All this crap about it stopping when the placenta is formed is crap, trust me. I’ve seen Hannah hungover, and I’ve seen her ill—but this—jeez.
Nothing compares.
There’s nothing I could do but wait outside the bathroom as she puked her guts up, cursing being pregnant. When she finally resurfaced, she looked grey.
“Baby.” I pulled her into my arms, adoration sweeping over me.
I’ve loved Hannah for years- but it’s different now, almost like a protective love. I worry about her in a plethora of new ways, and her being sick always was one of them.
“Shall I get the biscuits?”
Hannah scowled at me as she slumped onto her bed, curling up with her pillow.
“I think I’m dying.”
A smile tugged at my lips as I sat beside her, stroking her head.
She’s fuckingbreathtaking, even post sickness. Her hair is a delicious shade of chocolate, curling at the ends naturally. She has a tiny nose and full lips that I just wanted to kiss all day long. When she finally opens her eyes to look at me, I’m treated to the steely blue stare that makes my heart skip a beat.
“You’re not dying. You’re sharing your body.”
“Hmm. I’ve got college tomorrow. How am I going to cope?” Hannah wailed as I handed her a bottle of ice water.
“This should pass soon.”
She glared at me, putting the drink down.
“I’ve always thought pregnant people are dramatic. Now I understand why.”
I gazed at her, my eyes trailing past her breasts down to the swell of her stomach, and my heart skipped a beat. I reached out and stroked her softly as she pouted in my direction.
“Please don’t pout at me, Hannah. You’re hardly in a state to deal with the consequences,” I chuckled when she sighed.
“We haven’t had sex inages.”
I laughed, unable to stop myself. Hannah smiled, and I reached down to kiss her, holding her face in both of my hands.
“Baby, we had sex last night.”
My cock twitched at the memory, and she grinned wickedly.
“That wasagesago.”
I climbed onto the bed beside her, spooning her as she wriggled against me. I inhaled her scent, delicious hints of vanilla and apples. How did she always smell this way?
“I love you,” I mumbled into her ear, my lips brushing against her neck as she pressed her ass into me. I’m instantly hard but still cautious.
The last thing I want to do is make her feel worse.
“Theo, I’m sexually frustrated. It’s not helping.”
I arched a brow in her direction as I sat up, my fingers dancing up the side of her body as they met her soft nipple through her top. She inhaled sharply, my fingers caressing her, her nipples hardening instantly.
I smirked a little before turning her onto her back. She’s wriggling out of her underwear now, and I assist by dragging them down to her ankles. I positioned myself in between her legs, dropping soft kisses on her inner thighs. She moaned, and I remember that the house is empty aside from her mom, who is watching tv downstairs.
“Ahh,” Hannah moaned as I approached her core, my fingers dipping into her wetness as she raised her hips.
Her fingers clung to the sheets as my mouth moved further up. My tongue danced along the folds of her slickness while my fingers entered her gently.
