Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
“Guide me in, beautiful.” Her eyes flash open, soft and dreamy, as I tell her what to do. A hiss leaves me when I feel her soft hand envelope my length. “Christ, can’t take much more. I need to be inside you.” She places me right where I need to be. The head of my cock is happy to be inside her. My eyes close. The temptation to ram right in is there. The only thing holding me back is myself. If I were to do that, I’d more than likely come before I’m ready, and my woman deserves more than a one-minute man.
“Boston.” My name is a soft mewl. I drop to my hands, her own on my arms, muscles bulging, and I slide in further.
“Eyes, Amelie, I want them on me while my cock fucks you.” She spasms around me, and I’m not even all the way inside. What the hell is she going to do once the entirety of her heat is clutching me is anybody’s guess.
“Then quit messing around.” Her feet that are planted on the mattress help propel her hips up. One orgasm clearly wasn’t enough. I don’t deny her the satisfaction of holding her off. I’m too far gone, needing to rut inside her like a fucking dog in heat. “Yes, God, yes, right there.” I bottom out. She takes my entire length. My body locks up, trying to hold back the sensation of taking her without a condom. Nobody, not one single person, could have prepared me for all the feelings that are rolling through my body.
“Amelie.” Holding back is no longer an option. I thrust my hips backward and forward. She meets me with each movement. My perfect fucking match, Amelie is mine, and the baby she’s growing inside of her is mine, too.
“Boston.” Her voice mirrors the need in my own. This time when we come, it’s together, with no barrier between us, and fuck does she make me want to be a better version of myself.
FIFTEEN
Amelie
Boston and I didn’t come up for air after he joined me in bed late yesterday afternoon, wearing me out in a way that the two-hour nap didn’t stop me from sleeping through the night. How did he manage that? Well, three orgasms, first trimester pregnancy sleepiness, and him curling his body around mine was all it took, causing me to pass out. Of course, when we woke up, it was to the smell of my mother’s cooking. My stomach rolled, but Boston saved the day yet again. There, on the nightstand, were the soda, saltine crackers, and the prescription he somehow had filled without my knowledge. Another point in my book because I absolutely needed it. After I got to a point where the contents of my stomach were settled down, Boston kissed me goodbye and left to meet with his realtor.
“Okay, never again are you allowed to give me shit. Who is the one who went two days without FaceTiming whom now?” my best friend Eden says on the other end of the line. She called me earlier today, but I couldn’t answer. It killed me not to. I needed to talk to her, cleanse my soul and get things off my chest. But since I didn’t pull my weight yesterday at the Inn, it was time to get my ass in gear as soon as the queasiness subsided. I’ve yet to still tell my mother what’s going on. Eden is first, then my mom. We just won’t tell her that’s how it went. Now there’s a lull in work, everyone is settled for the time being, and Mom is out running an errand, giving me the time I need to talk to my bestie.
“I suck, or rather, I should have, and I wouldn’t be pregnant,” I drop a bombshell of an answer on her. It wasn’t long ago that we were talking about how I’d never find a man like she has. My, my, how the tides have turned.
“Um, excuse me? You want to rewind what you said to me?” The shock on her face, tipped with a smile, she’s not playing anyone in this friendship. College roomies turned long distance besties, we’ve been through a lot together.
“I’m pregnant?” I play dumb, smiling proudly into the screen. I’m sitting outside. The street below is bustling with people. The only worry I had was if Eden would scream through the phone. Thankfully, she didn’t, so no one is going to call the cops with how loud Eden can be in a state of excitement.
“Wow, okay. Well, Boston sure knows how to make his sperm count. You’re going to have to tell me every single thing because he’s been gone for a month. Is he back now? Are you excited? Does he know? Does your mom know? Do you need me and Samuel to come down there?” Leave it to Eden to slam me with questions. Here goes nothing. She’ll know every single thing after I catch her up on the life that is Amelie.