“Can you get on your knees and lean over the backrest?”
Oh. Uh, yes and yes. Alive with energy, I manoeuvred into place. He pulled my hips back and down so my stomach was resting on my thighs and my arse was hanging over the edge. I turned my head, resting my cheek on a cushion so I could watch my beautiful beast. He sat on the floor, facing away. Huh? Head resting back on the seat, he tilted his neck until his mouth found my centre. Oh. His hands grabbed my butt, guiding me to where he wanted me.
I jerked when his tongue plunged into me before dragging over my engorged clitoris. He did the same move a few more times before sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves. I wanted to move my hips but he had me locked in place. It made the teasing all the more unbearable. He swirled and flicked his tongue before pushing his fingers inside, finding the spot he knew drove me crazy. Before long, the second orgasm barrelled through my body.
“Two,” he grunted, freeing me from his grip and lurching to his feet.
My muscles were still pulsing as he lifted my hips, burying his cock deep.
“Fuck, I can’t.” He held still for a second before his desire took over.
He pumped in and out with fierce abandon, his face twisted in painful ecstasy. I held onto the backrest for dear life, unable to do much else. I loved it when he let go. I loved that he could do that with me. That I could be the key that released his grip on control. My chest cracked open, unable to contain the mass of love that I had for this man. Every muscle shook with the force of it. Our truth was undeniable. We were made for each other.
Overwhelmed with joy, I reached the third precipice, my body coiling tight. With a long groan, Ben thrust deep a couple more times, releasing his orgasm. His hands covered mine on the seat, our fingers threading together as he planted kisses down my spine.
“I love you.” His breath tickled the curve of my lower back.
“I love you, too.” Tears pricked my eyes at the insufficiency of those four little words. But our bodies articulated it with more clarity than any words could express. Words had a limit that love surpassed by far.
“Did I wear you out? Lie down, babe.”
He pulled away and a waterfall gushed between my legs.
“Oh, shit!” Ben jumped back to avoid the tsunami.
I was too scared to move. Fuck. The couch was cactus. “Um, I think we broke my waters.”
My legs turned to jelly, collapsing underneath me. I managed to twist sideways into a sitting position. The fluid kept running. I wanted to cry. All I could do was surrender.
It’s only a couch. It’s only a couch.
Our baby is on his way.
Giggles bubbled up from my gut. Our baby was on his way! My head snapped to Ben and the laughter swelled to a raucous cackle. He’d gone as pale as Ronnie had, was naked, semi-hard, and sporting a petrified mask.
Well, he was right about his sperm bringing on labour.
Here. We. Go.
Andrea
Rockhampton, Australia
23rd June, 2006
Crows beat their wings in a hasty retreat as we all barrelled out of our classrooms and made for the exit. The pitch of the crowd’s noise seemed to double in proportion to our excitement about school holidays. Two weeks of no school. Yeah, baby.
On tippy-toes, I searched the bodies for the object of my obsession. I only succeeded in glancing backpacks and school emblems on shirt pockets. Damn it. I need some stilts. Sometimes it sucked being a short-arse.
I hadn’t seen Ben for more than a week. Where is he? How is he? I wanted to know everything about him. I wanted to be in his life, and I wanted him in mine.
I swivelled my head like a puppy sniffing for a treat. I was beginning to piss myself off. My attachment to him wasn’t healthy. I was always aching for the next glimpse, the next word. Any scrap of attention he’d give me was like a hit from the most addictive drug, and I wanted more, more, more.
I groaned and sank onto my heels. God, just stop it.
If only it was as easy as deciding to stop.
Turning, I spotted my friend. Her head stuck out above most of the chaos. “Hey, Pauline, wait up!” I jogged over as she paused just inside the school gates. “Are you dancing this arvo?”
“You know me. I wouldn’t miss it.” She bounced on the balls of her feet in a move called the running man, her dark hair sweeping her shoulders.
Pauline spent hours practising in her bedroom every night. She was ridiculously good. She could lock and pop like the pro dancers in an MTV video.
She came to a stop, pocketing her hands. “What are you up to these holidays?”
Oh, you know. Pining. Obsessing. Wasting my life. That sort of thing. Ugh. “Not much. How about you?”
Goosebumps spread like vines up the back of my neck and curled over my ears. I spun around to find another two members of our dance crew, Jess and Kate, approaching. “Hey.” I offered the distracted greeting as I searched behind them, picking through the thinning crowd for the source of the bad vibes. My senses kept drawing me back to my friends. Worry had my mouth drying up. Goosebumps weren’t good. And there was no cold breeze to blame.
Sweeping my eyes over the playground again, I only found students, a couple of teachers, and the groundsman with a blower vac. Again, I was drawn back to our little group. Shit.
Kate brushed auburn tendrils away from her face, watching me with a frown. “Hey. You
