A little teaser chapter ;) sorry it's not as long, and I know it's been over a week since I have updated and I'm terribly sorry. I am falling behind in writing since I just started a new job and I'm working 12 hour shifts and since I'm changing from day to night shift I am constantly tired and still getting the hang of things. Please forgive me if I get behind on updates in the next couple of weeks! In the mean time here are two chapters for you to enjoy. Reviews are appreciated :)

Chapter 15

Negative.

The test is negative. I have another month with Brea, another month of a softer life, and I find myself glad.

"You know, I can't be all bad," he says as he looks at the results. "I've been taking pills to lower the chance of you getting pregnant," he admits.

"Why?" I'm shocked. Why would he do such a thing. Isn't the goal of this whole thing to make sure that I get pregnant? Why would he take the pills to make sure he didn't?

"When I found out that you've never had an orgasm then I didn't want anything to happen until I was able to do that. I owed you that much. Then when I was able to get you to, I didn't stop. I don't know why I just couldn't. Opposite of our fight I do like spending time with you. You're different. You don't fake it, or you didn't after I told you not to. Most just go along like I don't know."

As I sit there and stare at him he gives me the weirdest look. I don't know what he means by it, but no one has ever looked at me the way he has.

"Well since we haven't gotten you pregnant yet, why don't we go upstairs and give it another try?"

"But you just said that you're on pills so I don't. Do they wear off that quickly?"

"Nope." He takes my hand and leads me upstairs. I'm starting to like him better, and I'm not afraid as he undresses me. I'm not afraid to put my hands on him and unbutton his shirt and his pants. He gently undoes the robe that I'm wearing and it pools at my feet. We stand naked in front of each other, and he eyes my body with a different hunger I have not yet seen in him.

"Damn, what have you done to me," he picks me up and throws me on the bed, crawling on top of me and kissing my swollen lips.

"I promise to go easy on you this time," he whispers in my ear, then gently bites it. It illicit's a moan from my parted lifts, a small one. He shushes me and trails his fingers lightly from my lips down to my most intimate area. "I'm just getting started."

He circles around my hot spot with his fingers and I shiver. He pushes a finger inside and curls it forward, it's a nice feeling, especially since his nails are trimmed. He kisses my lips and strokes me inside. I squirm underneath him.

"Feel it baby, feel what I'm doing to you, don't fight it," he says, pushing down on my abdomen he increases the pressure of his fingers inside. His hand on my abdomen keeps me from squirming and his fingers make it hard for me to stay still. I fight to stay still but I can't as the pressure of his fingers increase.

He adds a second finger and pumps them in and out and my breathing becomes more sporadic and less controlled. I begin to quake around him and I can't control it. He flicks his tongue over my sensitive bud and I crash around him. My second orgasm with him, maybe not in a row, but he is the only one that has been able to get it out of me, and I'm relieved at how good it feels.

His fingers curl as I finish and then he positions himself at my entrance. Withdrawing his fingers, he sucks my cum off of them, and I feel that strange but oh so familiar feeling in my groin. I cry out to him and he slams into me and pumps at a fast pace. It's too fast and I don't like it.

Brea concentrates on himself, on trying not to lose it too soon, but he is going so fast, too fast, and soon he is spilling himself inside me with all the strength he has. He grunts with his release and crashes on top of me and we're both left panting on one another, the calming down of our arousal.

As I lay there with him, on top of me, I feel something. An unfamiliar feeling towards him. It's not lust, not love, but it's something close. Something very pleasant. The best word to describe how I feel towards him is peace. I feel at peace when I am with him, when he is on top of me.

Instead of him crawling off of me immediately after recovering he rolls off of me and lays beside me instead, his arms around me, his breath tickling the back of my ears. My back is to his front, and our legs are entwined. The position feels so...safe, so secure. And I never want to leave this moment.

What the hell is happening to me?