"I browsed the internet and I think I found the best technique to get you pregnant in just one try. Well, this would count as a second try but you get the drill."
Feeling a little startled by the sound of that familiar voice, Beth closed her eyes and touched the corner of her lips with the tip of her tongue, then she drew in a deep breath through her nose before slowly letting it escape pass her lips.
She did that as an attempt to deal with the surprise of the interruption of her shower, but in her current mood it didn't work.
Her heart was beating hard and for some reason he stomach started to hurt a bit.
"I think I'm going to try it…"
Opening her eyes and finding a wall mocking her in return with the plain sight of its slippery white tiles, the woman known as the Glamazon around the WWE Universe ran a hand down her face and then turned around to turn the shower off.
Once that was done, she grabbed for a towel to wrap around her body, slid the glass shower door open so she could take a peek out and found Phil there.
He was sitting over the closed lid of her toilet bowl and looking fully concentrated on the task at hand, which seem to be checking the internet through his iPhone.
"You are early." She said, trying to use a sweet tone, but if she had to be completely honest she had to admit that she was a bit exasperated; especially since he took the liberty of using the spare key she gave him in case of an emergency to get himself in and straight into her bathroom.
Not that Phil noticed, as soon as he heard her voice he just smiled, looked up briefly and then shrugged before going back to look at his phone. "Really?"
Blinking slowly, Beth refrained from replying; but yes, he was early as she hadn't been expecting him for at least another hour. And really, if she would have known that he would be there so early, he definitely wouldn't have caught her in the shower.
Now… Phil catching her unprepared was not exactly what got her feeling moody in the first place, but it was just that for the last two weeks she had been dealing with a few issues and as a result she was feeling edgy.
The first of those issues was of course finding out that she was not pregnant; just thirteen days prior to that day she got her period and ever since she has been feeling a mix of emotions that didn't settle with her so smoothly.
Sure, since day one she knew that there was a high possibility that she wouldn't achieve her goal on first try buy she still has been hoping to get good results.
But she didn't, and that she had to go to Phil to break the news to him and then plan another date for round number two has been a little stressful for her.
Then it was her mom questioning her methods, Natalya's continuous remarks about how she and Phil needed to 'do it' at least three days a week to increase their chances and that call of her aunt asking her why she couldn't find a good man to marry that could provide her with a house full of children instead of asking some weird looking guy to do the 'favor' to her…
That last one has been the worst of all, especially since she never told that aunt of her plans and that lead her to believe that her mom has ranted about her plans to more than one member of her family.
So yeah, it has been a stressful two weeks, and that was without mentioning the talk she had with Stephanie McMahon and her soon to be over position in the Divas' roster…
Pursing her lips and sliding the shower glass door even more, the blonde stepped out of the shower and hoping to go by unnoticed by the Chicago native, she started to walk on barefoot out of the bathroom.
She was at her house, so with an easy that she wouldn't have found anywhere else she just went ahead into her bedroom.
Her plan was to change quickly and at least make herself more presentable… brush her hair, put some clothes on… definitely some deodorant and yeah, maybe a touch of lips gloss; but since Phil followed her close behind she just strengthened her hold on the towel and turned around to stare at him.
He has walked after her without really looking; he was engrossed with whatever he was doing with his phone and Beth took that moment to really look at him while standing inside her sanctuary.
He was wearing his Colt Cabana's shirt, faded blue jeans, sneakers and that ugly cap he liked to wear everywhere he would go; there was also a light stubble covering his jaw and cheeks, letting her know that he had shaved like three days ago and then just gave up on dealing with facial hair for a while…
Overall he was looking his regular self, even in his laid back attitude. Seeing him like that reminded her of the day she told him she didn't get pregnant; she has been a little crushed even when she didn't let it show, but Phil, he just told her that they would try it again and even joked saying that he was going to ask his ol' good friend Chris Irvine for some tips on how to get the job done.
Her immediate answer has been no, she didn't want Chris or any other of the guys to know that she had asked Phil to do her the favor, as her aunt so rudely told her; his answer was too late, as he already told Colt.
