“I can’t believe the week is almost over,” I murmured softly. I folded my arms and looked down at the star-like river of cars. Edward walked over and laid a hand on my shoulder before drawing me to his side.
“Have no fear, princess,” he said and pressed a kiss to my temple. “If you are pregnant, we shall all celebrate within reason. If not, we get to do this again.” His grin was infectious, and I laughed lightly.
“Have you talked to Maritza?” I couldn’t help worrying about the other woman.
“Every day,” he reassured me. “She’s fine and pleased that we are having such a wonderful time.”
Somewhat mollified, I let him lead me back to the sofa where we fell asleep watching the movie.
***
As our last day together dawned, I found myself feeling almost bereft. Edward was already up and gone from the bed and the smell of breakfast permeated the apartment. I pulled my robe around me and splashed some water on my face before padding out to the kitchen. Edward had made a wonderful meal of pancakes, sausage, and fruit. I smiled as he placed a steaming cup of liquid in front of me.
“Tea?” I queried, sniffing the pungent liquid.
“Well, if you’re pregnant, you need to cut back on the caffeine, college girl,” Edward gave me a smile as he placed the plate of food in front of me.
“And breakfast, too?” I speared a piece of sausage and took a bite.
“It’s our last day together,” he said as he served himself and sat down. “What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know,” I said, toying with the food on my plate. “I kind of wish the week didn’t have to end. It was a wonderful vacation.”
“I agree, but there is still the offer to come live with Maritza and me after the baby,” he tried to sound nonchalant.
“I need to finish college first,” I said around a mouthful of food. Swallowing, I added, “What would you want me to do?”
“Well,” he said as he leaned forward, “You would become a member of the family. If you wanted to work, you could. I am sure I could find a place for you in my business, or you could help Maritza with the baby, watch it grow and sort of be adopted in to my family.”
“It sounds appealing,” I sighed, “but I really need to think about it. I don’t think one week is enough to be certain we’ll all get along.”
“True enough,” Edward laughed. “How about we try visiting regularly during the pregnancy?”
I smiled down at my plate of food. “I guess that would be OK.”
“Yeah?” he said with a wry grin.
“Yeah.” I smiled.
We spent most of the day lazing about, basking in each other’s presence. There was no rush to mate. With the flooding my ovaries had received, I found it hard to believe I wouldn’t come up pregnant. We went out for dinner and then came home to enjoy a hot bath.
We lay in the heated water of the tub, the tendrils of steam rising in the air and dissipating like memories of the past week together. I leaned against the hard, broad board of his chest. He poured water over my body, watching it sluice down into the tub. I laughed softly at the dichotomy of heat and cold coursing over my body and snuggled back against the man who had owned me for a week.
We had scented the bath with jasmine oil, and the floral scent permeated the air around us, and I was waxing poetical on my theory of literature.
“You should meet my son,” Edward said wryly.
“Why?” I watched his hand raise over my body and pour water on me again. “Does he hold an idealistic view of books as well?”
“Well, he is idealistic, but more to the point, he is full of passion like you.”
“Does he like Maritza?”
“Oh yes,” Edward’s voice held a wealth of meaning in its inflection. “He likes her very much. He’s keeping her company this week in fact.”
“Oh.” Then it hit me. “Is he…”
Edward simply laughed in response and poured out another handful of water, watching the droplets cling to my stiff nipple.
“Oh my.” I pondered the familial implications. “Does he know what you are doing?”
“No. Maritza and I felt it best to keep this between the three of us, though he knows we are looking to adopt.” His hand caressed my arm and then moved to cover my breast, squeezing softly.
“Hmmm.” Suddenly, I was tired of discussing the intricacies of his family unit and sat up, casting a glance at him over my shoulder.
He returned my look with a quizzical one of his own as I turned to face him. I allowed my lips to curl into a slow, heated smile, and he released a soft breath as he realized what I was after. His eyes became heavy lidded in desire.
“I had no intention of making love this evening,” he offered as his eyes traveled my wet, glistening form.
“I know,” I said, climbing into his lap. I massaged his member in the heated water. It didn’t take much encouragement for it to grow and stiffen in my palm. “This is what I want.”
I dragged the blunt, smooth head through my folds, enjoying the sensation of skin on skin. Raising myself up, I positioned his cock at my tender entrance, thinking of all the times we had connected like this over the week. This instance was just for us, not for a baby, not because he had won an auction, but simply because it was what we wanted. I slid slowly down his thick erection, feeling every inch spread inside me. Edward leaned his head back and closed his eyes as I took charge. His damp arms rested on the side of the tub while my hands braced against his shoulders. I raised and lowered myself, feeling his dick probe the soft, tender places inside me, and let out a soft purr of pleasure.
“Oh, Jane,” he murmured. “You feel so good, so tight, so plush.”
His hands circled my waist, urging me to move faster. The soft lapping of the water against the side of the tub turned to crashing waves as our bodies churned together, riding higher and higher. I leaned forward and planted a soft kiss at the hollow where his neck joined his shoulders, the salty tang of his sweat on my lips. My tongue peeked out, kittenish, to lap at the taste. The headier, muskier scent of our bodies joined the light, flowery scent of the bath oil as I took him into me again and again. I cried out suddenly as he tugged my hair, the sharp, quick pain adding spice to our pleasure. I could feel my channel grip him in excitement and I arched my body, driving my hips into his. Something about the positioning was just right, hitting the right spot, and I wanted more, I wanted all of him, and I wanted it now.
“Oh yes,” I hissed, my hands dropping to his chest, the nails tangling in the coarse tufts of chest hair. “I want this.”
He groaned beneath me and I could feel the hard length of him start to swell inside me. I reached down and gripped the base of his shaft, using a trick I had read about in Cassie’s books. His eyes flew open as I prolonged his erection by fending off his orgasm. And then I rode him like a prized bull, driving his shaft over and over inside me until I spasmed around him, then I released my fingers. He groaned and pumped up into me in short, sharp jerks as my pussy milked him, the silken walls undulating down the length of him.
“God, yes,” he ground out as the tell-tale twitching inside me signaled his release. I dropped my head so he wouldn’t see the small smile of victory play across my lips. I felt so powerful, and I loved it. Perhaps there was a harlot inside me after all.
W sat there for several minutes, coming down from the rush of orgasm. Our final connection had been the most intense, I thought as I lifted myself from the tub, aware of his dark eyes on my body. Even after such an intense session, he still wanted me, and I had left him with something to blow his mind.
We dried off separately and silently, and then dressed, I in pajamas, he in his suit. He gave me a soft kiss on the lips, collected his suitcase, and left. I stood there in the silence of my apartment, alone for the first time in a week. It was, I realized, a completely odd, yet completely appropriate ending to my week.
I made myself another cup of tea, and then called Cassie.
“So, are you pregnant?” Trust Cassie to be blunt.
“I won’t know for a week or two yet, “ I sighed, sipping the hot liquid in front of me.
“What did you do this week? Read?”
“Cassie,” I said, my lips curving upwards, “you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
Needless to say, the week was a success. Edward knocked me very firmly up. I did spend time with both Edward and Maritza and eventually decided to join the unique familial structure. Maritza and I became almost-sisters, and we raised the baby together. I even got to meet the mysterious son, James, and spend quality time with him. But that, as they say, is another story for another time.
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