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GRACIE WENT UP TO BED an hour ago, but Elliot and I are still snuggled up on the sofa. I nuzzle my head into his shoulder a little bit more and sigh contentedly. Ever since I moved in with the two of them, my life has become full to the brim with happiness.
And then, two weeks ago, it became even happier when I found out my little secret. I haven’t told Elliot yet. I’m not sure why. My hand drifts to my stomach and I gently stroke it, feeling the life growing inside me. Elliot senses me move and shifts his weight, pulling me closer to him with his arms.
I hear him groan and sigh and feel the gentle kiss he places on top of my head.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been more comfortable,” he says softly.
I groan in response. I don’t want to move. Still, I can feel my heart beat a little bit faster. I want to tell him about the baby - our baby. I wonder how he’ll react. He’s already a father, will he be happy to be a father again? I can hear my pulse in my ears and feel my stomach sink like a rock.
This is why I haven’t told him. It scares me half to death.
He asked me to marry him and we’re planning the wedding but will he want another kid?
I’ve been having fantasies about the four of us - me, Elliot, Gracie, and this new baby together as a family. We could go to the park together, or the zoo. Even just sitting down for a meal together. I know Gracie will be the most amazing big sister.
But what if all these fantasies are just that - fantasies. What if Elliot doesn’t want any more children? What if he freaks out?
I take a deep breath. My heart is beating fast and my breath has gone shallow. That can’t be good for the baby. I need to just woman up and tell him about this. He’ll react how he wants to react.
As if he can sense my nervousness, his arm drifts down and starts trailing up and down my side. I close my eyes and let out a sigh, enjoying the thousand tiny shivers that his fingers send through my body.
Elliot’s fingers find the gap between my shirt and my jeans, and his fingers touch my skin. I feel an electric shiver run straight to my core when his skin touches mine. It always does. I don’t know what it is about this man, but every time he touches me it electrifies my entire body.
I’ve already felt the surge of desire rise in me for the past few weeks. I haven’t been able to keep my hands to myself, and Elliot hasn’t been complaining. Every time I see him all I want to do is rip his clothes off.
I move my hand from my stomach to his leg, and up underneath his shirt to feel his broad, muscular chest. I inhale deeply, loving the way his deep, musky scent fills my nostrils.
This is the man that I love.
Suddenly I feel light, airy, weightless. I grip Elliot’s chest and push myself against him. His arms wrap around my waist and pull me over on top of him so that I’m straddling his legs on the couch. I sit up and let both my hands rest on his chest.
“What are you looking at?” he asks, trailing his hands up and down my thighs.
“You,” I say. I let my hands drift up to his neck, running my fingers along his strong jaw. His stubble prickles on my skin and I tangle my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. Elliot closes his eyes and groans.
I shift my weight till I can feel his hard cock pressed against my hip, and then I lean forward and place my lips on his. His kiss is how it’s always been: soft yet intense, passionate and comforting all at once. His hands grip my legs harder and I grind myself down on him. I can hear his groans rumble in his chest as our lips dance together in a passionate kiss.
Elliot pulls his head back and strokes my face gently.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Emma.” I smile. “I love you. I’m so happy you’re here with Gracie and me.”
“I love you, too,” I respond. Once again, the words catch in my throat. I want to tell him, to yell it over the rooftops, to tell everyone that I’m having a baby with the man I love, but all I can do is stare at him. Tears of joy, nervousness, pure emotion start welling up in my eyes.
“Emma, baby, what’s wrong,” Elliot asks, suddenly concerned. He strokes the side of my face. I shake my head.
“Nothing.” I take a deep breath and sit up straighter, placing my hands on his chest and feeling his heartbeat through his shirt. He’s looking at me, his piercing blue eyes full of worry for me.
Time stands still. I drag my eyes up to his and smile hesitantly, waiting to see his reaction. Every heartbeat takes a million years as I work up the courage to say the words.
“Elliot,” I pause, taking a deep breath. “I’m pregnant.”
IT’S LIKE THE WORDS take an eternity for my brain to process, and then it takes another eternity for my body to catch up with my brain. I can feel the weight of Emma’s body on my thighs and the warmth of her legs under my hands. I can feel my heart skip a beat and then take off as I understand what she just told me.
Suddenly I realize Emma is waiting for me to respond and I wonder how long I’ve been sitting there. She’s smiling at me tentatively. I can feel the pulse rushing through her legs and the look in her eye tells me she’s nervous.
I can’t help it - my face breaks into a smile as I see the woman I love staring at me like that. As soon as I smile her hesitation vanishes and she smiles back at me, eyes sparkling.