But all that was the past, and in this present she couldn't help but to feel antsy. Yeah it was not their first time 'doing it' but it was still weird. Just the thought of getting things started with Phil made her feel out of her element and she just didn't know how to get things going.
Should she drop the towel and hope he would take interest? Should she just tell him to get in the bed so they could start? She just didn't know…
Last time had been horribly awkward and she feared that this time would be the same. Especially the after match; she still had problems looking him in the eye just with the memory of what they did so how could she deal with a second round?
Clearing her throat and feeling too exposed standing there in nothing but a towel to cover her nakedness, Beth shifted the entire weigh of her body to her left foot and then she blew out a breath.
"You know, I told the Doctor that we were going to try things naturally again and he said that it was good. But he still would want to see you and do a sperm count." After saying that she chewed hard on her lower lip and held her breath.
Tilting his head up to look at her, Phil flashed her a half crooked grin and then he snorted. "A what?"
Feeling her cheeks flush, Beth looked down and shrugged. "A semen analysis; he said it's not required but if it turns out that you have low sperm count then the chances of me getting pregnant are going to be lower."
"I think my semen is fine so I'll pass on this jerking off in a cup so a Doctor can do God knows what with it." He said getting a bit serious and maybe even annoyed.
Breathing in, looked up to the ceiling of her bedroom and then replied. "It was just a passing suggestion, you don't need to bite my head off."
"Well then don't go questioning my manhood. Is that what you talked with the Dr. in your last visit, how I didn't get the job done because a nonexistent problem with my semen?"
At those words, Beth did a double take, opened her mouth to reply and then shut it back close. That was not what she wanted to imply, not at all and it was ridiculous that he would say so. This had nothing to do with his oh so precious manhood, she just wanted to cover all the bases to make her pregnancy happen.
"That's not what I said, Phil." She said darkly.
"Well it sounded that way to me." He said with a bitter chuckle as he folded his arms to his chest while eyeing her down.
Uff, why did he had to be so damn stubborn by shutting out every of the things she suggested. He said a big rotund no to the In Vitro and now it was another no the sperm count. Yeah he was doing enough by at least trying to get her pregnant but couldn't he see that by doing so he was only making her feel more stressed?
Not only did she had the self-imposed goal of getting pregnant but to top that off she had to deal with the pressure of having to ask her best friend to make it happen by sleeping with her.
No woman liked to ask for 'favors' and this felt like it.
"You know…" Snorting and turning around, Beth walked to her closet and pulled out of the hanger the first shirt she found and then made it to her drawers to pick up some underwear. "You don't have to do this just because I asked you to."
With that said and being careful that the towel wouldn't fall, Beth put on her panties and pursed her lips.
She was kind of expecting Phil to either say that yes, he has been feeling obliged to do it or just walk out of her house never to talk about the subject ever again; but instead of doing that, her friend walked to her and putting both hand to her hips, he pressed to her back.
"Beth," He said in a much kinder voice. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to, you know that."
Blowing out a breath of relief and bringing her hands to her face, the New Yorker threw her head back and then shook it. "I know… I know, and I'm sorry… I just feel too stressed about this."
"You do sound stressed." He said, moving his hands along her body and resting them over her shoulders.
Last time he touched her way more intimately than that but for some reason, this made her swallow hard.
"That's because I am…"
She said in a whisper while closing her eyes, feeling the way his fingers started to massage her shoulders with the sightless of pressures.
It felt nice, but as much as she tried to put her mind in blank, it was impossible for her to do so with him so close…
His hands were alternating between her shoulders and the back of her neck, his groin was almost touching her from behind and she could feel his chin hovering somewhere above her head while he looked down.
It was enough to make her feel nervous about their upcoming encounter and biting on the inside of her cheek, she tried to go with the flow…
Keeping an unusual silence, Phil continued doing his work until Beth started to relax a little, but then she felt the way he lowered his hands back to her hips while pressing his lips to her hair and her heart started to beat with renewed force.
"Better?" He asked turning her around so she could face him.
Nodding but not sure if it was really better, Beth opened her eyes and smiled weakly. "Kind of-"
At her response, Phil hummed and taking his hands away from her, he turned around and sat in a corner of her bed.
