Chapter 35

Will

Monday night had been nice, and I’d stayed over there with Ella for several hours, talking to her mom and sister, getting to know them better, and listening to Ella actually talk excitedly about the baby for the first time. When I woke up in the morning, I was more than excited to see Ella at the door. She had come over to see me before work. We sat down in the living room and started to talk.

“Things, I think, are starting to fall into line,” I said, smiling at Ella. “It’s nice for there to be excitement about this baby.”

“I agree,” she said. “My sister would not shut up about it last night, but I didn’t mind.”

“I have to admit something,” I replied. “It’s been really hard for me to not have you with me. I know that it was my own fault, but still, it was really hard. It showed me how much I care about you and how right you are in my life and Avery’s. The house wasn’t the same and I wasn’t the same with you away from us. Even Avery would ask for you on a regular basis. I want you to know that you’re never going to be second to anything ever again.”

“That means a lot,” she said, smiling and looking down shyly. “I’ve wanted you to say that for a really long time. I knew, though, that you had to come to that decision on your own.”

“I did, and I’m sorry it took me so damn long. I feel terrible about all the heartache I put you through. But I want to support you in any way I can. That means emotionally, physically, and even financially. I know you have worked really hard in school, and it’s probably not even an option for you, but if you want to drop out, I support you in that, too.”

“I appreciate that,” she said. “But I don’t want to rely on you for financial support, even if we end up living together at some point. I want to be able to contribute and do that by working the job I have been fighting for this whole time.”

“That is admirable,” I said, smiling.

“And to respond to your other statement,” she said, “I really missed you, too. I thought about you all the time and wondered what you were doing or if you were thinking about me.”

“I think about you all the time,” I said, inching close to her. “I think about you in the morning, at night, and while I’m asleep.”

I leaned in and kissed her lips, starting gently and then rolling into a more passionate embrace. She reached up, completely relaxed, and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me back deeply. Everything felt so perfect and so right at that moment, so I scooped her into my arms and carried her back to the bedroom. Once inside, I carefully undressed her, taking time to press my lips to every bare piece of skin I could find. She returned the favor, slowly unbuttoning my shirt, pushing it down my body, and rubbing her lips across my shoulder.

Her body was so perfect and so sexy that I couldn’t help but reach forward and skim my palms over her perky tits. She lowered herself to her knees and unbuttoned my pants before slowly pulling down the zipper and tugging them down to my ankles. I stepped out, and she tossed them to the side, taking her hand and rubbing it up my hard cock. She tucked her fingers inside the edge of my boxers and pulled them off, smiling as my dick bounced up and down in front of her face.

I looked down, rubbing my hand across her head and staring deeply into her eyes. She moved forward and opened her lips, pulling the head of my cock into her mouth and sensually rolling her tongue across the tip. I groaned softly, feeling the warmth of her mouth and the sway of her tongue caress my shaft, inch by inch until she had pulled the length of my cock down her throat. Slowly, she pulled her head back up, sucking deeply, pulling at my dick with the power of her throat.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “That feels amazing.”

She smiled when she reached the top but didn’t pause. She held my shaft at the base with her hand and sank back into its girth. As she moved her head, she swirled her tongue around, pressing it hard against the nerves on the underside of my dick. I groaned, twitching slightly as the muscles in my legs tensed uncontrollably. Her head moved faster, and her eyes watered as she deep-throated me, taking me as long as she could before gasping for air and going back down. Her hand trailed her mouth, jacking off my cock with the lubrication of her own spit. The warm fluid dripped down her hand and over my balls, sending chills up and down my spine.

I wanted to feel her, to taste her, to take her in like she was doing to me. I reached down and grabbed her under the arms, pulling her to her feet and immediately pressing my mouth against hers while my cock jabbed into her abdomen. I pushed her back on the bed, and she smiled coyly, pulling herself toward the pillows and opening her legs wide, revealing her beautiful pink pussy. I bit my lip and crawled toward her, gently swiping my hand over her mound. She shivered and giggled. Her perfectly painted pink toes pushed into the mattress as if she were restraining herself. I trailed my hand up her tits and to her mouth before pushing my fingers through her lips and feeling her suck hard on them. I spread her pussy lips apart with my other hand and slid those two wet fingers deep inside her.

