He unzipped my jeans and helped me out of them. He pulled my panties down my hips until I was as naked as he was.
He was beautiful. So beautiful.
“Tell me what you want,” I said.
“I need your touch, baby.”
I nodded. “Show me what to do. I want to please you.”
“You always please me.” He took my hand and led it to his penis.
My fingers trembled as I touched him. It was warm, so warm, as if it were made of burning embers underneath the smooth skin. Yes, it was smooth. Smooth and hot and perfect, two blue veins running over it like the marbling on his countertops in the townhome.
“Show me,” I said again.
“Grasp it. Like you’re shaking someone’s hand.”
I gripped him as he instructed.
A low groan left his throat. “God.”
“Is that good?”
“You have no idea.” He closed his eyes. “Do whatever you want, baby.”
“But I—”
He opened his eyes, meeting my gaze. “It feels good just to have you touch me.”
“Do…you want my mouth?”
“Only if you want to.”
“I want whatever you want.”
“That works perfectly, because I want whatever you want. If you want to put your mouth on me, then I want that too. But if you don’t, I don’t.”
“Except that you do.” I warmed all over. “I may be inexperienced, but I’m not naïve. I know what men like.”
“Baby…”
“Please, Brad. We’re going to be together for a long time. I need to know how to please you.”
He nodded. “Start as slowly as you need to.”
“You mean I don’t have to deep throat you this time?”
His eyes shot into circles.
I couldn’t help a laugh. “See? I know a few things. Not that I’ve ever done any of it.” Looking at Brad, I wasn’t sure any woman could ever deep throat him. He was massive.
I fell to my knees and let his dick dangle in front of me. I touched my tongue to him and swirled it over the head. Salty. And rather pleasant. When he shuddered, I knew I was okay. I could do this. I could do anything for Brad Steel.
I puckered my lips and kissed the head. He shuddered again.
Then I gripped it as he’d shown me and kissed it again.
“Fuck, baby.”
I looked up at him. His dark eyes were burning.
“Okay?” I said.
“Perfect. Except now I need to be inside you. Right fucking now.” He pulled me to my feet and set me on the bed. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Daphne? Any idea?”
I quaked beneath him. “I imagine it’s along the same lines as what you do to me.”
“Maybe. I don’t know. All I know is if I don’t get inside you right now, I’ll go insane.” He touched his fingertips to my vagina. “Thank God. You’re ready. More than ready.” He shoved his erection into me.
“Oh!” I cried as he filled me, completed me.
“I love you,” he gritted out against my ear. “I love you so damned much. No matter what, baby, I’ll always love you.”
No matter what? But I didn’t think any more about his words.
“I love you too,” I panted.
His thrusts were hard. Hard and fast. Hard and fast and perfect. For this was what I needed. This raw taking. Later, we could make slow, sweet love. Later, maybe I’d be able to give him a real blowjob. Now? I wanted to be fucked.
Yeah, fucked. I never used that word, but I understood it now. Fucking was raw. Fucking was hot. Fucking was an escape.
An escape I craved.
As he fucked me, I closed my eyes and let him take me to a new place—a happy place, a place where I didn’t have to think. Only feel.
And I felt everything.
When Brad filled that aching emptiness inside me, all the problems went away, floated off on the waves of our passion.
When he pushed into me with his final thrust, I reveled in the completeness, the joining of our bodies, the love we shared. Everything. Everything was okay when we were together.
Everything would always be okay.
Chapter Nine
Brad
Had I given her what she needed? She hadn’t come, and I felt bad about that. I also felt like a heel for wanting a blowjob from her after all she’d been through. All she didn’t know she’d been through.
“I’ll take care of you,” I whispered against her ear after I’d rolled off her.
“You did. It was perfect.”
“But you didn’t—”
“I don’t need to. I wanted the closeness tonight. I wanted you inside me. I don’t need anything else.”
“Maybe you don’t need it, but do you want it?”
She smiled. “Maybe, but my mind is back with my mom now. I’m not sure I could have a climax tonight. You gave me what I needed.”
“Are you sure? I’m happy to…”
“I know you are. You gave me what I asked for.”
“You asked me to make love to you.”
“I did, but I found out what I really needed was a good fucking. Just the two of us joined, forgetting about real life for a blissful moment. You gave me that. Now I’m back, and I need to think about where we go from here.”
“What do you mean? We go where we were always going. We get married and we have the baby. Surely you’re not reconsidering.”
“No. No, I’m not. But I didn’t think about my parents’ needs in all this, and I’m paying for that now.”
“Daphne, your mother didn’t take those pills because of you.”
She bit her lip. “Yeah, she did. She was fine until now.”
“I don’t think she was ever fine.”
“But—”
“Shh. I’ve been around depression. I told you my mother struggles as well. Don’t blame yourself for this. You have enough on your plate. You don’t deserve it.”
“I can’t help it.”
“Then blame me as well. I contributed to your condition as much as you did.”
“But we didn’t do it on purpose. You used a condom.”
I smiled and shoved a stray hair away from her eye. “That’s my point. It happened anyway. It was fate.”
“Fate,” she said softly.
Daphne had first used the word to describe our meeting, and I’d grown to believe her. Fate had a hand in it. A big hand. Any other time, a condom would have prevented pregnancy. We’d beaten the odds.
As far as I was concerned, this child was meant to be.
I kissed her forehead. “You’ve had a rough night. Go to sleep. I’ll find the guest room.”
“I’m not sure Mom put it together yet.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“No. Stay with me.”
“I’d love nothing more, but this bed is tiny.”
“I’ll lie on top of you.”
“Then neither of us will get any sleep. Besides, if your father comes home early and finds me in bed with you—”
“I’m already pregnant, Brad. What else does he think could happen?”