Beth just watched him, and when he motioned her to go to him she did it without thinking.
Once standing in front of him, she tried to alleviate the mood by taking his cap off and throwing it away. "I don't know why you always wear that."
He shrugged, running a hand through his untamed hair. "Partially to hide this, I don't like going around looking like an oversize Alfalfa. I heard women don't dig that."
Rolling her eyes, Beth was going to reply that remark, but before she could even open her mouth, Phil grabbed the edges of her towel and pulled it open.
Now she hadn't been expecting that, but this was the reason why he came into her room in the first place and well, now that he was there and she was ovulating, they might as well go on with the program.
"Yeah, let's get started with this… you probably have a lot of thing to do tonight so yeah…"
Placing both hands to the curve of her waist and pulling her closer, Phil leaned forward and kissed her above the navel.
"Why, we haven't even started and you are already kicking me out? That's not nice, Liz…"
Blinking rapidly and watching as he started to move his lips up her stomach and to her ribcage, the former Divas champion automatically lifted one of her hands and placed it over his head.
Her fingers twitched to run through his dark locks, but they remained in place without moving and when his lips finally reached her breast, she bit hard on her lips.
His tongue felt warm and nice running against her skin and as a way to distract herself from the liquid warm sensation that rushed to her groin, Beth cleared her throat and finally gave into the impulse of moving her fingers though his hair.
"Once again putting words in my mouth; I'm not kicking you out, I just don't want you to feel obliged to stay here after…"
"My flight back home leaves tomorrow morning so I'm all yours for the night." He said before using his teeth to tug lightly at the hard peak of her nipple before lapping at it."
"Oh okay," She said, not really knowing if that meant that he was going to stay over.
Not that it would be a first because every time the WWE would visit Buffalo he would stay there at her place. But on those occasions he would stay in her guest bedroom and if Natalya and her boyfriend Tyson were there too, he would take the couch.
Now it could be different, he would probably just sleep in her bed and then they would wake up together and very naked and wouldn't that be weird?
Moving his away so he could give the same attention to her other breast, Phil lowered his hands and placed them on top of her bottom, then ever so slightly, he started to pull her silk panties down.
She helped him get rid of them, and even though she was feeling over exposed, she managed to stand there without flinching.
There, she was as God brought her to this world, only that there were a set of lips attached to the flesh of her breast, a tongue worrying her nipples and two hands running up and down her back. There was also a wetness soaking her privates that God would probably disapprove of but since she wasn't overly religious, she didn't even mind.
Too bad that it would be more difficult to get him going and considering that it was crucial for him to get an erection, she decided that she needed to do her part.
"Do you want me to help you with that?" She asked meekly, taking a step back and then grabbing his hand to make him get up to his feet.
He complied, getting up in silence and standing there while looking down at her. Not that she saw his olive green orbs on her, her own eyes were focused on his light blue shirt and not his face and it was only because she could actually feel the intensity of his stare on her that she knew.
What was he thinking?
She had no clue, but since he wasn't making any move to encourage her, she decided to act before her resolution could dissolve. So with that in mind, she pulled at his shirt over his head and threw it away, and when that was done she went to work with his belt.
Taking that one off too and going to work his zipper, her fingers brushed against the undeniable proof of his desire and she blushed, looking up at him and holding her breath.
It was ridiculous, hard as he was, she just touched him through the thick fabric of his pants and with the back of her hand that was it. Hadn't he put it in her last time? Touching him was supposed to mean nothing…
Ah, but last time she hadn't touch it… hell, she hadn't even looked at it so there was a sense of novelty to it…
"Do you want me to help you with that?" He said in a bemused tone of voice and without waiting for a reply he undid the zipper, kicked off his sneakers and then he pulled the jeans AND his boxers down his legs until they were tossed away; then he tilted his head to the side while looking at her through darkening, sparkling eyes.
"Well thank you," She said in her best cheerful tone, still blushing and feeling the weight of the moment fall on her shoulder.
They were naked, aroused and a step away from the bed… this was going to happen and in a weird kind of way she wanted it to happen and not only so she could get pregnant.
