Page 21 of The Secrets that Surround Us

“Are you serious?” Shrugging his shoulders, he replies, “Don’t all girls love pink?”

I pretend to gag for a second, but it turns into a laugh. Crossing my legs, I put my hand on his chest. “I’m going to pee myself.”

You seriously think the color pink is so funny that you’re going to laugh so hard that you might pee yourself?" He drops his voice while crossing his arms over his chest, frowning. The look on his face has my laughter stopping in place.

It’s obvious I’ve said something that has made him mad. Clearing my throat, I straighten my shoulders. “I’m sorry if I’ve upset you. I wasn’t trying to. But no, not all girls love pink. Purple is actually my favorite color.”

His face relaxes as he drops his arms to his sides. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted like that. It was just…”

“I hurt your feelings, and you got defensive.” Placing my hand on his cheek, I rub it a little as he leans into it. “I get it Alex. I’ll try harder to not laugh at your suggestions, even if they’re silly.”

“Hey, pink isn’t silly?” He laughs out.

“I know.” I give him a wink. I head over to the paint samples to study them when my eyes are drawn to this subtle lilac color. This perfectly combines our choices, pink mixed with purple.

Looking over my shoulder, I hold up the paint sample. “How about this lilac? It’s purple and pink mixed.”

Alex comes up behind me and plucks the sample to examine it better. “Yes, I love it.” he mutters as he leans down and gives me a chaste kiss. When he pulls away, he smiles as he grabs his phone out of his pocket. “I’m going to call my brothers now to get them to help me.”

I almost told him that day that I loved him; it was on the tip of my tongue. But I chickened out. He’s already said it, and I know he said he isn’t expecting me to say it back, but I can’t help but wonder if I’m hurting him. Something is holding me back from telling him how I feel, but I’m not sure what it is. Maybe it’s because my life is a mess right now. My photography business has been stalling right now since I became pregnant. I’m not talking to my parents, and the uncertainty of what might happen in the future has me in a chokehold.

Three days later, the boys had the entire room painted and the furniture built in the room. Now it’s my turn. Time to organize the items all the wonderful ladies gifted me at the baby shower. It’s honestly too much, but every single one of those ladies told me that if I dare complain about the gifts they wouldn’t be happy with me. Not sure what that means, but I don’t want to upset the only friends I seem to have.

I open the first box. It’s the breast pump. Allison informed me, “It’s the best one on the market. Or at least that’s what the woman at the store told me.”

Now, I look closer at it, Ibet she’s right. The pump itself looks like it’s super powerful. I wince when my boobs throb at the idea of using it to milk myself. Hopefully, baby girl will want to feed, and I’ll only have to pump a little to have extra. I place it on a shelf in her closet but close to the door for easy access.

The next gift I open is a box full of onesies with matching socks. Going through them, I can’t help but think how precious they all are, with flowers, hearts, cats, and dogs on them. My heart is singing awe as I keep pulling out more clothes while taking the tags off them. We’ll need to wash these before she can wear them.

Strong sturdy arms suddenly wrap around me and I know exactly who it is, before I even look. “Hey, love. What are you doing?” he mutters against the curve of my neck as he slowly kisses down it. Goosebumps rise everywhere his mouth touches, and they go straight to my nipples causing them to pebble.

“Mmm…I was trying to put these clothes away. Before you came in and started distracting me.”

His hands rub down the front of my body, stopping to caress each breast, then moving down to my stomach. He cups it. “Fuck Fiona, you are so fucking sexy. Knowing that my child is growing inside of you turns me on so fucking bad.”

Alex’s dirty words make my pussy so wet that my panties are drenched and the only thing I can think about is having his cock inside me. During this pregnancy, I’ve been so turned on all the time. I’ve never masturbated so much before in my life.

“I need you,” I moan as his hands roam over my breasts, barely rubbing them, but the sensation is killing me. My nipples are so hard right now I can’t help but think about what it might feel like with his tongue on them.

“What do you need, love?” he asks with a slight smirk that gives him a wicked, sexy look. The way he is looking at me, I know he’s going to destroy me.

“I want your cock inside me.”

“Mmm…That sounds wonderful, but first let me make sure you’re good and ready.” Then he grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head, leaving me in my bra. My arms instinctively move to cover my stomach. He hasn’t really seen it in all its glory except for doctor’s appointments. But before I can fully cover myself, he grabs my wrists and holds them above my head. “Never cover up in front of me,” he growls.

“You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on, and I want to memorize the way you look right now.”

My shoulders relax with his praise, and I jut out my chin, waiting for him to continue. Seeing that I’m done hiding from him, he releases one of his hands from my wrists and unclasps my bra. My heavy breasts bounce out and his pupils go wide. Letting go of my arms completely, he grips both of my tits in his hands. “These are so perfect. I mean, I knew they’ve grown, but this is just divine. Do they hurt?”

“Sometimes. They’re so heavy and full.”

“Yeah, they are.” With no warning, he leans down and engulfs one of them with his mouth. Being as sensitive as they are, they pop right into his mouth as a moan from deep within leaves me. My fingers tangle into his hair, holding him in place. Once he finishes with that one, he pops off and moves to the second one. My clit throbs, and I move my legs, seeking friction between them. Alex must notice because he moves his hand to push my leggings and underwear down, so he can have easier access to my pussy. When his fingers brush against my slit, he mutters against my skin, “Shit, you’re so wet.”

“It feels so good. But I am feeling a little empty.” Telling him what I want in the moment surprises me. I’ve never been good in the past at telling my partners what I want, but he makes it so easy. Accepting me for who I am helps, so I don’t feel weird expressing what I want.

Taking direction from my words, he inserts two fingers inside my pussy and gradually rubs the inside. My back arches, and I can’t help but thrust my hips against his hand.

“That’s right love, ride my hand like the good girl you are,” he spurs me on. I keep fucking myself on him until I get that electric feeling in my clit, and I can feel my pussy flutter around him.

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