Vixen in Vegas (Sinful Novellas) (28 page)

“Careful,” I begged. “I love this dress. I picked it for you.” He slowed his fingers some, his movements less jerky, more assured. Instead of allowing the dress to pool around my ankles like so many before, he let me step out of it and then he hung it over the chair in the corner of the room.

Smiling, I waited for him to come back to me. All I had left was a teeny tiny thong that I really considered disposable. He didn’t disappoint. It was soon ripped off my hips thrown in an opposite direction. It was my turn to undress him. The buttons on the shirt were undone, one by one, until his mounting frustration was evident in his growls.

I dropped to my knees before him to remove his pants. Sure, I didn’t need to. My hands knew how to remove them while standing, but where was the fun in that when I could have the perfect view of his cock springing free from his boxers if I was planted on the floor in front of him.

The moment I had his khakis off, and his boxers were lowered, I took his throbbing erection in hand…and then in mouth. When I was confident I had it good and lubed from head to base, I pushed him back ever so gently on the bed.

The tattoo on his chest gave me a good deal of pleasure. No outsider would understand the significance of it, but we did. That’s what mattered. I straddled him for a moment before I had teased him into my vagina as far as our bodies would allow. I sat, proudly impaled on him, willing and eager to do all the work so that he could reap the reward without suffering through any task that might just hurt his heart. We were so close to treatment that I wasn’t taking any risks.

Love was a big enough gamble. I didn’t want to factor in his health and destroy the balance, alter the odds. This man was the house. The house always wins. More than anything, I wanted him to beat this, to be around for as close to forever as humans were allowed.

Without warning, he flipped me onto my back, knotted his hands in mine and pressed into me. My hips rose to meet him.

“This is our first married sex, gorgeous. Let’s make it memorable,” he murmured into my ear as he licked his way down my neck. His teeth grazed my skin only heightening my level of excitement.

Without hesitation, I kissed him on his new tattoo then licked and teased his nipple. He growled in satisfaction, which had me turning my attention to the other one. It didn’t take him but a moment before was returning the favor. My breasts are my favorite erogenous zone; couple that with the way he was grinding against me, rubbing my clit just right and I was completely on fire. Every bit of me was going up in flames for this man.

“Can you come for me, baby,” he murmured. “Tell me you’re close, Sin. I’m so close; I don’t know if I can hold out for you.”

When he gave me that kind of warning, I knew I wasn’t close enough. Shaking my head, I said, “You go.” There’s no one else in the world I would have been that selfless for. It was as though he knew.

Pulling out, he shoved a couple of fingers inside me while he worked my clit with his tongue. Instantly, the pressure was building. I could feel that I was suddenly much closer than I had been only moments before. Ben knew it, too. Soon, he had removed his fingers and was slamming back into me.

“How about now?” He asked with a smirk.

Nodding, I was pleased to feel his pace quicken slightly. The intensity had me whimpering. Moments later, he exploded within and my muscles contracted around him harder than ever before.

There was nothing left to say in that moment, but the obvious. “I love you, Sin,” he murmured.

“Oh, Ben,” I whispered. “I love you more.”

That’s what I had taken to calling the journal that they made me keep here. That’s how it works with these studies. They like to know how we feel, what we think. They measure the impact on our minds as much as they measure the impact on our bodies.

If I seem anxious, if I seem rushed and impatient, then that would be completely accurate. I haven’t seen Sin in close to four weeks. She had to go home, my home, our home. It made me smile to think like this.
Ours
. With any luck, this time apart will mean that there is another ‘ours’ in the works.

True to her word, Sin started working on getting pregnant the minute we stepped off the plane. She met with the fertility clinic here and explained our situation. I was busy getting started on my own treatment, so I wasn’t there, but I can absolutely imagine how that conversation went.

Damn, I love that woman. She told me that they had reservations about giving her any fertility drugs. I asked her how she had convinced them to reconsider.

“Simple,” she said, “I reminded them that we were paying for this. I reminded them that it was my body. Then I reminded them that we had one shot at this, I had to make the most of it. So, they prescribed Clomid. And since I started bleeding today, the drugs will start in five days. I’ll have to take them days 5 through 9 of my cycle.”

“Then what?” I had asked out of concern. I pretty much knew where this was headed. I guess I just needed to hear her say it.

“Well, day twelve is the ultrasound where we start counting our eggs before they burst forth. It’ll be fun!” She joked.

My mood was fast deteriorating. “Then what?” There was no sperm for her here. She would be California bound in no time, long before me. How was I going to survive this time apart? She had become my lifeline, my sanity, my whole world.

“So,” she said slowly, “if I’m ovulating, we send me home to get inseminated. I’ll be there to pick you up from the airport.” She smiled brightly at me, but I could see in her face that the distance was going to bother her, too.

Aside from the distance, I was worried about the Clomid itself. I had argued with her about taking fertility drugs. I’d have had to live under a rock to not know about the side effects. “Aren’t you worried about multiples?” I asked her.

“Worried? Nah. You’ll be here to help me. We never fail when we work as a team,” she reminded me. Then she leaned in and kissed the tip of my nose.

