Love You Always
She does. My girl takes what she wants, making herself come all over me. I come with her, my cock unable to control itself. This is as close as I let him get to her pussy. I’m not sinking back inside of Amelia until I know she’s in love with me.
Not until I get all of those walls of hers to come down. I know the two of us could get lost in sex for weeks but I’m showing her this is about more than sex. We both know we connect easily when it comes to that. Our bodies know what they want and need. It’s Amelia’s head and heart that are still having a battle of wills.
I walk her over to the kitchen counter, setting her down on it. I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. She lets out a happy little sigh.
“You still not going to give in?” She pulls on the top of my slacks that are going to need to be changed.
“We’ll get there.” I brush my mouth against hers before stepping away and changing the subject. “I got food.” I pull it out of the oven and start to plate it.
“It’s like I live in a hotel,” she jokes as I deliver her the plate of food. She picks up a piece of bacon, taking a bite. “I’m never going to go back to my place.” She lets out a little moan that has my cock hardening once again. It doesn’t help that I know her thighs are coated in the orgasm she just had and she’s got nothing on under my shirt she’s wearing.
“That’s the point.” I take a sip of my coffee. She smiles at me, but it doesn’t fully meet her eyes, once again making me think she’s hiding something. I can feel it. I can also sense that it’s not something that she wants to continue to keep from me. Her face is laced with guilt. Surely she can see that she could get away with murder when it comes to me. So I'm not sure why she’s hiding whatever it is.
Her phone buzzes across the counter. She looks over her shoulder. “Oh, it’s Mia.” She snags it off the counter, answering it.
“Hey. Everything good?” she asks, then waits a second. “Yeah. Okay. I’m eating. Can I call you back in a little?” Whatever Mia says has Amelia laughing before hanging up. She sits her phone back down.
“Mia is pregnant. Did I tell you that?”
“No.” My whole body tenses. Jealousy rolls through me. How many times have I hoped that I’d gotten Amelia pregnant that first night? I want it so bad but I know it’s too soon. We’ll get there. One day.
“Do you want kids?” she asks. She looks down at her plate, moving her food around it. I can’t see her face, which makes it harder to read. I don’t want to spook her so I give her a nonchalant answer.
“One day maybe.” It’s the only thing that I can think to say that isn’t a lie and won’t have her throwing those walls back up. What I really want to say is fuck yes. To push her down onto the kitchen counter and fuck her until I plant our child deep inside her. Then she will see how fucking serious I am about her and me.
Thoughts of making her round with my baby almost have me losing the control that I’ve been holding on to for this past week. The need to sink balls deep into her wet cunt and fill her with my child is almost unbearable.
She takes a bite of her eggs, not looking up at me. I watch her, not sure if I’ve said the right thing or not.
“If I’m going to stay here longer maybe I should get some more stuff from my place,” she says to break the silence. She wiggles around a little bit. It’s something she does when she’s unsure of something.
“Anything you want, dollface,” I agree. I would give her anything she wants. She will always come first in my life. One day she’ll realize this.
11
Amelia
Ethan’s words weigh heavily on my mind and heart as I rinse off in the warm shower. I had finished breakfast and excused myself, saying that I needed to get ready to meet up with Mia. I hadn’t even asked Mia but I knew she’d come through. The shower is the only place that I could allow myself to cry without Ethan hearing me.
Tears stream down my face at the realization that he doesn’t want children right away. The look that crossed his face when I mentioned pregnancy told me all I need to know. He’d given me the generic maybe one day response but even though the words slipped from his lips, they didn’t meet his eyes.