Call her a pervert or whatever, but she wanted to feel his hands on her, she wanted to kiss him and most definitely she wanted to feel him inside of her.
And what could she say, she wasn't made out of stone, what ran through her veins was blood and little as it was, what had already happened in that room had the precious liquid boiling and rushing straight into her groin.
Without taking his eyes from hers, Phil grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer, so close that his erection ended up cradled between her stomach and his body.
"What about now, still stressed out?" He asked and his voice was a low raspy whisper lost in the air that made her tremble.
"Yes… definitely."
Snorting, Phil reached for her hair and undid the clasp she used to tie it up for her shower, letting it fall freely down her naked back; then he took a step back, sat on the bed once again and brought her down with him.
Letting him guide her through, Beth climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and now feeling his erection pressing against her core. Sure, the angle was all wrong for it to slide inside but she could feel the harness of him against her.
Closing her eyes and taking a step of her own, Beth leaned forward and pressed her lips to his mouth. At first it was just that, two set of lips brushing against each other; but then he angled his head to the left, she moved hers to the right and almost as if they had done it many times before, she parted a way for him and allowed him inside.
Phil took what she gave and as soon as the gap was provided he pushed his tongue in and searched for hers. Upon that first contact, she sighed into his mouth and sliding her hands up his face, she reached his hair to bury her fingers there.
With their tongues melting together, Phil put his own hands into motion and ran a finger down her spine. That right there made Beth tremble once again and she kissed him harder, pressing her body even more into him while his hand started to wander through her back and eventually down her ass.
It was then when the crazy notion that they were making out hit her hard. And really, they didn't need to engage in foreplay to get what they came looking for, they just needed to get on with it until he ejaculated… yeah it sounded crude but that was all she needed.
She didn't need the kisses or the touching or the building desire that was running all over her… she just needed his sperm.
Pulling away from the kiss and feeling her cheeks burning and her lips swollen, Beth looked at him and swallowed hard.
"Phil…" She said, but when no words came out she slapped her face and breathed in.
"What?" He asked, but instead of waiting for a reply he moved his lips to the underside of her jaw and started to kiss a path to her throat.
What was it what she was going to say anyway? She could barely remember while feeling his lips and tongue moving along her skin while his fingers kneaded the naked flesh of her behind. After all, he didn't feel like a sperm machine but more like a man that was making her feel all kinds of warm inside.
Okay, warm was an understatement, she was feeling like she was boiling, and considering that they still have to go through the main course, she was seeing herself already doomed.
Shifting a little and making sure that this time his throbbing erection was in place, she lifted herself a little until the tip of him was right where it needed to be. But Phil held her in place and prevented her from impaling herself to him just yet.
"What, what is it?" She asked a bit worried.
"Shhh, just relax." After saying that, he kissed her lips briefly and ever so slowly, he started to ease her down to his shaft.
Closing her eyes and holding down a gasp, Beth felt as inch by inch of his manhood started to fill her in, stretching her in the most delicious of manners until he was all the way in.
"Jesus, Beth…" Once settled in, Phil hissed, his hands reaching for her ass once again so he could start moving her against him, making her go almost all the way out, and then pushing hard into her once again; drawing out, and then back in…
Loving the way he felt moving within her and loving even more the way he was biting hard on his lips while he had his way with her, Beth moved her face to his and started to kiss him long and deep.
She just loved it, in that position he was reaching places he missed in their previous time and unable to bite it down she moaned into his mouth.
That seemed to add more fuel into him and he increased his rhythm, his hands pressing harder and his kiss becoming more insistent.
During their friendship, she never dared to imagine how Phil acted behind closed doors… yeah, sometimes her mind wanted to wander there but she always brushed the thoughts away before they could even form inside her head.
But even if she had imagined it, she wouldn't have guessed how perfect he felt; she wouldn't have imagined that his kisses tasted like grape bubble gum, that his tongue was an expert when it came to master hers or that his skin felt so good to touch. She wouldn't have imagined that he was a breast man, that his hands were a perfect fit to cradle her ass and that his member could reach to such amazing places inside of her…
Feeling her control starting to slip, Beth pulled away from the kiss and threw her head back, moment that Phil took to let out a moan of his own.
