Escalation - Tessa Teevan Page 0,27

more.

And as if she can read my mind, my Brie puts me out of my beautiful misery.

"Rafe," she whispers. "More. I need more."

Thank the fucking Lord, my dick practically sings at her pleading voice.

More than happy to comply, I quicken my thrusts, watching as her breasts rise and fall in rapid succession. It's not long before she's compressing around me, my own imminent release rising to the surface. I slide my hand between us, slowly pressing down on her clit, satisfied as her plump lips form an “O” before she moans in satisfaction. If I were a lesser man—and I wish I were—I'd be more than half tempted to capture this moment on film. I'm in awe of her sheer beauty. Pink cheeks. Rounded, full breasts with dark-pink nipples, hard from her pleasure, sending my mind into a tailspin of what the future holds for us.

Visions of Brie holding our baby flash in my mind. Probably not the most appropriate time, but holy fuck, it hits me.

I’m going to be a dad.

We are going to be a family.

My eyes travel from her breasts down to her flat stomach. There may not be any physical signs yet, but knowing we created a life together gives me a sense of peace. Everything may work out for us. For our family. It has to. There’s no other option. A primal sense of pride explodes within me.

“Mine.”

The word escapes my lips before I can stop it. It’s not quite a growl. In fact, it’s more like a realization. Instead of drawing attention to my claim, I emphasize it by slamming into her while simultaneously working her core until she’s on the brink of her release.

Her eyes flutter shut, and though I want to demand she opens them, to see me when she comes, I don't protest. Instead, I bend down, capturing her mouth just as a moan of pleasure escapes Brie. Her hands cling to my shoulders, holding on for dear life as her orgasm racks through her. Every nerve ending in my body is electrified as she tightens around me, gripping me like a vise and sending me right over the edge with her. I continue to thrust, slowing my tempo with every passing one until I’m unmoving, still seated in her to the hilt.

When I finally come back down, I’m utterly, completely spent, but my mind is racing.

My senses are heightened, and now that Brie’s pregnant, I’m fully aware of the natural way our bodies react. Hers tightening around me, locking me in, milking me until every last drop has been released. Mine burying itself inside her, giving her all of me.

Sex. Pleasure. Procreation. All I know is that, after this experience, I will never be the same.

I only hope she can say the same.

With one last kiss, I pull back and gaze down at this beautiful woman in my bed. Her glossy eyes stare back at me, her cheeks flushed with a heated pink. Her expression, however, is unreadable, and even as satiated as I am right now, I can't push the anxiety of wondering what she's thinking back.

The room is silent save for our ragged breaths, but I can tell Brie’s mind it working in overdrive. Almost as quickly as she came, she rises from the bed and goes to the bathroom, quietly shutting the door behind her.

As I stare up at the ceiling, questions bombard my mind. Does she regret what we just did? Was this just a reprieve from her nightmares?

Not wanting to give voice to those questions, I leave the room and stalk down the hall, where I down a glass of water and try to calm my nerves.

When I return to the bedroom, I’ve convinced myself to leave her alone. That, if she still needs space, I have to give it to her. But when I see her lying in bed, I can’t help myself. I cross the room and lean down, pressing a kiss to her forehead, fully prepared to tell her goodnight and then drink my sorrows away.

Brie, however, surprises me by pulling me down on top of her then rolling us until we’re on our sides, chest to chest. Our hearts are aligned, both beating rapidly, and I wrap an arm around her waist to draw her in closer. I was ready to give her that space, but I’m even quicker to take what she’s offering.

“Raphael,” she murmurs, her sleepy, glossy eyes watching me timidly.

I can’t help the grin that crosses my face.