Gibson
My insides felt like they'd been stirred with a white-hot poker. Emotions I had repressed for nearly two years surfaced as I told Sacha about the crash. I hadn't meant to go into such detail, but once I'd started, the words tumbled out like a landslide. Maybe it was a good thing, because she seemed much more sympathetic now. She was holding me close, whispering words of comfort. It helped tremendously. Somewhere deep inside, a glimmer of hope flickered. Perhaps healing was possible.
I meant what I said-that I would never again put business first. It was why I'd rejected a high paying, world-traveling, corporate position. If I ever returned to the family business again, it would be on my own terms.
There was still so much to tell her, but now she was brushing my neck with her warm, soft lips. When she took my face in her hands and looked into my eyes, I saw not pity but concern. And maybe something close to love?
I pulled her onto my lap and crushed her mouth with mine. Every cell in my body needed her, needed to be as close as humanly possible. We had already created a miracle, a life. To me, the fact she was carrying my child made her all the more beautiful, and the only way I could convey what I felt was by giving myself to her. Words were not enough.
Her plush white terry robe fell away to reveal a pale-yellow nightgown. Her breasts had grown in recent weeks, and the taut points showed through the silky material. My fingers did a slow exploration of one nipple while my other hand cupped her bottom. Sacha squirmed and whimpered, the sound making a small vibration against my lips.
She broke the kiss, just long enough to breathe, "Take me to bed."
"Yes, ma'am."
I stood, lifting her up with me. I was several inches taller than she was, and even at roughly four months pregnant, she didn't weigh much. I picked her up and carried her, and her head fell against my shoulder with a sigh.
When we reached the bed, I set her down on the mattress. She knelt, removing her nightgown. She hadn't worn panties, a fact that made my excitement all the more evident. My own clothes took seconds to hit the floor, and she fell back on the bed as I covered her body with mine.
"This is crazy," she murmured in between kisses.
"Don't think, just feel. This is right. This is us."
I rolled onto my back, pulling her into a sitting position on top of me. I didn't want to crush her. The position would let her set the pace. Besides, the view was awesome.
She eased down onto my shaft, the slick heat making me gasp. In the dim light from the living room, I could see the flare of her hips, her full breasts. As I ran a hand over her, from her neck down to her thigh, she shuddered. Her eyes were closed, but when she opened them and saw me admiring her, she frowned.
"Don't look at me. My belly is getting big."
Placing both hands on her belly, I caressed it. "It's beautiful, because it's you."
She responded by leaning over to kiss me, and then began to move her hips in a rhythm. I grabbed hold of her hands so that she sat straight up, supported by me. This gave her the leverage to move however she wanted. I was just along for the ride, and oh, what a ride it was.
It took some effort to control my reaction. I didn't want this to be over anytime soon, so I closed my eyes to concentrate. Sacha was now rocking back and forth, moaning as the friction increased her excitement. She slowed down then sped up, experimenting. I countered her every movement, pushing my hips up as she came down. The result was an escalation of mind-bending pleasure.
I was close to losing control when she quickened the pace of her movements, rubbing her mound against me while her insides clenched. I felt the rush thunder through me as she cried out her own release. It seemed to last forever, though it was only seconds. Soon her frantic pace slowed, and she fell limp on top of me. My arms came around her to hold her close.
Sacha slid off to lay beside me, with her head on my chest. "Oh my God. That was the best orgasm I've ever had."
I kissed her forehead. "My pleasure. You can ride me anytime."
Her soft sound of agreement was music to my ears.
Soon her shallow breathing told me she was asleep. I lay staring at the ceiling, enjoying the pleasant drowsiness. A turning point had occurred, not only with Sacha but in my life. I could sense it.
Starting tomorrow, our new life would begin.