“Deeper, please, Taylor,” I moaned.
This time he listened to me. He thrust up as far as he could go over and over. The harder he thrust, the harder he rubbed my clit. With one last thrust I was coming apart in front of him. My throat was exposed as I arched back feeling the waves. He saw the opening and began to nip at my throat and peppering kisses. I couldn’t help but to giggle furiously. My mind struggled to keep up with every sensation. I felt overstimulated but I loved it.
As I finally regained my footing, I realized that Taylor was holding me up. He smirked when he realized I was back. He rubbed his fingers, slick with my own juices, over my breasts. Every touch made me jump, I was so sensitive.
Taylor turned me around and slowly backed me up away from the wall and then bent me over one of the pool tables. My sensitive nipples rubbing the green felt causing them to get even harder.
“I’m going to fuck you Lydia,” he announced, as he dug his fingers into my bent hips. He let go and I heard the sound of his buckle being undone as well as the sound of his zipper.
Even though I felt spent, his declaration caused the heat to begin to build back up. Since I couldn’t see, the anticipation of his cock inside of me made my heart beat faster and faster.
He teased at my entrance a few times but didn’t fill me like I suddenly desperately needed. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said, and I flushed at the comment.
He caught me off guard with the praise and slammed into me, filling me all at once. I cried out as he thrust back and forth, hitting a spot he didn’t reach earlier.
“You’re mine,” he growled.
I could barely understand him, I was so deep in pleasure from the last orgasm and now my building second.
He thrust in and out, taking his time. But I knew how impatient he would get. Soon he was thrusting faster and deeper. He groaned as he spilled into me. As he rode his orgasm, he leaned down into me and buried his face into my shoulder.
He reached around and started playing with my nipples as he withdrew from me. He suddenly flipped me over so I could finally see him. He leaned over me and we started to kiss as one hand played and pinched my nipples while the other teased my overly sensitive clit.
“Taylor!” I yelled as I came once again over his hands. After that one I truly felt like I was floating. It took me several deep breaths to climb down back into my body. When I did, I smiled up at Taylor, my lover, my husband, the father of our child. “We’re going to have to clean up.”
He rolled his eyes but smiled. “In a moment.”
He picked me back up and we gave each other small, gentle kisses. Not as deep, but just as sweet.
***
We cleaned up and then went to bed to cuddle.
Taylor had left his phone upstairs and checked it once we got in his room. He sighed at it once he clicked it on.
“What is it?” I asked as he sat beside me in bed, I hung my arms over his shoulders and rested them together on his firm chest.
“My grandfather has called me ten times in the past hour.” He shook his head. “I told him last time he tried to call me after our ‘conversation’, that he’d realize calling me won’t change my mind. Nothing he says will.”
He set his phone on the side table and tackled me into bed. I laughed as he kissed at my neck again. I had to find out where he was ticklish to use against him, it wasn’t fair.
He leaned forward and kissed my belly. “I can’t believe we’re going to have a kid.”
“Maybe more,” I mused, “My mom and aunt were twins. It runs in the family.”
“No matter how many, I’m excited.” He kissed my belly once more before moving back to be the big spoon.
“Virgo already claimed being the godmother. I’m going to have to tell Michael and my aunt next,” I said, planning it all out.
“Tell her at Christmas next week,” he grunted.
I had forgotten how close the holiday was. We had been working hard for February fashion week and December had flown by. “Our whole family will be there and I can tell everyone at once.”
“Tell everyone our family is getting bigger.” He snuggled closer and I felt myself feel so safe and calm I began to dip into sleep.
I wasn’t sure how long we slept. But I was woken up, with the room around me completely dark, to the sound of persistent ringing. “Taylor.” I shook at him, my eyes still clouded with sleep.
“What?” he asked, still refusing to open his eyes. He looked grumpy with his eyebrows furrowed and it was adorable.
“Get your phone.” I shoved him playfully towards the side table then curled back up and closed my eyes.
“Fine.” He turned away and I felt him sit up slightly in bed. “My grandfather called six more times.” He sighed sleepily. “Oh.” He sounded slightly more awake. “My father called as well, a few moments ago.”
“That could be important,” I said and turned around to curl next to him as he returned the call. I wonder what his dad wanted?
“Hello?” Taylor said when he picked up. I couldn’t hear his dad, only his muffled voice.
“I’m sitting down?” Taylor's voice grew suspicious. I was starting to wake up more and more, something like worry settling in my gut.
I heard his father’s voice say something unintelligible over the line and Taylor didn’t respond.
I was getting nervous. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. “Taylor?”
He didn’t respond.
I got up slightly. “Taylor?”
I saw him swallow heavily. “I understand,” he said into the phone, “I’ll talk to you about that tomorrow. Yes. Thanks
