Nate slid his hand up slowly over her bulging belly and stopped just below her breast, rubbing his thumb gently under it. Just that single touch from him sent her body up in flames.
“Let me help you get dressed, baby.” She knew the way he said that, there was no way she was getting dressed—more like, less dressed.
Glancing down at where his hands were, she watched as the towel around her body was untied and dropped to the floor. She gasped as the cold air hit her semi-wet body, but the heat emerging from the inside of her body quickly pushed it away. Both of his hands covered her breasts and squeezed, pinching her nipples in the process.
Her hands held on to the top of his thighs, feeling the muscles flexing under her touch. Moving behind her, Nate pressed his crotch into her naked ass, grinding against her.
“Nate,” she moaned. All thoughts had left her head; the only one that stayed was of being naked and sweaty below Nate as he made love to her.
Turning her body around in his arms, she decided not to fight it anymore. She slid her hands down his shoulders, over his chest, where they lingered over his nipples. Smiling up at him, she leaned forward and took one of them in her mouth, and bit hard.
Nate’s head fell back on his shoulders and his grip tightened on her hips as he let out a moan. Her belly was snuggled against his cock that was straining in his jeans. Moving lower down his body, his abs flinched as she ran her fingertips over each one, and his breathing picked up faster, as her touch hovered over the top of his pants.
One of her hands gripped the top of his pants, and the other stroked a finger up and down his shaft. Nate hissed. Grinning, she undid the zipper, pulled out his cock, and started fondling it while her other hand moved inside and massaged his balls.
Gripping her shoulders and pushing her back a little, he glanced down at her. “What are you doing, baby. I don’t want you to stop touching me, but please tell me this is going somewhere?” he groaned to her.
She slid down his body, and took him straight into her mouth. “Holy shit, Sky,” he moaned out.
He could not help that his hips shot forward, sending more of him deeper down her throat. Moaning around his hardness, and leaving a hand on his thigh, she moved her other hand down her body to her bud, circling it. She had brought herself to orgasm several times that way, or using her trusty vibrator, but she longed for the real thing—feeling his cock sliding in and out of her.
Nate pulled away from her, panting heavy, and left her kneeling on the floor. “Nate?” she whispered. She didn’t know if she had done something wrong. Sitting back on her feet, hands in her lap and face down, she felt the tears building in her eyes.
“No, no, no,” Nate said as he knelt in front of her. “I don’t want you to make me come like that, baby. I want to be deep inside of you when I do,” he urged, as he stood up.
Helping her to her feet, he walked her backwards toward the bed and gently laid her down, then stood back and had a good look.
Skylar blushed and raised her hands to cover herself up, not feeling confident about her body. He quickly grabbed them to stop her.
“Don’t even think about it, Skylar. You have nothing to hide. Your body is fucking amazing, and even more so that you’re carrying
my
child.” He leant down and lightly placed butterfly kisses all over her belly. His hand rested on top as he kissed one side of her belly, and when he arrived on the other side, the baby kicked, right under his hand. Nate’s head shot up. He looked down where his hand was, then back to her face.
Smiling down at him, she placed her hand on top of his, as their child kicked again. Having him there with her, feeling their child kick, she felt blessed.
“Does this happen all the time?” he whispered to her.
“Yeah, pretty much. But mostly at night, the baby is telling me it’s hungry.” She laughed.
Nate moved back from her, kneeling, and ready to get up. “I’ll go and make you something to eat.”
Skylar’s arm shot out, stopping him. Trailing her hand down to his exposed cock, she gripped it, and he groaned in response.
“I want this more,” she whispered.
Wrapping his hand around hers, and gliding their hands up and down over him, he asked, “Are you sure?”
“Please. I can’t take it anymore. I need you inside of me.”
Nate laid her down and picked up where he had left off, kissing her belly. “I need to taste you before I make love to you, baby.”
As he said that, his mouth was on her: sucking, licking, and nibbling her clit. Her body arched up, sending her nerves on high alert. Gripping the sheet with her hands, she squeezed his head between her legs. She pumped her hips up and down as his tongue dove into her core, clenching, like her life depended on it.
