“Oh!” she whimpered, then she fell out of rhythm, her body spasming and jerking as she cried her way through her orgasm. I released her tit and slammed my mouth to hers, swallowing up the last of her moans, smiling against her mouth when she sighed and sagged.
“Baby, you’re so beautiful when you come,” I told her, kissing her everywhere I could.
Still wrapped around my cock, she took a moment to catch her breath before lifting herself up, freeing me from her body. Still stiff as a fucking rock and pointed right at her.
“I want to taste you,” she said, her voice all breathy as she repositioned us. I let her move my legs and smirked when she banged her elbow on the back of the driver’s seat. But within seconds, she had me how she wanted me.
And, fuck, did I have her how I wanted her. Swallowing my cock right down, showing me how good she could make me feel.
She licked herself off my shaft before coming up for a messy, musky kiss, then got back to work, pushing my cock into her throat and swallowing around the shaft, making me crazy with lust and trying not to fuck up into her. Choke her.
But then she braced herself on my thighs and gave me a knowing look, a slight nod of agreement.
I stared her right in the eyes as I fucked her face, loving every wet sound and slurp that fell from her. Within minutes, I was coming down her throat, grinning as she took every drop of my cum.
As she worked her way up my spent shaft, she made sure to lick up every stray smear, swirling her tongue around my tip before laying a soft kiss there and climbing back up my body to settle in. I wrapped my arms around her and sighed, her body relaxing onto mine.
“We can’t stay here long,” I told her, unable to resist planting another kiss on her sweaty cheek.
She hummed. “Just give me a minute, and you can take me home. You can come home with me.”
“Thank you, baby.” I kissed her again.
“We’ll make it work,” I told her, believing every word. “We’ll make it all work.”
“I know.”
And I did know. No matter what life was about to throw at us, no matter how alone we might be in all of this, through months of pregnancy, labour, the new born trenches I’d seen my friends suffer through… we were in it together, so we’d be fucking fine.
Chapter Fifteen
Zora
Zackwasbornaweek past his due date, happy and healthy, with Harry holding my leg up and telling me how incredible I was as I pushed and yelled and sweated more than I thought possible.
He was born screaming, pink and angry. Beautiful.
The last five months had been a perfect blur of falling deep in love and planning the future with Harry. It was a future without my family in it, but I’d created my own new one. I thought of Victoria often, imagining her rubbing my belly or helping me choose a pushchair or paint colors or whatever. It made me sad, sure, but having her in my life again felt impossible.
Watching Harry hold his son for the first time was up there with the most magical moments of my life. The tiny boy looked so fragile in his brawny arms, swallowed up and so safe. Protected by his father in a way that had me wanting to squeeze out a few more.
One of the biggest surprises of the last few months was Harry buying a house. A small place that we spent every spare moment DIYing back to liveable, but it was ours. By no means a mansion, falling smack bang in the middle of make the best of it territory, but ours. Cluttered, warm, home. I’d moved in with him almost right away, seeing no point in delaying what we were both feeling. Rash, but right.
I worked in a busy cafe until my due date, and would be doing an online education course until Zack was old enough for nursery.
It was a wild life, a new one, but it was mine because Harry was in it.
I think I knew from the second I laid eyes on him he would be important. Even when we were faking a scene, strangers exchanging a service.
“Hey, hot stuff,” Harry said, stepping into the garden with two cups of tea. Zack was asleep in his cot, the baby monitor at my side for the first sign of any grumbling. A rare moment of peace for us.
“Hi, gorgeous,” I said back, accepting the tea and a peck on the cheek. We sat in the quiet for a while, listening to the sounds of the surrounding city. Shouting, sirens, laughter — it all blended together.
“How you doing?” Harry asked after a while. There was a forlornness in the air sometimes, the desire to call Vicky, to show off Zack to her, to see them together; it ate at me as Zack grew. I wanted her here. But life goes how it goes, and I was happy.
I decided to mess with Harry instead, not let my mood bring down his; after all, today was an important one. “Horny.”
He snorted his tea and laughed. “When are you not horny?”
