They're not mine, but I do love getting them naked together.
Yep, *looks down* still going, and going, and going…
SPOV
"I think there's more water on the floor than in the tub, Carlos." He grinned in response, handed me some more towels and threw the sopping wet ones in a basket to be washed.
"Next time we won't fill the tub as much."
"Maybe after tomorrow morning there won't be a next time. Maybe we've already done it." I said, trying to sound like I was unaffected by that idea. In reality, I felt unsettlingly bereft. It wasn't just that sex with him was the best I ever had, though it was, it was the way we connected when we were connected. I'd never felt it that acutely before. I was going to miss that, a lot.
He stared at me for a second and cleared his throat. "Yeah, maybe." If I didn't know him so well, I'd think nothing of the blank face he was wearing right now. He wasn't relishing the idea of this stopping either.
"Do you think that should do it for this month then?" He asked as we dressed in his room.
My stomach clenched. "I was thinking again tonight, maybe tomorrow morning, just to make sure?"
"Okay." He responded quietly.
I pulled my shorts on and grabbed his hand. "You okay?"
He took a deep breath and held my gaze for a second. "Yep, fine," he insisted. He looked like he was really biting his tongue though.
"What? Don't start holding back."
He just shook his head. "Nothing. Everything's fine." He pulled me close and hugged me tight, dropping a light kiss on top of my head. "Let's go eat, give your vagina a break," he laughed and pulled me into his kitchen.
We spent the evening relaxing, watching TV. We were stretched out on his couch, Carlos' back to one end, mine to the other, legs tangled in the middle. This was how we'd watched TV since we were little. Only now, Carlos was absently dragging his fingertips up and down my calf and it was turning me on. A lot. I shifted more to my side and pulled my leg out of his grasp. He cut his eyes to me, looking a little hurt.
"It tickled." I offered with a shrug. He reached for my foot, somewhat defiantly, and brought it back to where it had been resting on his stomach and proceeded with the most orgasmic foot rub I've ever had. I had worn high heels to work today and my feet were still stiff from tottering around on four inch spikes all day long. He pressed his thumb hard into the arch in the exact spot that was bothering me the most.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," slipped out.
"There?" He pressed harder.
"Yessssss," I slurred. I was absolute mush inside, warm and completely relaxed. He moved his thumb to the ball of my foot and I moaned again.
"You make that sound when I'm inside you." He said quietly. I felt heat flood my cheeks and my eyes flew open. He was staring at my face, eyes black and mouth smiling slightly. He raised my foot to his mouth and, holding my gaze, kissed across the arch up to my ankle. I felt those kisses in a completely different spot and squirmed against the ache that was building deep inside. I was already wet from his innocent touches, now that he seemed to want to start touching in earnest, I felt ready to combust. He slowly kissed his way up my leg, stopping for a second to touch the very tip of his tongue to that sensitive spot behind my knee, and then moved up my thigh. I thought for sure he would tug my shorts off and quickly maneuver us into whatever position he'd thought up, but he surprised me by pushing my shirt up to expose only my stomach. He slowly, softly kissed just under my navel and laid his cheek there, my heart flip-flopped and my breath stuttered. My hand automatically burrowing into his thick, silky hair.
"I think you're right," he murmured. "I think that we've done it already."
I let my fingers drift down to his cheek, loving the rasp of his stubble against the tips.
"I don't know, we have to wait two whole weeks to find out and unless we're ridiculously fertile… I'm going to try my hardest to not to get my hopes up too much about it yet."
He gazed at me for a second and I saw it wash over him again. Before I could draw a breath he was over me, kissing me hard, almost desperately.
We didn't even make it to his bed this time, he took me against the wall outside his bedroom door. Hard and fast, my legs cramping from clamping around his waist. My shorts were dangling off one ankle, my top shoved up to my neck, his pants in a puddle around his feet. The vibration of his moans against the skin of my throat completely intoxicating, the feeling of his strong body moving against mine, the base of his cock grinding against my clit catapulting me into orgasm. He growled and came so hard that his legs gave out and we slid down the wall and landed in a heap.
"You okay?" I asked him.
I felt him nod and chuckle. "Yeah, just exhausted."
I clambered off of him and held my hand out, he took it and managed to get to his feet. He pulled my top the rest of the way off and yanked his off too. He wrapped his arms around my waist and urged me to the bed, lifting the blanket up and settling in with me firmly pressed to his side. I luxuriated in feeling all of him next to me, knowing that this could very well be it for us. "Goodnight, Babe. I love you." He murmured with a soft kiss.
"Love you too." I whispered.
I woke before him the next morning and watched his handsome face as he slept. He was dreaming, his eyes twitching under closed lids, a tiny smile on his lips. From our teens we had always been open with each other, talking freely about sex and relationships, but he wasn't the kind of guy to brag. I knew that he loved oral, giving and receiving, honestly though who doesn't? I had no clue how amazing he was at it. And now looking at those soft lips and knowing how dexterous his tongue was, I couldn't help but fidget against him. He stirred but didn't wake. We were in pretty much the same position as we were a few weeks ago, only now we were naked. My leg was thrown over his hip, his hand splayed on my ass cheek, and his cock hard under my thigh. I'm positive he would be feeling my wetness on his hip if he were awake. He hummed and his hand held my cheek more firmly, his fingers digging in, creating the most delicious friction. His eyes popped open and he looked surprised for a second before his eyes darkened and he rolled over me.
"Hi," he gritted before swooping down and shoving his tongue in my mouth. If I had thought that the way he kissed me last night was desperate, it was nothing to now. It was bruising and intense and so passionate that it felt like my heart was going to pound out of my chest, matching the rapid tattoo of his own pressed against me. His fingers pushed inside me a second before they were gone and I felt the blunt head of him slide all the way inside.
