against her stomach, he tried to imagine all the magic that had happened below the surface. They’d done this. They’d made this. I promise, I’ll be a good father to you, he said to himself. Connor was certain the baby could read his mind. You won’t know anything like what I did.
“Hey,” Sam said softly. “Are you falling asleep down there?”
“Sorry,” he said, and kissed his way back up. “Just having a moment.”
32
Sam
Sam was over the moon. She’d spent the last few days in bed with Connor, and god it had felt good.
It was the same, yet deliciously different, in Connor’s bed. She’d been more than shocked at how happy he was with the news. When he’d undressed her just now, he’d been overly gentle.
“I’m not going to break,” she’d teased him.
In response, he’d bitten her neck and made her squeal. He’d whipped off her shorts and pulled her to a seated position. When he’d lifted her arms overhead with her blouse, he’d paused for a moment. Her wrists had been bound in his hand, and she couldn’t see anything with the shirt over her eyes.
But her mouth was free. She felt his lips on hers, and the width of his tongue as it traced her own. Naked and exposed, the cool breeze from his open window played across her breasts.
“Connor,” she said, and struggled against his hold.
She could hear the smile in his voice. “Patience,” he said.
She smiled in response, into his kiss, while he kept her arms overhead. Sam could only sense his next moves. He pulled at her lip with his teeth and wandered his mouth to her earlobe. Connor sucked at her neck while his other hand traced circles at her areolas.
Slowly, his hand moved downward. He hovered at her stomach, but kept going. Sam spread her legs eagerly, desperate to have him. He barely glanced across her clit, but it brought a shiver down her body.
“You’re always so wet,” he said, as if in disbelief. She pressed against his finger as he swept them through her folds. Bringing the warm juices to her mouth, he spread her excitement across her lips and kissed her deeply. Finally, he finished removing her blouse.
She opened her eyes as he lowered her down. Connor knelt between her legs, pulled off his own shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. Sam pulled eagerly at his thighs in an attempt to get him closer.
“Eager, are we?” he asked. He slid his length along her clit and let her wetness act as the only lubricant.
Sam arched her back. She wanted him inside her, needed him inside her. “Connor,” she started to say, but he obliged her and slid in deep. She gasped out, and he grabbed hold of her hips.
He brought her to orgasm quickly and used his thumb to manipulate her clit while he fucked her slowly. Sam squeezed at her nipples, and watched his gorgeous face as he gazed down at her. “You’re beautiful,” he told her right as she came.
He wasn’t far behind. As soon as the first wave hit her, he gave a small cry and emptied himself into her. Sam’s nails dug into his thighs. “Stay,” she said softly. She wanted to feel his hardness inside her all the way until the end.
Spent, he stretched onto his back beside her. “Thought of any names yet?” he asked.
She turned on her side and faced him. “I’ve barely had enough time to even process it as a reality.”
“How many people know?” he asked.
“Just two. Well, three now, including you.”
“Who are the other two?” he asked.
“Ellie and Aunt Mary,” she said with a shrug. “And that wasn’t even planned. Ellie just happened to Facetime me at the right time, and she knew. There’s no tricking that girl. It didn’t help that…”
“That what?”
“Well, she’d been pregnant once, too. Lost it though.”
“I’m sorry,” Connor said. “But she’s young. Are they going to try again?”
She smiled at him. “I don’t know. They weren’t exactly trying the first time. I still can’t believe it! There’s no way I even would have guessed I’d be the first of my friends to have a baby.”
“I can only imagine what my mother will say,” he said with a shake of his head. “She’ll want to start planning a shower immediately.”
“It’s way too soon to tell anyone,” she said softly. Sam traced patterns along his chest.
“It is?”
“Let’s at least wait until after the first trimester.”
“Dang,” he said. “No names, no baby shower, I thought women got all baby crazy.”
“Give me