“Please, Nate.”
Growling, he tightened his grip on her thighs, pulled her sensitive bud into his mouth, and sucked hard. The stars exploded behind her eyes as she came, yelling his name as she felt her juices running from her.
“God, Sky. Your taste is heaven,” he mumbled, as he licked up every last drop.
Pushing down his jeans, he climbed up over her, rubbing his cock against her pussy. Crushing his mouth to hers, she gripped his head and their tongues entwined. Tasting herself on him, she sucked on his tongue the way she would his hardness, nipping at him.
Nate pulled his head away. “I don’t want to hurt you or the baby, doing this, Sky.”
“You won’t, Nate. It’s normal to have sex this far through the pregnancy, please, trust me,” she whispered back.
Rolling onto her side, she lifted her leg up and onto his shoulder, pulling him closer to her. She reached down and guided him to her opening. “It will be more comfortable this way, and it won’t hurt me or the baby,” she told him.
Nodding towards her, he held onto the leg that was on his shoulder, and slowly, very slowly, slid into her inch, by agonizing inch. Once he was fully inside of her, he sat there, not moving.
“Jesus, baby, you’re tight this way,” he groaned.
She whimpered, “You need to move, Nate.”
He let go of her leg and held onto her hips, pulling out until just the head of him was inside of her, and then pushed back in, all the way.
He did this several times, but she needed more.
“Please, I can’t handle slow right now; it has to be—”
That is all she got out as he pulled back and slammed forward, hard.
“Is this how you want it?” he said as he did it again.
“Yes!” she screamed.
His fingers dug into her hips as he pumped faster and faster into her. Her fists bunched the sheets as she screamed; she should have tried this position earlier with him. Grinding her hips against his, she reached up and pinched his nipple.
Pulling his hand from her hip, she slid one of his fingers into her mouth, and started sucking it just as her core was to his cock. Growling, he hammered into her with such ferocity that she thought she would end up through the headboard.
“I’m not going to last much long if you keep that up, and with the way your pussy is choking me, I think I’m going to die from the feel of it.”
She couldn’t reply as he shoved another finger in her mouth, forcing her to suck them. She did. The faster he pumped into her, the faster she sucked.
“Damn, Sky,” he groaned, again.
Shifting his hand down to her clit, he pinched. “I need you to come, Sky. I can’t hold off too much longer.”
She felt him thickening inside of her. Gripping him as hard she could, she let go, and her world around her shattered at the force of her orgasm. It went on for eternity, and she screamed as her whole body shook from the impact.
Nate groaned as he pushed forward and held himself as deep inside as he could, as he shot his load into her.
She gasped for air as Nate’s body fell on top of her, breathing heavy. She welcomed the heaviness of his body. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, but thought twice at it, as he would think that—them spending their time together like that—would mean they were getting back together, which they weren’t. They were scratching an itch, that’s all.
Pushing at him to move, she grumbled, “Can’t breathe, Nate.”
Nate lifted himself up and off of her, and she twisted over onto her back to look up at him. With a hand on each side of her face, he said, “That was amazing, baby.” He leant down and lightly kissed her.
“I love you, Skylar,” he mumbled against her lips. She shook her head; she didn’t want him telling her that, not now.
Placing a finger over her lips, he whispered to her, “I do, baby. And you don’t have to reciprocate it. I just wanted to tell you that I still do, and that I have never stopped loving you.”
She nodded, as that was the only thing she could do. She did love him; she just couldn’t return it to him, after what he had done.
Nate rolled to her side, pulling her into his chest, and wrapped his arm over her belly. “I love you, and our baby you are carrying. I will do anything you want, Sky. Anything,” he whispered into her hair.
She was glad she was facing away from him as the tears streamed down her face. She wanted to show her love to him, but it was hard. She needed to sort herself out first, before she could do that for him. Sky snuggled deeper into his embrace. She would live in this moment for now, until tomorrow came.