"Fuck," He panted. "Would it be bad if I tell you that I don't want to cum just yet?" Before Beth could tell him not to stop because she was close, Phil swirled her around and made her lay on her back.
He did it without pulling off, but a second after Beth could feel him sliding out of her and she tried to sit down.
"What are you doing?" She asked almost in frustration. Sure, getting her off wasn't a must, but she has been so close…
Shutting her up with a kiss, Phil pushed her back down and when she was laying flat, he moved his lips down. He kissed her chin, her shoulders, her breast once again and then he made to her tense stomach.
Once there and staring at her ceiling, Beth stopped breathing, anticipating what was coming but not really believing it… but then it did happen; he ran his tongue down the bone of her hip, dragged it down to her pubic area and then taking hold of one of her legs and pulling it away he descended his mouth into her and kissed her right there where she was more sensible.
Moaning brokenly, Beth covered her mouth with her hand and closed her eyes. What Phil was doing on her was too much, his tongue was circling around her opening, he was sucking lightly on her tender bundle of nerves and the way his tongue ring was being dragged all over her was just making her feel wanton and out of herself.
This was going a step forward… it was just too much and she couldn't get enough of it.
"God, Phil…" She moaned his name, her momentum reaching its peak as he feasted on her.
Then, in a matter of nothing her orgasm hit her hard and trembling and burying her hand into his hair, her hips darted forward as his tongue plunged right into her.
It all happened in a blur, but she was very aware when he stopped lapping at her to slide up her body and between her legs.
What he did next he did it quickly, he slid back into her and because she was still feeling sensible and tender after reaching her climax, she clung hard to him and tried to bite down on her moaning.
But it was kind of hard, having him fuse with her while she was still riding her passion down proved to be too much and not only did a few moans escape her, but they mingled with his soft growls and the sound was like music to her ears.
Searching for her mouth to kiss, Phil began to move erratically, his thrusts were more harder and desperate now and then he just mumbled something about being close and that was it; with Beth moving her hands down his ass to urge him to keep going while whispering a few words of encouragement in his ear that would definitely make her blush later or, he groaned and then started to fill her with his warm seed.
Wrapping her legs around him and taking all he had to give, Beth pressed her lips hard against him and kissed him.
He didn't reciprocate at first, but when he started to come back into his senses, he pushed his tongue pass her lips and kissed her like it was meant to be.
For a while that was all they did, kiss while still being one. But then he ended the kiss and grinned.
"I used the technique so it's guaranteed that I got you pregnant this time."
Arching an eyebrow, Beth still holding him close, Beth blew out a breath. "And what was that technique?"
"Couldn't you tell? I tensed my ass when I was cumming."
Unable to help it, Beth moved her head to the side and laughed at that.
"What? I read it works."
Still laughing, Beth shook her head, watching out of the corner of her eye that he was just there; hovering over, still inside of her and smiling one of his rare smiles.
And she should feel weird about it because realistically speaking, what they did was quite an experience. But somehow she didn't feel weird, she was just spent and aching deliciously after their lovemaking.
"You know, this of making babies is quite nice."
"Hmmm," She mumbled, looking at him and smiling at the look he was giving her. By then he had slipped out of her and she could feel some of his seed leaking out; but he still remained there, pressed to her. "You think so?"
Now, to her it definitely was and this one topped their first awkward encounter. It had all the elements and if given the chance, she wouldn't mind doing it.
"Yup, and just because I don't want to disappoint, I'm going to give it another try later on… just let me recuperate here."
Biting on her lips and opening her eyes wide, Beth felt herself blushing. Sure, she just thought that she wouldn't mind another chance but still…
"Now don't look at me like that, I'm not walking out of here without getting you pregnant… or wearing myself out so yeah," With that said, he turned around and lay on his back.
Pursing her lips, Beth turned on her stomach and rested her head on his chest. He seemed like he just went to sleep so she said nothing. But then he wrapped an arm around her and closing her eyes and inhaling his scent, Beth started to drift off with him.