Rush hovered over me. “Tell me what you did to get off when I wasn’t around…”
My voice trembled. “I used my vibrator.”
“What did you think about when you used it?”
“I thought about you.”
“Tell me exactly what you thought about…”
I’d forgotten how much he liked when I talked dirty. “I imagined you were fucking me hard while I played with my clit.”
His eyes were glassy. “Where is your toy? Show me.”
Ironically, that reminded me that I’d forgotten to pack away my vibrator, since I’d been using it up until last night. It was still in the nightstand. Some new tenant would have gotten an interesting surprise.
When I took out the hot pink, silicone rod, he took one look at it and said, “You must have missed me. That thing is pathetic.” He smirked. “Lie back and spread your legs…show me what you did with it.”
Rush watched me intently as I turned it on and began to massage myself. He took his cock out and started to stroke it while he stared down at me, mesmerized. I loved watching his hand moving back and forth over his thickness. He was so hard, and I could see the veins protruding through his shaft. The watching lasted all of a minute before he lowered himself down onto me. How I’d missed feeling the weight of his body over me. He threw the vibrator to the side before sinking into me, letting out an unintelligible sound. I screamed out in pleasure from the intensity of him filling me.
Finally.
Rush was groaning over and over, complete involuntary sounds of ecstasy as he thrust into me. He’d never been so vocal during sex as he was right now, and I was loving it. Loving it. All of my worries were temporarily fading away.
Wrapping my hands around the back of his head, I pushed his mouth into mine as he thrust harder, letting out all of the frustration from the weeks we spent apart.
I panted, “I wasn’t sure if I would ever get to feel this again.”
“I’m going to fuck you all night, Gia…not gonna stop until morning or until you tell me to, whichever comes first.”
I clenched my muscles around him. “Harder. I can take it,” I begged. “Please.”
He kissed down my neck and buried his head between my breasts. “I missed these tits. You have no idea.”
Wrapping my legs around his back, I moved my hips to match the rhythm of his hard thrusts. Before I knew it, I was coming so hard that I didn’t know if I was having multiple orgasms in a row. It felt like several all running into each other.
Rush’s body shook as he came inside of me. He pumped in and out slowly long after he’d finished. His eyes were still closed, as he seemed to be cherishing every last second of it.
He finally opened his eyes and kissed me softly on the forehead. “I don’t care what doubts you’re having…don’t ever doubt that I love you, Gia.”After three rounds of sex, we were lying together in bed. Rush was rubbing gently over my stomach, and the baby started kicking. He placed his head on my belly and spoke to it. “I’m sorry for all that commotion. You can have your mommy back to yourself for a little while. But I might need her again soon.”
Smiling like a fool, I could definitely get used to his conversations with the baby.
Rush cradled me in his arms. “I already told your dad that you’re moving in with me.”
I looked up at him in surprise. While it didn’t shock me that he wanted me to move in with him, I wasn’t sure if that was the greatest idea. Despite my doubts, I just couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to live apart from him, and moving into his place made the most sense.
Still, I couldn’t help expressing my concerns. “I would love nothing more than to live in that beautiful house and to make a home for us there…although maybe it would be a good idea if I kept my apartment for a while, too…just in case.”
Rush looked almost irate. “Fuck, Gia. I thought I told you to trust me. What do you mean…keep your apartment?”
“I do trust you…I just…feel like we’ve gone from zero to a hundred overnight. Might be smart for me to keep it for a while. It wouldn’t be forever…just until after the baby is born.”
He glared at me, the pain in his eyes palpable. “You think I’m gonna bail on you when the baby is born?”
There was simply no way to avoid admitting my concern to him. It was one thing to be okay with all of this when the baby was in my stomach. But once he or she was here and he looked into its eyes, how would he really feel? He believed he could love this baby…but how would he really know? What if it looked just like Elliott, and that caused Rush to snap? That was a worst-case scenario, of course, but I couldn’t help wondering if that was even a remote possibility.