Chapter Fourteen
Toby
“But I want you so much! Come on, we can be careful.” I stuck out my lower lip, trying to pout. But nothing was cute anymore, so I probably failed, considering I looked like a whale. Still, Dalton’s behavior bordered on cruelty, if it didn’t already cross the line. Maybe it did.
“Babe, I love you, and I want to more than you can imagine, but I won’t risk you getting hurt. And I think you’re old enough to know that. After all, you’re going to be a parent in a few weeks.”
I stared at him, my mouth open. Did he really just pull the “parent and age card”? He who got me pregnant in the first place?
“Listen, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t–”
“But you did.” I turned around on my heel, my lust completely forgotten. Without looking back, I stormed out of the kitchen. Once in our bedroom, I slammed the door behind me. Carefully, I laid down on the bed. As much as I wanted to throw myself on it, pissed off as I was, I knew better than to follow that instinct.
Like I anticipated, he followed me after just a few seconds. But now I didn’t want to talk to him. I knew I was going to be a parent. I was carrying our baby, for heaven’s sake. I was the one who dealt with swollen legs, cramps, and backaches day and night, as well as with the little one kicking my stomach whenever he wanted. Usually when I was fast asleep. “Go away.”
“Babe, I’m truly sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. You know I want to be with you like that. But I don’t want to risk you or our baby. I won’t risk either of you.”
“I know that. Do you think I’d risk anything?” I raised my head to look at him. “I’m old enough to be your mate. I’m not a fucking teenager. And in case you’ve forgotten, I’m the one carrying him!” I shouted.
Carefully and slowly, I sat up on the bed, glaring at Dalton. “I just fucking want to have some time with you. I want to cuddle, wake up in your arms, and make love to you. Since getting together, we’ve barely had sex because you’re afraid of hurting me. Do you want to know what I’m really doing in the bathroom each morning? Jacking off to the thought of feeling you deep inside me. You and me, making love. Deep and slow. But I can’t even remember how it actually feels because it’s been so damn long.” Okay, that last one was a lie. I did remember. As if I could forget the feeling of Dalton deeply within me, claiming me, showing his love for me. Goosebumps rose on my arms, and my ass clenched, anticipating him. But as he said, it wouldn’t happen. Not until after I gave birth.
Suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes, and I wiped them away, angry at myself. I didn’t want to cry. I couldn’t cry. Not now. But it hurt. Everything hurt. And Dalton’s absence hurt more than everything else combined. “Sometimes, I wonder if you still want me, belly and all that.”
“Shh. Hey, come on.” He was instantly next to me, pulling me into his arms. His warmth surrounded me, and his scent calmed me.
“I’m sorry. I don’t… I don’t want to cry. I just…”
“I know. But I’m sorry. I’ve kept myself too far away from you, haven’t I? I’ve been so afraid of hurting you that I might have done just that. I didn’t– I never intended to stay away. I’ve just… Your stomach, you, it’s all so damn sexy. I want you every damn second of every day. You’ve got a glow. You’re radiating a certain glow I’ve never seen. Every time I look at you, I want to drag you to bed and make love to you. Show you how much I still want you.”
“But...why don’t you ever do it? We can be careful. We don’t have to break any headboards. Just slow lovemaking. That’d be perfect.”
“Because I would never forgive myself if I hurt you or the baby. I love you. You’re my other half, my reason to live. How could I forgive myself if I’m thrusting too hard and hurt you?”
“I don’t even know… I have no idea what to say. Except that I might have used a dildo every now and then to get off, and it never harmed anything.”
“You did what?” Dalton grabbed my shoulders, holding me and staring into my eyes.
“I fucked myself. With a dildo. Because, in case you’ve forgotten, I’m the bottom here. I fucking need someone to fuck me. And you won’t do it.”
He didn’t say anything. He just stared at me with huge eyes. Yes, it might not have been the wisest move to make or admit to, but shit, my hormones did NOT quench my hunger. They only increased it. And as soon as Dalton was gone, doing whatever he did during the day, I’d given myself what I needed. It didn’t provide the warmth of his body, the taste of his lips, or the feeling of his hands running over my body, caressing me and driving me out of my mind, but it was better than nothing.
Apparently, it was the only thing I was going to get until I gave birth. And then… then we’d see.
“I’m so sorry, babe. I never… I thought I needed to stay away from you. Because otherwise… I can’t keep my hands off you. Why do you think I’m always working? Why I don’t cuddle much? I’m afraid of simply taking you. I want you so badly. Every time I see you, every time I see your stomach–” Dalton ran his hand over it, like he wanted to emphasize his point– “all I can think about is showing you how much I want you.”
I stared into his eyes, trying to see the lie in there, but I didn’t find it. All I could detect was truth.
“I’m so sorry you’ve felt frustrated, but don’t you think what you’ve been doing is dangerous?”
I took a deep breath and searched his eyes. “I need you, Dalton. I need you to love me. To make love to me. And you won’t do it. So, I have to imagine you making love to me.” I swallowed the tears rising in my throat.
Slowly, he pulled me backward to lie on the bedding. “I won’t keep myself off you anymore, but under one condition. If you feel even the slightest discomfort, you have to tell me.”