"Fuck… Babe," he moaned quietly. Trapping me with his eyes, he slowly pulled out and thrust back in. My hands slid down his back and my legs wound around his thighs, caging him in. He slowly surged forward and my back arched in an attempt to feel him deeper. I could feel sweat gather at the small of his back and the slow undulation of his hips pushing against mine, the flex of his ass under my palms, his forehead pressed to mine, all combined to ignite a heat inside me unlike anything I'd ever felt.
"Don't close your eyes, Babe. I need to see you." I pried my heavy lids open and gazed at him, just letting myself feel him.
It didn't take long for me to feel the beginnings of an orgasm. I don't know if it was his magnificent cock, the way he paid attention to my reactions to his touch, or the way he looked at me while he was deep inside me, maybe all of the above, but he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. From the strain on his face I knew he was just as close as I was. He slid a hand under me and tilted my hips slightly. It was like touching a match to a wick, the ensuing conflagration. A delicious heat spread through me, only intensifying when I felt him shudder and release inside me, our arms and legs tangled, breath coming in gasps and his heart still pounding against mine.
If we weren't pregnant yet, that time definitely did it.
"So, now we wait?" He asked.
"Now we wait." I lifted slightly and kissed him. "Thank-you." I whispered against his lips.
He kissed me back. "Anything," he said. I knew this to be true, besides my father, Carlos was the one man in my life that I knew I could trust with everything. It was probably why he was the only person I could think of to do this with. Granted, I never imagined this was the way we would go about doing it.
He slowly eased himself out of me and out of bed. "I'm going to take a shower, you coming?"
I almost said no, but the look on his face got me out of the bed and had my hand in his, before my refusal could come out.
As I rinsed the shampoo from his hair and felt his hands around my waist, I thought again about how profoundly I was going to miss this dimension of us. He had never been stingy with his affection in the past. But the thought of never feeling his skin against mine again made a lump form in my throat. I wrapped my arms around him and rested my cheek on his chest and allowed myself one last indulgence. He didn't say anything, just held me there until the water ran cold.
My day passed slowly, an intern submitted a proposal for a new research study that with a little tweaking we could probably find some funding for. I had lunch with Connie. I worked some more.
Around 5:00 my phone chimed a text from Carlos asking if I was coming to his hockey game. The flush of giddy warmth I felt when I saw it was from him was new. I typed out my affirmative reply, genuinely excited to see him play again. I had been so caught up with work lately that I hadn't been to one of his games since last season. He really was a very talented player and probably could have at least played in a professional minor league if he had pursued it. But he loved seeing patients and the rec league he had started with some old army buddies gave him an outlet for his athleticism.
Two hours later I was digging through my closet for my winter boots when I heard his key scrape in the front door lock. He opened the door and smiled at me before he pulled me close and went to kiss me, pulling back at the last second and kissing my cheek instead.
I wasn't ready to name the feeling that sparked.
"You ready?" He asked as he let go of my waist. "Where's your coat? It's going to be freezing at the rink."
"I just remembered that I haven't picked it up from the cleaners yet. I'll be alright like this." I had on a heavy sweater and had a scarf and gloves in my hands. He just raised his eyebrows and tugged me to his car.
"Want to go out with the guys after? They've missed you."
"Sure, it's been ages since we've all gone out."
"You should've heard Les when I told him you were coming to the game. I think he still has a crush on you."
I rolled my eyes. "He never had a crush on me, shut up."
"Babe, you forget, he says shit when you're not around that he would never say when you are."
"Yeah? Well, I'm still not interested." I watched Carlos out of the corner of my eye. Our banter felt completely normal and aside from the awkward moment around the almost kiss, I felt like we were fine. But there was an edge to his words. I know what he was doing by telling me this and he had no reason to worry. I had absolutely no intention of seeing anyone while we were involved like this. And certainly not when I was pregnant. Maybe after the baby, but even then I had a hard time picturing it.
His smile got a little wider when I said that and he slid into a parking space at the rink. He hopped out and grabbed my door before hauling his massive hockey bag out of the trunk and snatching his stick bag before I could grab it.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"I was going to help you, hello?"
"I got it."
"You're not going to be a one of those guys are you?" I asked as we made our way inside.
"What guys?"
"The ones who act like a pregnant woman is all fragile. I used to always help carry your equipment." I complained tugging on the strap of the bag.
He hoisted the strap higher and grinned triumphantly. "So, you really do think you're pregnant too, huh?"
"You're pregnant?" A voice said from right behind us. We both froze. Lester was standing barely two feet from us, gaping.
"Ummmmm."
"Wow Beautiful, I guess I should say congratulations. Who's the lucky guy?"
"Ummmmm." I had no idea what to say. We weren't going to keep it a secret, but my mother would never forgive me if I told anyone else before her. And the likelihood that we had managed to get pregnant in the last few days was slim.
I cut my eyes to Carlos and he jumped in, "You're such a nosy asshole," he joked.
He tugged off his jacket and threw it around my shoulders, "Here, hold onto this for me." Carlos grabbed Les by the shoulder and turned him around, distracting him and shoving him towards the changing rooms.
I looked to the bleachers and saw Lula waving me over. She was so pregnant that she looked about ready to pop and happier than I'd ever seen her. I sat down next to her and wondered again if I would look like her nine months from now.
AN: So, I was going to post this chapter and the next at once, but decided against it. This update, and especially the next one, can stand alone.
And, oh yeah, I had to make them recreational hockey players. Can you tell what my favorite sport is?
I have to say, it was a little emotional writing the small part in the shower, but I love how they're always there for each other.
Come on, tell me the part that stuck out for you most. I live for your reviews!
Thanks for reading,
Love,
EA xoxo