It’s all I can manage to say. My voice is raspy and I struggle to squeeze out the word. Emma nods, tears gathering in the corner of her eyes. I feel a deep laugh bubble up in my chest and I bring my hands up to Emma’s face. I pull her down toward me and our lips collide. I can’t think, I can’t speak, I can hardly breathe. All I can do is kiss her and feel her body on top of mine.
She pulls away and looks at me again. Her eyes are still filled with tears.
“So, you’re… happy?”
“Happy?!” I exclaim. “I’m fucking ecstatic! I’m going to be a dad! Again!”
We laugh together and I run my hands down her body, feeling her stomach. My heart is beating like crazy and I feel the familiar mix of excitement and terror at the thought of being a father again.
“Our child,” I whisper, and then glance up at Emma. She’s treated Gracie like her own daughter, and now we’ll have another little one to join the family.
Emma leans down and kisses me again and it sends a thrill through my whole body. I can feel her ass pressed against my thighs, her full tits pushing against my chest. My cock springs up as she grinds her body against mine.
I grab her by the thighs and flip her over onto her back beside me on the sofa. She yelps and giggles.
“Careful!” she chides. I smile.
“You’re not getting out of this one,” I tease her.
“I don’t want to get out of anything,” she responds. Her eyes are sparkling mischievously and it makes my cock harder than ever before. It’s straining against my jeans to the point where it’s almost painful.
My fingers find the button of her jeans and rip it open, clawing her jeans down her legs. She’s wearing a little lacy pair of black panties and I groan when I see them. Emma is wriggling on the couch in front of me and I feel like I’m going to explode in my pants right here and now.
I hook my fingers into her panties and tear them down her legs. She lets her knees fall open and I groan again when I see her slit. In an instant my face is diving toward her. I can’t wait to taste her juices on my tongue and to feel her body shiver and contract underneath me.
My mouth finds her slit and I swirl my tongue around her bud, waiting to hear her moan in response. It doesn’t take long for her moan to escape her lips and for her fingers to tangle into my hair. I love the way she presses my face into her slit, grinding her hips up toward me.
She tastes salty and sticky and sweet and I can’t get enough of her. My cock is rock hard as her taste covers my tongue and lips. All I want to do is ram my cock inside her, but I won’t until I feel her come. She’s the sexiest, most sensual woman I’ve ever seen in my life and she’s about to be the mother of my second child. I just want to make her feel as good as I do right now.
My fingers find her opening as I swirl my tongue around her clit. I slide two fingers in effortlessly, feeling her wetness as it covers them. Her walls clamp down around my fingers and her back arches some more as I find the little rough spot at the front of her pussy. I rub it back and forth and feel her back arch and her hips buck.
My other hand moves up her stomach and finds her breast, squeezing it and pinching her nipple. God, I love the way she sounds when I’m eating her out. She’s moaning and grunting and saying my name. Her hand is pushing my face down and I can feel her walls contracting more intensely with every second that goes by.
And then I feel it. I feel her walls contract in quick succession as her back arches suddenly. A long, low moan escapes her and her whole body convulses under me. She becomes insanely wet and all I can do is keep licking, sucking and rubbing my fingers all over her. I look up to see the way her body is moving, the way her legs fall open and her mouth makes a small ‘o’. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I watch as Emma comes, her body shaking and shivering and I can feel my cock twitching in response. I can almost sense the waves of pleasure that course through her body as I keep pleasuring her until she tells me to stop.
Finally, her body relaxes and her grip on the back of my head loosens. Her legs relax and she lets out a final shiver and a sigh.
I lift my head up and slide my fingers out of her slowly, loving the way her walls are still gripping onto me. I am so turned on right now.
I CAN’T THINK STRAIGHT The electricity is still coursing through my veins, sending shocks through my legs every few seconds. I didn’t know orgasms could be that powerful. Elliot’s fingers slide out of me and I shiver one more time.
I force my eyes to open and look down at him. He’s grinning at me, lips still glistening with my wetness.
“Did you like that?” he asks.
All I can do is nod. I prop myself up on my elbows and smile at him, feeling another small wave of pleasure pass through my body. Elliot stands up and I can see his hard cock through his pants. He unbuckles his belt and lets his jeans drop to the ground. I moan, suddenly just as turned on as I was thirty seconds ago.
He lifts off his shirt in one smooth motion and I do the same, and then reach back and unclasp my bra. As soon as the bra falls away, Elliot groans again and is on top of me. His naked body pressed into mine and I feel an intense thrill pass through me. My already sopping wet slit starts getting wetter. His cock is pressed against my hip, and his lips are on my nipple, biting and sucking it gently.
My yearning for him intensifies. I grind my hips into him, feeling the way his rock hard cock is pressed against me. All I want is to feel it inside me, feel myself stretching around him and accepting all of his length into my body.
