June
Everything sexual I’ve ever felt, I’ve felt with Carter.
Still, I’ve never felt him quite like this.
He holds my jaw in his hands, forcing my mouth up to meet his. His kiss is hungry and passionate. His teeth nip at my lower lip, sending pleasure down the veins of my neck all the way to my pussy.
My womb.
The place where Carter’s child is growing inside me.
I want him. Holy hell, I want him badly.
But he’s gentle about it, too. He’s gentle about everything. There’s something restrained about his kiss, something delicate about the way he holds me.
I can feel a raw energy beneath his touch just begging to be unleashed. But I can also feel that hint of hesitation. These tender moments of abject restraint.
It takes me a second to realize that nothing’s wrong.
It takes a little longer than a second for it to fully kick in.
He doesn’t want to hurt me.
“Carter,” I laugh, pulling my lips away. “You’re not gonna break me, honey.”
He blinks at me a couple of times, running his thumbs across my cheekbones like he’s trying to memorize the shape of my face.
“You’re the most precious fucking thing I own,” he says. “It would kill me to see you break.”
“Are you sure about that?” My smile grows wider. “You might like it.”
A dark, sensual growl purrs at the back of Carter’s throat. “Those sound like the words of a woman who wants to be broken.”
Then he’s lifting me, pulling me up until my legs are wrapped around his waist.
I can only manage to laugh in response as he makes his way towards the couch.
There are many things that I’d like this man to do to me.
Everything. Anything.
Should I break in the process, I wouldn’t even mind.
He sets me down on the couch gently, reverently. It’s as if I’m a goddess, and he my sole worshipper.
I feel like someone beyond a goddess—maybe a high priestess?—as I watch him lower himself to his knees in front of me.
June, bringer of life and lover of Carter. I could get used to this.
He stays in place for a long moment, his eyes raking over every inch of my form. They pause occasionally—on my nipples, my pussy. His gaze leaves me wanting more.
I wonder if he can see the changes already. I certainly can.
I was nearly positive about the pregnancy even before I took the test.
My nipples are darker, harder than they’ve ever been. Even my own scent is different, not to mention my increased sense of smell.
His expression is lost somewhere between lust and amazement as he finally leans in, kissing me gently on each thigh.
I hear him growl again at the back of his throat and feel a spark of excitement, knowing what he’ll do next.
He surprises me though, taking the time to find my stomach and kissing me there instead.
His kisses are light, protective.
The way a father kisses their child’s forehead after a bad dream.
The simple act has me overwhelmed with emotions, tears once again threatening my eyes.
We’re having a baby.
He works his way up to my newly darkened nipples, his tongue exploring the altered flesh. His lips take each of them in, sucking and nibbling until I moan in delight.
I gasp as his fingers find me, rubbing roughly against my clit, as his mouth moves harder around my nipples.
They slide inside me easily, rubbing against my now drenched pussy.
I move in time with them, forcing them deeper, craving his touch even more now that I have it.
His lips pull back from my nipples—now harder than ever, hard enough to slice through steel. I look at them in amazement, already so different from before.
I take the opportunity to reach for his head, gently guiding him lower, and hear him chuckling in response.
I’m no longer afraid of the things that I want—yet one more thing that Carter has given me.
When his face is between my thighs, I spread my legs open further, moaning in anticipation.
He doesn’t take his fingers out of me, instead pushing them deeper the moment his tongue touches my clit.
No matter how many times we’ve been together, the intensity still shocks me. The pleasure that burns through me at his every touch overwhelms. I feel liquid heat inside of me spreading, consuming.
My body syncs with his movements, hips thrusting, perfectly timed with his fingers.
His tongue slides over me, again and again. Flicking, sucking, tasting.
His breath brushes across my skin, which feels hot and humid when he exhales and cold when he inhales. It sends my senses soaring, my nerves hardly able to keep up.
I can hear him moan, and I delight in his pleasure. The way he touches me, tastes me… like I’m the best thing he’s ever consumed, better than chocolate, better than strawberries and cream.
I understand too well, feeling the same way whenever he’s in my mouth.
I can never hold out long. Every fiber, every nerve sings to me.
The fire inside becomes a raging inferno, and I feel my hips thrust faster, harder against him.
The build-up seems to last an eternity; every time I think I’ve reached my tipping point, I find more ecstasy instead. Faster and faster I move, his fingers thrusting deeper, his tongue flicking in a frenzy to match my pace.
I come hard, my pussy tightening around his fingers, my own digging grooves into his flesh where I cling to him.
“Oh yes, yes, Carter, oooohhhh,” I cry out repeatedly as the orgasm rips through my body.
His arms wrap around me, and I revel in the warmth of his body. I could stay like this for hours, but I know I’ve got to return the favor. A high priestess has her own work to do.
It’s now my turn to worship him.
Still coming down from my high, I lock eyes with him. He’s stroking my face.
I wish this moment would never end.
But I know it must.
I’m craving him. Needing him inside of me. Desperate to feel the way his cock fills every vacant inch of me.
I look at him, his mouth still wet, his eyes shining.
I’m still shocked at the depth of emotion a simple glance from this man can stir within me.
What I feel most in this moment, though, is gratitude. I’m so grateful that Kody, bastard that he is, chose that stupid skank. I’m humbled by whatever force it was that drove me here, that made me stupid enough to lock my keys in the truck.
I even feel affection for Carter’s father, without whom there would never have been a contract, never an “interview”.
For every misstep and betrayal that led me here, naked in front of this man, I feel grateful.
There are so many things that could have gone differently. Hell, I could have been married and still living in Wheatfield. I could’ve been there right now, probably making dinner for Kody, maybe even pregnant with his child.
The thought makes me cringe.
There isn’t a place on earth I’d rather be than where I am right now. There isn’t a man alive whose child I’d rather have growing inside of me.
I keep looking into his eyes and can almost see the same thoughts going through him.
How lucky we are.
How amazing our lives are going to be.
I stand, grabbing his hand to draw him up with me.
His cock is hard between us, throbbing in time with his heart.
I need him more than I ever have before. I’m dying to feel him inside of me.
For the moment though, I just wrap my arms around him, drawing him nearer.
I cling to him like I’m clinging to this new life—fiercely, unrelentingly. We will have everything we’ve ever wanted, everything we never even knew we wanted.
And we’ll have it together.