I snuggled on his shoulder, breathing in his scent. It was calming me, giving me something to focus on and silencing the swirling thoughts in my mind. “Sure.” Like he’s going to do anything.
Dalton’s hand covered mine on my stomach. “I need you too,” he whispered. Then his lips were on mine. He kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth, mimicking a motion I wanted to do with him, and then he was caressing me, playing with me.
A second later, his hand was below my T-shirt, running over my bare torso and swollen stomach, and I couldn’t stop the groan rising in my throat. I pushed against his hand, showing him I loved it and trying to get more of his touch at the same time.
He broke the kiss and murmured against my lips, “Are you okay with that? Will you promise?”
Promise what?
Oh, right. Telling him... I tried to remember. He said something… Now, if I knew what he… right. Pain. Being uncomfortable.
I nodded. “Yeah. I’ll tell you.”
Dalton kissed me again. Harder this time, more demanding. I pressed against him, his body heat seeping through my clothes, his scent surrounding me like a blanket, and his hands on my skin. My fingers slipped below his shirt, touching his chest, looking for a nipple. My cock strained against my jeans, aching to get released, to be free of the confinements. But that had to wait. For now, I was very content with just being in his arms again.
Every movement of Dalton’s hand over my spine had me pressing closer to him, and by the time he released my lips, I was panting. His skin was familiar below my fingertips, and I shivered as I ran them over one of his nipples. I shivered again as he found one of mine, tender and even more sensitive than before my pregnancy. If he’d sucked on them, I might have actually come without him getting inside me. I stopped that thought. We could try that when having sex would really be too dangerous. For now, I needed him.
I scooted lower, unzipping and then taking his pants with me. His hard cock sprang free, and my mouth watered. I moved even lower. “Get up here.”
“No way.”
What the fuck? “You won’t do that? If anything…” He slowly turned me on my back then pulled down my trousers. Like just a few seconds before, my cock jumped out at him. Before I could take a deep breath, he licked over the engorged head. My hips rose off the bed, so he placed a hand on my hip, holding me down.
Then, while keeping eye contact with me, he slowly engulfed my hard shaft until I was touching the back of his throat. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, or his lips as they stretched around me, sucking me– fuck– swallowing around my cock. Once. Twice. “Stop it. Goddamn, stop it. I’ll come.”
Sweat beaded down my forehead, and I was clutching the sheets. My balls were drawing higher, and I was on the verge of…
He released me. “Can’t have you coming already.”
Helplessly, my cock twitched, and I was tempted to beg him to take it back in his mouth, to suck me until I came. But no. I needed more today.
Slowly, he stripped me out of my pants, then his.
As he raised his arms to get rid of the shirt, I sat up, doing the same. Slipping below the covers, he took me back into his arms, and my fingers wandered over his cock. I wrapped them around the soft skin, gliding up and down. He moaned before his lips were on mine again, and his hand wandered over my own cock, rolling my balls for a few seconds and then moving downward.
His fingers trailed over my tender, unshaven skin. “Oh my god…”
Somehow, he managed to massage me, bringing me closer to the edge with his fingers alone. And he wasn’t even… Where did he get the lube? Now he had– my eyes crossed, and I couldn’t… I couldn’t think. Raising my legs, I gave him better access, and he used it instantly. God, his finger went deep, waking up my needy nerve endings, and I was shivering despite the heat he radiated.
Every thrust of his finger brought me closer, and I was pushing down and up, trying to get friction on my cock, but I couldn’t move my own hand to wrap it around myself. Finally, he turned me around, so he was behind me.
My breathing stopped as Dalton pressed close to my back. His hot breath fanned over my shoulder. Dalton’s heat was at my back, surrounding me, wrapping me up in his love and lust, and as he breached me, I closed my eyes.
I let go and just felt. The muscle in my opening relaxed, inviting him in, and our combined groans filled the air. Strong hands were running over my stomach, and the last thought of him not finding it attractive vanished. His knot pushed in, giving me what I needed so much.
“Everything good?” he murmured.
“If you start fucking me now, yes.”
He chuckled quietly, his chest brushing against my back, then he pushed deeper. And pulled back. And in again.
I was flying.
More gasps and groans filled the air, and his skin slapped on mine. Dalton’s hands were on my skin, and I couldn’t... It’d been so fucking long. I wanted this to last, so I could savor the moment because who knew when it’d happen again, but his cock hit the right place inside me and my balls were drawing tight to my body. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t help myself.
A shiver ran through my whole body, and I came without even touching myself. I didn’t have to. Because Dalton was enough. He grunted loudly and a second later, Dalton pushed deeper, his cock twitching and knotting inside me.
“I love you, babe. I love you so much. Are you feeling okay?”
“I love you too, Dal. And, I haven’t felt that good in weeks, if I’m honest. Just... promise me that wasn’t the last time.”
“I promise. I doubt I could do that to both of us again.”
“Good. Because… you’re much better than a dildo.”
Dalton laughed again, and without the knot, he would’ve slipped out of me, but it wouldn’t have been that bad. Because, I knew I’d have him again tonight. And tomorrow. And the day afterward. And the day – well, every day... forever.