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I broke the kiss and commented, “I haven’t even started f*cking you yet, baby, and you’re being aggressive. That’s sexy.” I let out a chuckle, especially as the blush darkened on her cheeks. She met my eyes, running her tongue over her lips and gulping.
“I may be a bit excited, James. You can go a bit faster, I will be okay. Actually, beyond okay. I want you to roughen me up just a little,” she said. Inwardly, I hoped she would be okay given how she described she was sick, but I knew she’d let me know if something was wrong.
Smirking and leaning down to steal one more kiss, I moved down to capture one of her nipples with my lips and tongue, a soft groan pouring from me as Becca gasped and squirmed beneath me. She moved her hips to match mine, wanting more.
“Mmm, keep going, James,” she gasped, her grinding only intensifying. I pressed her down onto the bed with my body, reaching up to grab her wrists when she let go of my back. I held them down above her head as I continued giving attention to her hardened nipples.
The other needed attention as well, of course, so I soon enough drew my nose across her chest and captured the other. The scent of her lust rose into the air, causing my erection to throb once more. She’d need me in her soon enough. The feeling was mutual.
I angled myself and teased at her entrance, causing a pained groan to spill from her lips. “James, I need you,” she whined, causing me to smile. I tilted my head to look up at her, shaking my head. She’d need to do more to get me in her. I was in the mood for begging.
“How badly do you need me, baby? I need to know,” I replied in a sultry tone, lust shooting through me at the thought of f*cking her soon enough. Becca groaned and squirmed, her hips moving to meet mine, trying to get me in her.
“I need you filling and stretching me, love, I need you right this damn second. I need you so, so, badly, James, please. Take me. Come on,” she gasped, her tone edged and pleading. I ran my tongue over my lips and finally reared back before penetrating her.
Becca arched her back and let out a cry of ecstasy, squirming and moving her hips to meet mine. I returned to sucking hard on her nipple, sending jolts of bliss through her and myself. I began taking her gently, not wanting to go too hard right now.
Her inner walls massaged my c*ck, causing a prolonged groan to slip from my lips. I resisted the urge to cum early, though the smell and sounds of Becca were overwhelming. Eventually, I let go of her wrists, moving my hands downward.
I used one to rub at her cl*t, which caused keeling squeals to spill from her. The other hand I used to hold her hips as her sounds grew more and more edged. “More, James. Harder, I need you harder!” she said, a demand that I was happy to meet.
I began intensifying my motions, fevered gasps and moans of my own escaping my lips as a wave of pleasure overtook me. Becca was reaching her limit, I could tell by how her body tensed up. Her cries had a certain edge to them.
“Cum for me, baby,” I said, a soft, sultry tone. After just a pause, I snarled, “Now. I demand it. Give me all of you.”
Fluid spilled from her thighs as she squeezed my c*ck, her entire body giving into her release. Right at the same time, I allowed pleasure to overwhelm me, my eyes rolling back as I let out a loud moan. I filled Becca with my warm seed, the sensation visceral and amazing.
After a pause, I withdrew from her, leaning over and leaving a soft kiss on her cheek. Afterglow was taking hold of the woman, and she opened one eye to peer at me. A happy smile settled on her face, one that was gentle. “Thank you, James,” she said. “I’d go again, but… hmm.”
I frowned, asking, “Are you alright?” At her nod, she yawned, reaching up to rub her eyes.
“I am,” she confirmed. “Just tired. Thank you, love. That was amazing.” Her smile widened. “I love it when you release at the same time as me. It makes everything even more wonderful.” She reached down and pulled the blankets over herself.
I nodded, climbing up next to her and taking her into my arms. I whispered into her ear, “I love that too. Rest, baby. I’ll be here for you.” We’d cuddle for the rest of the night, my nerves no longer shot from worrying about whether she was mad at me. Eventually, we fell asleep together, all well in the world once again, and hopefully for longer this time.
Becca.
I woke up to the smell of cooking sausage and eggs. No one was beside me in bed, I realized, which didn’t alarm me in the slightest. In fact, I smiled. James was making me breakfast. I sat up, rubbing my eyes and yawning.
My stomach rumbled, meaning this boon from James was coming right on time. Smiling, I reached over to check my phone, noting a text from Sophia. It read: ‘I’m stopping in to visit today with something important! Are you available?’
I texted back, ‘Yes, I am. Come for lunch?’ Then, I raised a brow, wondering what the important thing could be. Perhaps some new toys for the children? She wasn’t standing in as nanny anymore, but always commented how she wanted to give gifts every now and then.
While James finished up breakfast, I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. My stomach didn’t lurch again this time, thankfully, so I’d be able to eat breakfast with no problems. With any luck, this weird stomach issue was clearing up.
What a relief that would be. Last night had been fun with James, and I was thankful that hadn’t been interrupted either. I liked sex rougher than gentle, and while he did intensify things last night toward the end, he was definitely being more careful.
He was a wonderful person, and I was thankful for that. Still, I wished it wasn’t necessary, because I really enjoyed our fun. I liked exploring and was eager to do so more once we settled down a bit.
The haunting feeling of having killed someone settled in again, and I frowned, staring at myself in the mirror. I was looking into the eyes of a killer. My own. Though all of the support I’d been given lately told me one thing. I did it to protect my children and would have done it again.
Letting out a sigh, I ran a brush through my hair, washed up, and returned to bed, letting myself relax. Soon, James entered with a plate full of food, causing my stomach to rumble again and my face to flush somewhat. James chuckled at me.
