I left her lips to take one of her nipples into my mouth, her milk burst forth on my tongue, and she screamed. I felt the last vestige of whatever hang-ups I may have been holding onto leave me when she dug her nails into my ass and lifted her pussy harder onto my cock, fucking herself wildly, lost in the throes of mindless passion.
When I came this time, it was with the sole intent of planting my son or daughter inside her. And when I fucked her again less than ten minutes later after not pulling out of her between rounds, I whispered my intent in her ear.
Giselle
I’m so confused. I want so badly to ask him what happened between him and Dana after I left the study. I was sure that she’d convince him that I was at fault, that she’d get him to see me in the same light as her, but his actions since she left are leaving me with more questions than answers. He hasn’t even brought up what happened today. Hasn’t asked me about my conversation with her and has been acting as if the last few days hadn’t happened.
Confused might be too tame a word for what I’m feeling, but I have bigger worries on my mind as if that’s not enough. I know I gave too much away with my reaction to his whispered words, but I wasn’t prepared, and even now, as I lay in the comfort of his arms, I can’t make sense of it. What did he mean ‘give me another child?’ Those words had melted me inside, but now with the heat of passion slowly drifting away, common sense is rearing its head in the aftermath.
Was I wrong for letting things come this far? Should I have said or done something differently? I know that there’s no way that I can stay. Not unless I want to bring that ugliness to his life as well. I’d made up my mind long ago to endure the hell that is the monster on my own. But now I’m faced with another decision that I never expected to have to make.
The thought of leaving my child behind when I leave this time around, which I have no doubt I’ll have to, makes me sick to my gut. But I know deep down inside that it might be what’s best for him. Calen will no doubt take very good care of our son. After these last few days, my eyes have been opened to the fact that that’s what’s best all around, as hard as it is to swallow.
That’s why I’ve selfishly been hanging around here all this time, pushing the envelope as I try to steal just one more day with my family, the only family I truly want, but the one I cannot have. I bit into my lip to staunch the flow of tears I felt threatening. I can give Calen no explanation for them, not after the beautiful way in which we’d just made love.
It felt like old times, even better, and I satisfied myself with the knowledge that I’ll have the memory of this night to take with me when I leave. It will be the only thing keeping me warm for the rest of my life. “What is it?” I held my breath at his question. How did he know that something is bothering me? I’ve been so careful not to give myself away, going so far as to keep my back turned in the dark.
I started to brush him off, but then his arms came around me, and I turned and buried my face in his neck as I fought back the deluge of tears that I know once given free rein, might never stop.
CALEN
I bit back the questions that were burning a hole in my tongue, not quite sure for the first time since I made the decision to do things this way if I was going about this in the right way. Should I tell her that I know some of what is going on? Should I show my hand now? Or should I carry on as I’d planned to? The only thing holding me back from opening up to her at this point before I had all my ducks in a row is the fact that she’d run once before.
Obviously, my little fool did not think that I could protect her keep her safe, so she ran. Her fear of Ann Winthrop