just beneath. “And I saw every one of your movies,” I confessed with a shrug, drinking some of my own wine. “Even the ones that weren’t very manly of me to go see,” I jested with a half-cocked smirk. “You made them all worth it. As fine an actress as there is, more beautiful than your high school days by far.”

The giggle she had was still the same, the modest way she lowered her eyes. I guess beyond the bright lights of Hollywood, she was still a person, just like before. Still a little uncertain, a little shy, she just learned to fake it for the cameras and the media.

But now she was alone wi

th me, asking a favour, and she went back to the girl I’d dated in high school.

Her hand rest atop mine on her knee, looking at me with such affection.

“I hope this won’t be weird,” she said gently.

“Maybe a little,” I said with a wink then downed the rest of my own glass before laying it aside on the night stand. “But hey, it was weird just dating all those years ago. Because we were new to the whole thing. New to our changing selves. That’s life, weird new circumstances that you just get used to,” I said, so confident and assured. Ten years of law had taught me how to be confident and in control, even when standing among a sea of hostile faces.

Compared to the prosecution and jury, my old crush, come back to beg my help, hardly seemed like a challenge. So I squeezed her knee and rubbed her thigh a little as I leaned into her.

“You were really great in that last movie,” I said, the sex scene foremost in my mind at that point, though I tried to will it away.

Her skin warmed against my hand, her slender legs parting just slightly as she took another sip of her wine. It certainly wasn’t enough liquor to alter her actions, but it was enough to relieve some of that tightness between her shoulders, making her look at me with just slightly lidded eyes.

“You watch it in theatres?”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding my head slowly as my arm wound around her, rubbed at her shoulder. My grasp was strong, and she was dainty, that Hollywood movie star frame of hers so delicate in my grasp as I worked the tension from her. “Though you make it all feel so personal… so intensely romantic, it feels almost feels scandalous watching you in public like that,” I teased with a smile, leaning in and touching my lips to her cheek with a soft kiss.

She giggled again, though it was laced with nerves, anxiousness, affection. She nibbled on her lower lip, glancing up at me from the corner of her eyes. She’d always been a good girl in high school, dating around but never going all the way. I’d only ever got to second base with her before, and I couldn’t deny the thought of finally fucking her, raw, was exciting.

My hand travelled up her thigh, and I couldn’t help myself, I just leaned in and placed my lips to her neck. I kissed her, suckled at her neck just a little as I squeezed her body to mine. I didn’t want to spend all night warming into it, easing into the mood. I wanted her bad, and I wanted that spark to flare up.

I rubbed my hand over her back as I felt her out, her slender body pressed up against my hard muscles. I wanted to feel in her some of the desire she had for me.

She gasped at my kiss, but instead of recoiling, she moved closer.

Sure, kissing her wasn’t part of the deal, not that we’d really hashed out a list of things I could and couldn’t do. The only stipulation was that I’d fuck her, raw, and hopefully knock her up.

And that I’d, at the very least, spend the night to see her off in the morning as well. Didn’t want to miss an opportunity.

So maybe she’d been a bit shocked at my kiss, the way my tongue grazed across the surface of her flesh, tasting her. It certainly sent a shiver down her body, her nipples stiffening beneath her dress.