Chapter Thirty
Morgan
Thursday
I wasn’t supposed to be losing myself to Terrance again. I should have been finally telling him the truth about our baby, but it was hard. I would do it. I’d find the strength somewhere...but for now this felt easier. It felt amazing, like it was the right thing to do. As his lips explored my neck, I felt the excitement in me grow. I could barely stand it, he was driving me crazy.
Terrance eventually pushed me back until I was lying across his couch, and I fell back willingly. My body was buzzing with the thrill that he had coursing through my veins, and that came from the shared looks we had over the dinner table, as much as his mouth all over me. His eyes were filled with a deeper emotion; it seemed that we were on the same page with that one...which only made it even more inexplicable that I couldn’t seem to find the right words. It should’ve been easy...
Once Terrance’s mouth found mine, and his tongue snaked between my lips, I lost myself completely to the passion. Everything else could come much later, the only thing that mattered right now was the way this incredible man was making me feel. His soft lips made my heart beat hard, his calloused fingers brushing my smooth skin felt wonderful, and the thick steel I could feel against my leg heated up my desire further.
Then I felt the material from my top slide up my chest, tickling me in the best way possible. My hypersensitive skin went wild; it boiled and burned. Any minute now, the perspiration would start and I’d be sticky all over.
“So beautiful,” Terrance panted, while running his fingers over my black, silky bra. “You really are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
The negative voice in my brain instantly wanted to disagree with him, to insist that he’d probably been with the most gorgeous women in the world, so there was nothing special for him to notice about me, but I didn’t. Instead, I soaked up the confidence like a sponge, enjoying the way that made me feel.
As the strap of my bra was tugged to one side and Terrance’s teeth nipped my shoulder, I got a weird shudder up and down my spine. It was a weird pleasure and pain combination that I surprisingly liked. It made my back arch and my legs shudder. I didn’t even notice the rest of my bra being pulled from my body until he had those teeth on my nipple.
“Oh God,” I shrieked. “Oh wow, that feels...” I didn’t know how to finish that sentence because I wasn’t quite sure how it felt.
Instead, I took my passion out in my fingers by yanking off his top too. I could feel the burning from his skin; he was as fired up as me, and I needed to feel that. I needed every inch of him close to me, I wanted to feel Terrance’s body pressed up against mine, and I wanted him inside me just so that our bodies would become one.
I needed him because I was turned on, but I also needed him because I wanted us as together as we could possibly be. I didn’t like the idea that this whole mess could’ve taken another turn – a bad turn where I could’ve lost him. Terrance could’ve died and that only highlighted my feelings for him.
As I ran my fingers over his abs, his shoulders, and his pecs, Terrance worked my pants, pulling them down, revealing me to him. I had panties on that matched the bra, not that the effect would be felt now my bra was gone, but still from the gasp that Terrance emitted, he liked them a whole lot.
Instead of delving right into my underwear like I expected him to, Terrance traced his fingers over my thighs in a tantalizing way that sent me insane. It made me need him more, but at the same time, I liked the feeling so much I didn’t want it to end. I wanted him to continue to touch me in that way forever.
I slid my hands forward and tugged at the zip on his pants, needing to set his thick length free. I could feel his body crying out for me, needing me, and it made me feel even better about myself. It was hard to remember everything I was keeping inside when I was flying higher than air.
As I wrestled his pants to the ground, I rapidly pushed Terrance off of me, preparing to take control once more. The dragon had been unleashed inside of me again, and I knew exactly what I needed.
Only, he wasn’t quite prepared to give it up today, so as his body fell backwards, he wrapped his arms around me and brought me with him. His lips crashed into mine and we kissed so hard and fast that I barely noticed my ass hitting the ground.
“Get onto your front,” he panted into my mouth. “I need you at a new angle.”
I wanted that, too, so badly. I wanted every new experience with this man possible, but at the same time, I wasn’t prepared to get right onto my stomach. It probably wouldn’t cause any issues, but I needed to be careful, so instead, I climbed onto my hands and knees and presented myself to him.
Terrance’s fingers trailed deliciously up my legs, feeling so good that I actually had to bite down on my lip to prevent myself from yelling out with bliss. The pulsating wet ache between my legs was almost trembling with an angry need. He was making me wait, which I found frustrating and exciting in equal measures.