She moaned and threw her head back, opening her thighs even farther, showing me how horney she was. I pulled my left hand up and pressed lightly on her abdomen, keeping her in place while I slowly fingerfucked her, enjoying that I was pushing her closer to an orgasm while teasing her with my purposeful movements. Her hands gripped the comforter below her as I twisted my hand one way, pushing in, and then back the other way, pulling out. She breathed deeply before opening her eyes and staring right into mine, moaning loudly and with intensity. It was extremely erotic.

“Lick my pussy,” she moaned. “Please.”

I smiled and lowered myself on the bed, teasing her by continuing to finger her, my mouth just inches from her wet mound, my hot breath covering her folds. She pushed her hips up until her clit met my lips, and I glanced up before parting them and sucking her clit into my mouth. My tongue pulsated against it as I continued to finger her. Only now I was picking up my pace. She was on the edge of ecstasy, wanting so badly for me to give her what she needed to push her over the edge.

I let go of her clit and licked through her folds, tasting her sweet flavor and listening to her moan loudly and strongly, her legs beginning to shake next to me. I knew what she wanted because I wanted it, too, but I wasn’t quite ready to give it to her. I moved just a bit faster, her hand running through my hair as she lifted her hips just slightly and ground herself against my mouth. I groaned into her clit, sending vibrations radiating through her. Finally, when I couldn’t hold back any longer, I lifted her hips into the air and started to eat her out with force and need. My mouth streamed over her pussy, and my fingers moved faster and deeper, the tips of my fingers flicking inside her. Just as I was about to put a third finger inside, she clamped down on the bed and arched her back, her entire body stiffening in my hands. I felt the waves of pleasure exploding through her body. Her pussy contracted around my fingers, and her warm liquids flowed over my hand and across my tongue.

Before she could finish, I pulled my hand out, lowering her onto the bed and scooting forward. I held the base of my engorged cock. Quickly, I pushed into her, watching her writhe from the feeling, and I reached up, rubbing my hand hard and fast on her pussy. I was not going to let her get away with just one orgasm. Her hands clung to the bedspread, and her mouth was open, but no sounds escaped. My cock plunged in and out, glistening with her juices. I slapped her clit and continued to rub hard, leaning forward for leverage as I pumped into her. Before she could even start to relax, her body exploded again, her muscles twitching and her lungs taking in a deep breath.

“Fuck,” she groaned. “Oh, god. I’m coming so hard. Fuck yes, yes, yes.”

I smiled, feeling her shaking in my hands, and pulled away from her clit, letting her fully enjoy her rolling orgasm. I grabbed her waist and began to pump as hard as I could, too close to the edge to pull back. Just as her pussy tightened around my cock one last time, I groaned, digging my fingers into her side and pushing deep and hard. My dick pulsated inside her and exploded, spilling my seed inside and out as I continued to pull out and push back in. I couldn’t even say anything; the feeling was too intense. I held my breath and closed my eyes, letting the waves of ecstasy roll through me like a hurricane.

When we had both come down from our pleasure palaces, I pulled out and lay down in the bed with her, facing her and kissing her cheek softly. She smiled and looked up at the ceiling, rubbing her hand over her belly. For a moment, I had forgotten she was pregnant.

“My father will be coming home tomorrow,” she said, turning her head toward me. “I’m going to wait until he’s completely settled in, and then I’m going to tell him about the baby and about you and me. I don’t want to keep him in the dark any longer than I have to. He deserves to know before he hears it from someone else.”

“Would you like me to go with you?” I asked.

“No, actually, and it’s nothing personal,” she said. “It’s another thing I want to share with him in an attempt to strengthen my relationship with him.”

“Understood,” I said with a smile.

“I have something else that I wanted to talk to you about, too,” she said, turning toward me. “It seems that when this semester is over at school, I already have a job lined up. I found out in an e-mail right before I came over.”

“Wow,” I said, smiling. “That is so amazing.”

“Well, there’s just one thing,” she said. “The job is in Cambridge, so I wouldn’t be coming back to New York except for holidays and visits. I know that makes this complicated, but I think it’s important that I move. It will be a symbol of me finally taking control of my life and breaking away from my father’s hand. I completely understand if you can’t move there. Just know that if I do, I would always let you be a part of our child’s life. Actually, I shouldn’t say if. I should say when I move, because I’ve already made up my mind that I’m going to move no matter what.”

I didn’t know what to say or do with that information. It hit me like a brick wall.