As if he reads my mind, Elliot shifts his weight and grabs his cock with one hand. He slides the tip of it up and down my slit, covering it with his wetness. The sensation is intoxicating. I close my eyes and let my head fall back to enjoy the heat of his cock moving against me. Desire floods my veins as my longing for him grows.
Finally, Elliot positions his cock at my opening and plunges himself into me. His thick, hard cock slides inside me effortlessly, and I feel my hungry walls grip down on him as he enters me.
Elliot’s eyes are smoldering. He moves with slow, long thrusts, torturing me as I move closer and closer to the edge. I can feel every movement, every inch of him inside me. I can feel my body responding to his movements, opening, spreading, shuddering with every second that goes by.
My hands roam over his body, feeling his smooth, hard muscles shift and contract as he plunges his cock deeper inside me. I’m overcome with a wave of emotion. The heat inside me intensifies as I look at his body, his eyes, his jaw, his shoulders. The man I love, who loves me too.
Elliot groans as he pushes his cock inside me inch by inch, all the way to the hilt. I tilt my hips and spread my legs to accept him, letting my lips fall open as a moan escapes them. I watch as Elliot’s expression changes. The burning look in his eyes become stronger, and his muscles tense all over his body. The anticipation grows inside me as I feel his hunger radiating toward me.
Suddenly he’s driving his cock into me harder and harder, pounding me like never before. He thrusts into me, grunting with every movement. The animalistic look in his eyes scares me and excites me at the same time. His cock plunges into me over and over and over and my desire reaches a feverish peak. His moans mix with mine as our bodies move in sync, grinding and bucking toward each other with almost frenzied movements. I can feel his cock getting harder and hotter and my opening getting wetter as our bodies crash together.
With one more thrust, I’m hurling into oblivion. My body explodes as a thousand fireworks spread through my body from my core to each extremity. My vision darkens and all I can do is let the waves of pleasure crash over me. I’m powerless to the sensations that engulf me, the pleasure and ecstasy that courses through my veins as Elliot’s cock plunges into me deeper.
With a shudder, I feel Elliot’s cock grow harder inside me and he grunts as his seed spills inside me. His body tenses as his hands grip my waist, neck and shoulders straining as the orgasm rips through him. His pleasure passes through me and I feel another wave of orgasm overcome me.
We shudder and shiver together until we both collapse, bodies still trembling as they remain entangled. The sound of our ragged breaths and pounding heartbeats fills the otherwise silent room as the frenzy of climax subsides.
I feel Elliot lay a soft kiss on my temple and I enjoy the sensation of his breath as it washes over me. We are connected, now and forever.
I SHIFT MY WEIGHT so that Emma is lying beside me with her head on my shoulder. She fits perfectly into my arms, every curve nestled beside my body like we were made for each other. I trail my fingertips down her collarbone and between her breasts, circling her belly button and finally placing my palm on her stomach.
She moves her hand on top of mine and turns her head to look into my eyes.
“We’ll have two kids now,” she says softly.
The fact that Emma considers Gracie her own child makes my heart swell with emotion. The words catch in my throat and all I can do is dip my head to find her lips with mine. Her lips are pillowy and sweet and I hold her close to me. This moment is the most intimate moment I’ve ever experienced.
Emma and I found each other at the most unusual of times and we slid into each other’s lives effortlessly. It’s hard to think of it as anything except fate. We need each other, and now our happy lives will be made happier.
“When are you due? Have you been to the doctor?”
“I’m at six weeks,” she replies, tickling my nose with hers. “You’ll have to make an honest woman out of me sooner than we thought!” Her giggle is like music to my ears.
“I’ll take you to the courthouse tomorrow morning if that’s what you want,” I reply. I’d take her to the courthouse right now if it was open! “I can’t wait to be able to call you my wife. You’re already the mother of my first child, soon you’ll be the mother of both my children.”
Emma sighs happily and rests her head back down on my shoulder. The torrent of emotion resurges inside me. The fear of new fatherhood gives way to pure excitement and joy. A year ago I never would have imagined I’d be here, with a beautiful woman in my arms and another baby on the way.
Happiness comes when you least expect it, when you’re looking the other way. I had my head down and my blinders on for years, until Emma knocked me over and saved me from myself.
“I can’t wait to tell Gracie,” Emma says. “I hope she’ll be happy.”
“Are you kidding? She’s wanted a sibling for as long as I can remember. If it’s another girl we’re going to have trouble on our hands,” I laugh. Gracie would take on the role of mentor as if she was made for it. Maybe she is.
“I love you, Elliot,” Emma whispers. “Thank you for being you.”
I smile and inhale deeply into Emma’s thick brown curls. She smells fresh and womanly and she’s radiating love and contentment.
“You make me better,” I reply simply, because it’s the truth. And it will be the truth for the rest of our lives.