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“No, no, baby. Stay asleep. I’ll take care of you. All you have to do is rest, sweetheart.”

I expect her to argue with me but all she does is snuggle up against me deeper and close her eyes again telling me how truly tired she is. I take her to my room this time. Screw the guest bedroom. I lay her on the bed and step back so I can look her over. I shouldn’t touch her but I can’t help dragging the back of my hand down her cheeks and brushing her hair back off her cheek.

I call Coach and tell him we’ll meet him later and that Tandy isn’t feeling well right now and needs to rest for a moment before we come to talk to him. He took it surprisingly well, even telling me to take care of my girl and he’ll see us tomorrow. Afterwards, I went straight back to Tandy.

We have so much to figure out and talk about but for now, all I want to do is lay down beside her. I pull her leggings off because I know she doesn’t like to sleep in them. This time, I look my fill taking in the lacy white material of her thong and the curve of her hip, the toned length of her legs, and even the cute as shit arch of her feet. I take her sweater off so she doesn’t get too hot but wake her just enough so she can take her bra off. I make sure she leaves her tank top on so she at least has that to keep her covered.

I could see Tandy pregnant. She would be so beautiful with a round, full belly and even lusher curves. The thought won’t leave my mind and follows me into my dreams. I dream of Tandy’s belly full with a baby I put in it. Her breasts are full of milk she’s made for the baby, but I wouldn’t mind finding out what it tastes like. Just a little taste…every day…twice a day. Images of me fucking her from behind with my arms wrapped around her so I can hold her belly cloud my mind and leave me throbbing for the things I see.

She’d scream out my name as I drove her higher and higher until she starts pulsing around the length I’ve given her. And when she’s close to having the baby and I can’t sink my dick into her anymore for fear of hurting her or the baby, I would eat her little pussy every day and night and make sure she felt amazing. My cousin couldn’t have sex during her pregnancy and her husband left her because of it but I wouldn’t leave Tandy. I wouldn’t leave Tandy if we could never have sex again. Because she would be the mother of my child, my best friend and someone who knows me and not just a version of me.

I wake up to my name being moaned out and Tandy’s whimpers. It takes me a second but I quickly realize one of my hands is cupping her pussy while the other one is shoved down her tank top massaging her breasts. My hands still when I realize what I’m doing. I’ve been running my fingers over her bare pussy, especially her clit, which is why she’s whimpering and calling my name.

Somehow the material of her thong was pushed away from her leaving my hands free to explore. Or maybe I pulled it out of my way. Either way, my fingertips are soaked and all I can feel and think about is her sweet, soft flesh.

“Oh fuck!”

She’s started moving against my hand and both of hers have dropped to wrap around my wrist, holding me to her. She starts to move my hand when I stop, like she’s trying to ride my fingers to reach her release.

“Tandy, sweetheart. Tandy.”

She rubs her ass back on my aching dick causing me to moan loud enough it finally wakes her up. She keeps rubbing against me like she is and I’m going to fulfill both our dreams.

Chapter Eighteen

Tandy

I slowly open my eyes, but the feelings of pleasure don’t go away. In fact, they sharpen. Then I realize why it isn’t disappearing like it usually does when I wake up. I end up…squealing for lack of a better word and trying to melt into Rip who is pressed against me. Oh, God, is he awake or am I doing this to him without him knowing?

“Tandy. Baby, you awake?”

“Rip?!” I suck in a shaky breath as relief hits me. At least he isn’t asleep and vulnerable. “We…we have to stop.”

Even as I say the words they end in a loud pant.

“You’re the one rocking your sweet little pussy against my hands, baby.”

He’s so close, his breath fans out against my ear causing me to shiver and wiggle against him even more. He’s right. I’m the one trying to hump his long, thick fingers that are stroking my clit…oh God!

“I’m…I’m going to…” I can’t stop shuddering and whimpering his name as my body coils into a tight knot of pure pleasure. “Rip! I think… I’m going to…I’m close!”

He starts really rubbing my clit as he starts rolling my nipple in between his fingers.

“Fuck, baby! You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?”

He tightens his fingers around the stiff pebble, giving me pressure that flows out from my nipple down to where he is playing with my clit.

“I think so. Oh God, I think I am.” I sob the words abandoning all hope of sounding anything but desperate.

“You need to cum, baby and I’m more than willing to do this for you. But you have to do something for me. You have to help me, sweetheart. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Rip. Yes, please.”

I whimper and whine waiting for him to tell me what I need to do.

“I need you to turn your head so you’re looking at me. Can you do that for me, Tandy? Can you do that, baby?”

“Yes.” I turn my head and our eyes meet.

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