Then my panties were pulled to one side, and I felt his thick cock sliding into me. I was expecting his fingers, so this shock forced the scream out of my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I yelled as he moved in and out of me. “Oh God, more.” He thrust slowly, testing the waters with me, but I needed more. So much more. “Harder, faster, please.”
My fingers clawed at the soft, plush carpet under my knees as my head spun with desire. Then to top it all off, I caught a glimpse of us in the television screen. It was sexy as hell to see the slightly blurry image of us in the throes of passion, and it made my pulse rate speed even faster.
“Oh fuck, Morgan.” Terrance had his hands on my hips now, driving into me just as I wanted him to. Seeing his face behind me, his expression twisted up with desire, his mouth open and gasping...it made me fall apart. “Oh my God, you’re amazing.”
The pulse grew, the sensations intensified, and the lust washed over me in a powerful wave. I could feel the orgasm brewing a long time before it came for me. It began in my toes and crept up through my limbs as a hot wondrous sensation. I wanted to cling onto it, to hang on for just a moment, but it was coming for me at a million miles an hour, crashing through my body like a whirlwind.
The guttural scream that burst free from my chest as the pleasure got me was loud and thrilling. I actually liked the way I sounded because it was the freest sensation I’d ever had.
As Terrance growled and grunted, his bliss exploding within me, my heart hammered with a brand new emotion. It was more intense than anything I’d ever felt before, and I wasn’t totally sure what to do with it. I knew what it was, but I wasn’t totally ready to admit what it was just yet – even to myself. Not when I had something going on that could potentially break it...
As we both fell to the ground, panting and breathless, reality came back into the forefront of my mind. I couldn’t keep it to myself any longer, this was just getting silly now. I’d had reassurance from Braxton that all would be fine, so I needed to just find the words and say it.
Terrance wrapped his arms around me and held me close, so of course I fell into his embrace. But my head was all over the place. I was scouring through my mind, trying to work out how I could say it in a calm, careful way that would get the information into his brain in a way for him to process it well...
“I’m pregnant.”
Shit, that wasn’t what I meant. I meant to say it so differently. From the way Terrance froze with his arms still fixed around me, the shock wasn’t exactly what he expected.
“I mean, look.” I pulled back and stared at his stunned face. “I’m having a baby and it’s yours, but I don’t expect... I know it’s a bit... I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner...” I couldn’t find any of the right words, but it didn’t seem to matter because I wasn’t getting anything back. “Erm, Terrance? Are you alright?” He really didn’t look it!
“I... I...”
He rapidly jumped backwards and grabbed his pants, as if he was afraid to be near me anymore. He was looking everywhere but at me, which made my heart sink. Braxton had insisted that his friend was a good guy, that he liked me and would stand by me, but it seemed he was wrong. This wasn’t just a shocked reaction – this was a terrified one. I got the impression that the only thing in the world Terrance wanted now was for me to go.
“I just have to go to the bathroom.”
He did look pale and sickly, like he might throw up at any given moment, but I had a strong feeling that this had nothing to do with that. He just wanted to be away from me...the mother of his child,
I watched in shock and disappointment as he slammed the door behind him, leaving me alone in his front room. I was going through this as well – more so than him. It was my uterus the baby was growing in, me that was suffering the morning sickness and hormonal rollercoaster, and it was me that would have to give birth in a few months time. I couldn’t run away from this, but he could.
And as it turned out, he had. He had locked himself in the bathroom like a scared little child. He was just lucky that he could hide.
The moment a tear pricked my eye was the exact second I grabbed my own clothes and started to shove them back on in a hurry. This was all wrong; this was exactly what I had been scared of.
Maybe I couldn’t hide the pregnancy forever, but I shouldn’t have allowed myself to get swayed by the lust of the moment. I should have taken Terrance to a neutral location. I should have planned out exactly what I was going to say. I should’ve done it in a better way, but it was too late for all that now.
There were so many things I could’ve shouted out at him at that moment, but I didn’t want to. I just wanted to sneak out and never look at him again. I got dressed in the quickest time possible and stormed out of his apartment, taking my disappointment with me. A romantic part of my mind had pictured this night ending so differently, but I that was just naivety speaking. At least I knew for sure now that I was alone during this. It wasn’t what I wanted, but accepting reality was much better than having false hope.
Wasn’t it?