It was as close as she could get. I was wired to everything known to man and had multiple IV drips running into my body. Still, I was a little surprised she hadn’t tried to weave her way through the tubing to get to me. It was unlike her.

Her drugs were ordered right away. By the time we had been here a week, we were quite the pair. I was worn out. I soon grew puffy from the steroids. Only while that was where my side effects ended, hers extended to nausea, too. It hurt me watching her walk around in such agony, but would you believe she never complained?

“Oh, babe, I’m so sorry you aren’t feeling well,” I said on multiple occasions.

She would simply shake her head. “I want this. We want this. And if you can be brave and try something new, so can I.”

Having her around was like a constant breath of fresh air. Sin had a way of making everything seem better, easier, and more doable. When I heard that I would be there for six weeks of treatments, I was crushed, until Sin pointed out that it was a really short period of time if it meant we had a lifetime together.

Then came the bad news. Day twelve. The ultrasound. We counted. There were lots of potential eggs. If they all dropped and all were inseminated, we’d be having a litter. Worse, she would have to go back to California for the procedure. Yes, we’re the only couple who makes a baby on separate continents with an ocean between us. Eh, we’ll have stories to tell.

The one bright spot was that the clinic made a special exemption for us. They postponed my morning treatment; they gave us some alone time before we left the facility. “Come closer,” I said to Sin. She wore her worried look, the one that had taken up residence on her face as of late. “l need to tell you something,” I began as I reached for her hand to tug her close. In preparations for our departure, I had been unhooked from everything. It felt like freedom from this medical prison. What I was about to do…felt like a conjugal visit.

Oh, but I wanted Sin to know how much I love her. I wanted her to know that I was devoted to her, to us, and our mutual projects. There was one way I knew how to do that. She was wearing a long flowing sundress.

“I swear you did this to torture me,” I teased her, running my hand over the spaghetti strap.

“Hey, I just wanted to look pretty for you one last time. As I recall you really liked this dress…around my ankles,” she joked.

Gripping the straps, I slid them off her shoulders. “Still do,” I murmured as I pulled the dress lower on her. I was sitting on the bed while she stood in front of me. The minute her perky breasts were exposed, I leaned forward, wrapped my arms around her waist, and licked and sucked on one lazily for a moment as I savored every aspect of her.

I could hear her moaning in pleasure. Looking up at her I said, “Don’t mind me, babe. Just making a memory.” Then I sucked harder, loving the feel of her hardened nipple as my tongue tormented it. “You smell so good,” I murmured.

“It’s that perfume you bought me in Grand Turk,” she managed to whisper.

Chuckling, I said, “No, the natural smell of you, the taste of you.” Slowly, I slid one hand down her hip, over her buttocks, until I was able to slide it up her thigh until I found her thong. It was one of my favorite string ones. I expended very little effort in slipping a finger past that lace patch and right into her wet pussy.

Throwing her head back, she let out a whimper. “Oh, Ben,” she murmured, “I love you. Only you for always.”

Lying back, I moved her, tugged her to me, onto me, until I had her where I wanted her…straddling my face. She moved to try to touch me, but I was firm. “No. This is for you and you alone.”

So I went by feeling and judged by her reaction. I sucked and licked. I teased her clit. I could feel her, hear all of her tells. She was close. I reached up and teased her nipples with my fingers and massaged her with my palms, until finally she shuddered, whimpered, and came.

“Only you for always, Sin,” I reminded her as I held her one last time.

She pulled her clothes back on. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. Then there was the knock on the door that signaled the end of our time together. So, I went to the airport with her to see her off. As goodbyes go, ours was pretty intense.

“Nearly four weeks,” I told her. “I don’t know if I’ll have the strength to go through this without you. Why don’t I just go home with you now?”

“Ben, you know that this isn’t long enough to see a result. Give it just another couple of weeks. We’ll take it from there. Next time we see each other, I could very well be pregnant with your child.” She smiled at me and held me while I sat in my wheelchair. It wasn’t quite necessary, the wheelchair, but close.

Since I didn’t want her sad or jeopardize her pending insemination in any way, I stayed. I stayed and made sure the last time she saw me, I had a smile on my face, just as I made sure to leave her with a smile on hers.

We talked every day. Every. Day. It was no small task. We were nine hours apart. So, when it was 2am here, it was 5pm the day before there. Mostly, I would try to call her via Skype when it was mid morning there so it was evening here. I wanted her to get plenty of rest.

When we talked after our first few days apart, she had just been inseminated. “What was that like? I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you, Sin.” I told her. “I’m supposed to be there. That’s the way it’s done.”

“Babe,” she said, “We married after knowing each other only a few weeks. When have we ever done anything the way it’s supposed to be done. We do things our way. I like it.”

“Did it hurt?” I asked. I knew that if anyone would be honest with me, I could count on that from Sin.

“Some. Still does. They had to go in through the cervix. I was told to expect mild cramping.” She sighed. I could see the pain on her face as she lay in our bed, surrounded by mounds of pillows. “I wouldn’t call this mild, but it is what it is.”

She smiled at me then…a smile that lit up my heart. “I have a piece of you in me,” she said happily. “With any luck, we’re making a baby as we speak.”