“Hungry?” he asked, knowing the answer already. I laughed back at him and nodded, accepting a plate and digging into my food, realizing I was far hungrier than I thought. James asked, “How are you feeling today, Becca?” He sounded concerned.
“I’m doing alright. No weird stomach lurches. In fact, I’m super hungry. Thank you for making me this, it’s really good,” I said, the savory flavor of the eggs and sausage settling on my tongue and causing my mood to improve even further. We had cooks, but James just loved to cook, especially forth is family.
“That’s wonderful to hear,” James said, letting out a sigh of relief. He climbed into bed next to me with his own breakfast, allowing me to lean on my shoulder. Something I did very happily, of course, just basking in the warm feeling and spending time with him.
“Sophia is going to stop by later today with something important,” I said, still not entirely sure what it could be. “Did she give you any hint as to what that would be?” I wondered why she was being so vague, it was driving me nuts!
“Oh, she is? I haven’t heard,” James said, leaning over to kiss me gently on the forehead. “Tell her I said hi. I may be in my office working on business matters.” I nodded, knowing he was dedicated to such a thing and not wanting to interrupt him.
“I will,” I said. “We’re going to have lunch.” I finished up breakfast and carried on talking with him about his plans for the day until he got up and brought our dishes to the sink. Those would be taken care of later.
Today, I would pass the time with more research into Guatemala, still uncertain as to whether or not we’d actually make it there, but leaning more into the idea that I could work on something from afar with regard to the charity.
I wasn’t sure about Italy still, but we seemed to be settling in fine. The Allison incident had been ongoing, after all, and not something new. I winced, thinking of that, but felt glad that was all over. Hopefully, the Cartwrights would finally back down.
Eventually, I made my way back into the living room, going to answer the door as security verified who it was. “It’s Sophia,” they confirmed, causing me to nod and inwardly sigh with relief. Lately, I’d been on edge even if I knew someone was coming to visit.
After the terrifying incident with Allison, I had a feeling I’d be that way for a while. Still, right now was time for positive interaction with friends, so I let myself smile and met Sophia at the door. I said, “Hi Sophia, how are you?”
“I’m well, but you’re about to be better,” Sophia said, beaming at me. I furrowed my brow, wondering what she could mean. Lunch was on the stove, and I tended to it, the scent of tomato sauce rising through the air as the pasta boiled in a pot. I was going with something simple today.
“Oh? I’m curious to see what you mean by that,” I said, placing the kettle onto the stove and ensuring it was started for tea during lunch. Eventually, that was situated, and I found myself sitting in front of Sophia, sipping some tea and wearing a smile.
She brought out her bag and withdrew something from it. It was a small rectangular box, which I took and examined. A pregnancy test? I eyed it curiously, thinking about how weird I’d been feeling lately and furrowing my brow.
My eyes fell on Sophia, and I asked, “What is that?” I hadn’t taken it yet, but a seed of excitement settled in my gut which began to grow. There had to be a reason she brought this. Could I really be pregnant again?
“I just thought, because you haven’t been feeling well, Becca. Go on, take it. I want to see if my feeling is right,” Sophia said, giving me an encouraging smile. I nodded, standing up and making my way to the bathroom with the test in hand. My heart pounded as I approached the toilet.
A little while later, I examined the positive pregnancy test with tears brewing in my eyes. An elated feeling washed over me as I let out a small cheer. This was something I had been wanting, and I was over the moon about it. It hadn’t even crossed my mind, I’d been so stressed out over everything. How had this snuck up on me twice?
It didn’t matter now. “Dahlia and Alessandro are going to get a little sibling,” I whispered to myself, tears pouring from my eyes in excitement. I exhaled and exited the bathroom, putting the test into a little baggie and hiding it for now. I wanted to confirm with a doctor before anything else.
James deserved a big reveal if this was true. I did a little dance and exited the bathroom, wearing a huge smile for Sophia. The other woman met my grin with one of her own, letting out a joyous chuckle.
“So, what did you find out?” she asked, her voice dripping with excitement.
“It’s positive,” I breathed, practically glowing. She let out a squeal and stood up, rushing over to give me a huge hug. I still had no idea how she knew, but some people just did. She must be someone who could feel that sort of thing. “Thanks so much, Sophia,” I said.
“You are very welcome! When are you going to tell James? He’ll be as excited as you are right now, I hope!” she said, practically bouncing. I narrowed my eyes in thought, not losing my smile for a second. Then, I nodded.
“He will,” I said. “I want to confirm with the doctor first, so I hid the test, but I want to plan a big reveal.”
“That’s entirely fair,” Sophia said, reaching over to pat me on the back. We chatted for a little while longer, indulging in lunch and planning a future shower. My voice dripped with sheer happiness the entire time, and eventually, I bid her goodbye for the day.
Then, I grabbed my phone, changing my appointment with the doctor. I would be able to stop in tomorrow, thankfully, and explained that I suspected I was pregnant. I was relieved I hadn’t been drinking at all lately.
That also explained the mysterious sickness, of course. I felt both hungry and nauseous more and more lately, and while I was glad to get relief from the stomach pains, I knew the probable cause. That made them far less frightening.
I walked into my own office, a skip to my step. Starting up the computer, I noted all of my research and let out a sigh. So much for Guatemala, for now. At this point, I would definitely lean more into staying here and working on something like that from afar.
