The Billionaire and the Virgin (The Billionaires 1)
He almost ran to my side.
“Henry, I-”
“No, me first. Please?”
I nodded.
“I’ve been a dick. A complete dick. I am so sorry. Once again I’m wasting precious life worrying about things that may never happen. I’m sorry, Amelia. Please come home. Let’s work through things.”
“I’m sorry too.” I told him. “I should have been more understanding about your anxieties. I just felt a bit overwhelmed, you know? I’ve never been pregnant before, it’s all new. I’m kinda a little scared about it all, anyway, and you just.” I pulled a face. “Well, you were making it worse, suffocating me.”
“I know. I realize that now. I can’t pretend I’m suddenly going to become all laid back and chilled, because that’s not me, but I will back off, or you can feel free to shout at me again.”
“Henry, what I said about Vee. I’m so sorry.”
“I already spoke to Ralph about this. I knew Vee wasn’t happy.” He continued to tell me the story of how the baby had kicked the morning Vee had died.
“There was no excuse for my behavior, regardless.” I told him.
“Can we please draw a line under the whole thing and please go home?” He asked me.
“Yes,” I nodded. “Could we stay to eat with my parents tonight first and then travel back?”
“Let’s ask and if it’s okay with them, we’ll travel home in the morning and I’m goi
ng to spend the night seducing you in your teenage bed under your parents roof.”
And he did.
We were under the covers and I was trying so very hard not to moan in ecstasy as Henry tongued my clit.
“You taste divine. I think pregnancy has made your juices sweeter.” He told me, staring up at me from between my thighs.
I stared at him through my lust-fueled haze. “Don’t stop.”
He kept on fluttering his tongue against my clit while he inserted two fingers inside me. I bucked against him.
“Oh, God,” I moaned softly.
He moved back up the bed before I could come and spooning in behind me he grabbed my hips and slid inside my heat, pulling me back against him and thrusting softly. The feeling was wonderful. We fit so well together.
His hand came around my front, carefully caressing my pregnancy sensitive nipples and breasts, and then fingers trailed down my front until he began strumming my clit alongside his thrusts from that oh so enormous cock I’d come to love. His movements came faster and my bed springs started to creak a little.
“Oh my God, how embarrassing.” I told him.
He went back to slower thrusts, so the noise stopped. It was an agonizing pace and when my orgasm hit, I felt like I’d been rocked by an earthquake. I took Henry over with me, feeling his hot spurts of cum deep inside me.
We rested together until our breathing regularized and then fell asleep in each other’s arms.
The next day before we left we decided to visit Vee’s grave. We stood in front and both bowed our heads deep in thought. Then Henry spoke.
“Veronica, I loved you with all my heart. If you’re looking down on us, you’ll see I hadn’t been living my life since you left me. I’d like to think it was you, and your strategic business mind, that sent Amelia to me, so I could start living again. I’ll never forget you, but now, I’m choosing to live.”
Tears ran from my eyes. I’ll I could manage to say was, “Vee, I loved you so much. I miss you and I hope you are looking down, happy for us both.”
Then Henry took my hand, we returned to the car, and he drove us home.
True to his word, Henry was much better from then on out. I agreed to regular health checks, more than I would usually receive, to keep him calmer, but as the pregnancy went along and especially after I got way past the date that Vee had, he slowly began to relax more.