––––––––
C
hantal drove down Waterford Avenue, and pulled up out front of her own shop. She was meeting Bryan, as he was dropping off the shop fittings. Sliding out of her car, she walked up to the shop. The windows were covered so no one could see in them. A wood panel was over the door, and the old shop sign was covered as well.
Slipping her key in to open the door, she stepped inside. Pushing past a box here and there, she stood in the center of the room. Slowly spinning around, she realised she had finally done it.
I am opening my own shop!
She was so proud of herself, and felt only a small amount of excitement that she had gone against her father’s wishes.
She wanted to prove to them that she could do anything on her own, but really wasn’t expecting what her father, Malcolm had said—more like told her.
Siting in the formal dining room across from her parents, she was nervous as hell. She thought she would have more time to tell them; obviously, she was wrong.
She had cancelled so many family dinner nights, so she could work out exactly what she would say, but really didn’t want to do it then. Her plan was to tell them that night, which is why she drove over their way. She reconsidered that decision, but then her parents brought it up
“So, how have you been?” Elizabeth asked.
Here goes nothing!
“Um, good. Been busy,” she replied before taking a sip of her drink.
“Did you finish up on the Anderson’s file? John told me you were meant to turn it in yesterday.” Malcolm looked at her.
“Yes. I placed it on his desk, last night.” It was all business with her father, nothing more. Every time she either tried to change the subject, or started talking about her friends, he would growl at her. The world did not revolve around work.
“Good, good.”
“I need to tell you guys something?” she whispered. She wanted to be the first to say something, not them.
“What is it, dear?” her mother purred. She hated being called that; it was as bad as her name.
“Well, I wanted to know how you both feel as to me buying my own shop?”
“I love it, darling. What kind will you open?” Elizabeth said excitedly.
She stood, and said, “I’ll go and grab my bag; I have everything in a folder for you both the look at.” Running off down the hall, and stopping in her room, she almost broke the handle on her bag as she ripped it off the bed head. She couldn’t believe that they had actually let her leave the table like that. Giggling, she strolled back in, and sat down again.
Reaching into her bag, she pulled out her folder. Flicking through the pages until she found the one she wanted, she brought it out and handed it to her mother first. Her mother would support her idea, but she knew her father would not agree, unless it was his idea or in his line of work, nothing more.
Glancing towards her father, Chantal cleared her throat. “The shop used to be a bank.” Pulling out another piece of paper and standing beside him, she pointed down. “It has a really good sized closed in office, a bathroom off to the right by the back door, and storage closet on the other side of the bathroom. Well, it will be the storage closet once the vault is out.”
Malcolm frowned down at the paper in his hand, as Elizabeth shot out of her chair and wrapped her arms around her.
“That is a really good idea. Let me call Angie, she has a range of formal gowns that she could sell in your shop.”
Ripping the paper out of her mother’s hand, Malcolm glanced down at it then back at her.
This was so not going to be good
, she thought as she gulped.
“You’re buying a place to turn it into a clothes shop,” he growled.
She backed away from him, although he would never hurt her, but she was still scared a little of his temper.
“Chantilly, is this your plan?”
Nodding, she whispered, “It not a clothes shop in sort.”
Shoving the paper in her face, he pointed out, “It says clothes shop here...If it’s not that, what is it?” he asked fiercely.
She swallowed the knot in her throat. “It’s a lingerie shop that I am opening.”
“You are damn well not opening a lingerie shop, Chantilly. Not acceptable.” He slammed the paper onto the table, making her jump.
“That has been my dream for a while now, and I will open it.” This was the first time she had ever stood up to her father, and it scared her.
Malcolm spun round. “Excuse me, young lady?”
She stood taller. “I have already made an offer on the lot, much smaller than what they wanted, and if and when they accept, I will own that shop by the weekend, or I’ll just go and look for another.”
Malcolm stomped over and stood right in front of her, glancing at her mother at the same time.
“The only thing you will do with the shop if they accept the offer is turn it into a law firm. I will send over some colleagues to help you out, but that’s it. I will not have my only daughter selling that crap,” he stated before he stormed out of the dining room.