Chapter 20

Heidi

We kissed our way up the stairs. On the top step, he pressed me into the wall with the flat of his palm while his other hand enjoyed me. It squeezed my breasts over my polyester shirt, slid around to my ass, squeezing over my jeans even harder.

Lightning bolts of pleasure crackled through me. Damn had I missed this.

His hand locked around my wrist and tugged me down the hallway. But instead of leading me to the special bedroom with all his toys, he led me into the normal one.

In the doorway, a flash of tenderness broke the hungry expression on his face.

“I don’t want to hurt…the baby.”

His hand settled on my belly as my body eased into his. He backed into the doorframe, and my hand slipped over the top of his.

“I think it’s a girl.”

He glanced at me, surprised, but I only shrugged.

“I don’t know why. I just do.”

“A girl,” Charles said, his grin growing.

Now I was the one tugging him to the bed. The fire coiling in me couldn’t wait any longer.

On the bed, both of us on our sides, we kissed and sucked each other’s clothes off piece by piece. First went my stiff button-up shirt, then my already too-tight jeans. Then off came his shirt and his pants. The rest were flung off like afterthoughts as we enjoyed each other.

This Charles was new, tender and yet no less skillful. His fingertips’ slow and rapid strokes sent every part of me tingling with suppressed desire. His mouth followed the path too, kissing and sucking and enjoying every square inch of me.

From one breast to another, he laid out his oral adulation. He took extra time on my nipples, sucking and sucking and sucking them until their puffy service became hard. Then he swooped back to the first once it had become puffy again. His skillful tongue-flicking had my fingers raking down his back with joy.

When he moved his kisses up to my neck and feasted on the tender flesh there, I couldn’t hold in my groans any longer. They spilled out as his fingers trailed over me.

They’d been cupping my face and breast, but now they were all over me in ever-moving, ever-gentle, ever-swift, and ever-pleasurable flecks of movement, of pulsing joy. He went over and about my curves as if he were designing them at the same time he was enjoying them, as if he were finger painting over my body a canvas of his desire.

Gradually, his erection dug into my thigh. Our kissing, breathless forms eased together closer, and closer, until his raging boner was at my entrance, almost touching.

When the tip met my opening, it was just a kiss more than anything. My pussy trembled as if electrocuted. Every part of me ached for him. I strained my pelvis toward him, and he gave it to me, what I’d been needing so very long.

His entrance was pure, pussy-tingling ecstasy. As he finally entered me, our bodies swept over each other, chest to chest, hand in hand. There was the odd squeeze, so gentle and yet so pleasurable, so in tandem. It was part of a dance our limbs already knew by heart. All it took was closing our eyes and letting them do what they wanted.

Our forms flowed together, in and out, over and around. He filled me so fully, kissed me so entirely that after only a minute or so, I was ready to come. My body was rumbling with the upcoming orgasm.

But Charles hadn’t had his fill of me. His hands slowed; his strokes lessened. He drew them out until they shook the very core of me. Oh. Oh. Oh.

My body was wailing with this almost unbearably extended smear of pleasure.

He couldn’t suppress his joy either. He was sweeping it into me, onto me, over me, through me, as me. It was as one that we fused, that our bodies crumpled into each other. His cock was just another part of me.

Both of us were groaning with it, spilling with it. Finally, we were enveloped by it.

We came as one shaking body. Five full-body shakes. Shake. Shake. Shake. Shake. Shake.

And then we slumped into each other, no longer fully connected, but still one.

It didn’t take long for the memory of regular life to encroach.

One of Charles’s thoughtful hands rested on my stomach. I glanced over to see him looking both spellbound and uncomfortable. I sat up, hopped off the bed, and salvaged my things. There was no point hanging around here until Charles started wondering when I’d go. I’d rather bite the bullet myself.

“Don’t worry about a dress,” he said as I was getting ready. To my questioning glance, he explained, “For the ball.”

“Did I say I was going to the ball?” I asked with a cheeky smile.

Charles cocked his head at me.

“I think your body might’ve answered for you. Hate to say it, but it’s true.”

I kept my smirk close-lipped and my head turned away to disguise the butterflies exploding into flight inside my chest.

“I guess that’s that then,” I said simply.

“As I was saying,” Charles continued, “I’ll have a dress sent to you for the ball. Just text me your measurements if you don’t trust me to tell the tailor.”

“I think I’ll do that,” I said.

We stood there for a minute, looking and smiling at each other, before Charles’s smile started to falter.

“I should be going,” I said quickly, heading for the door. “But let me guess…”

“I’ll walk you to the door, you’ll take the car, and I’ll definitely be seeing you later,” he said.

It struck me, as he walked me downstairs, how utterly different things where and yet how utterly the same. Despite Charles’s grand promises, his actions today had betrayed something different, something uncertain. Things still weren’t solved. They were as far from solved as you could get.