Page 117 of If It Can't Be Us

Seeing her like this does things to me. Her slick, wet skin, the sounds she’s making, the way she touches herself…good God, the touching.Her hand slides lower, finding her wet, delicious pussy. It’s my undoing as I watch her fingers glide over her slit and circle her clit. She lets out a throaty moan, and I can’t take it anymore. I grab my cock, stroking hard, but I don’t want to jerk off. I want her—want her to touch me and,fuck,I want to touch her.

Before she can protest, I move, pressing her up against the wall, crushing my lips to hers.

“You fucking tease,” I rasp in her ear.

She laughs, low and wicked, “You’re supposed to be watching.”

“No more watching,” I say, slipping a finger inside her, curling deep. She cries out.

“Shit,” she breathes.

She takes my tongue into her mouth, her hand gripping the base of my cock, stroking it hard. My fingers work her while she strokes me, and we’re a rough tangle of tongues, moans and groping. She rakes her nails down my back, sending a shiver straight to my dick. I spank her ass, and she tugs my cock, making me groan deeply.

She trails kisses down my pecs, her mouth moving lower until she takes me in. I hiss through my teeth. The sight of her kneeling, water pouring over her, my cock in her mouth—it’s enough to push me over the edge.

“Fuck, babe, I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”

She takes me deeper, and I steady myself against the wall with one hand. But I don’t want to come yet. I pull back, yank her up, and spin her around. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I kiss her neck, scraping my teeth against her skin while my fingers find her clit again, circling it. She arches into me, gasping, backing her ass up against me, positioning me at her entrance. I oblige. She bends over, bracing herself on the bench as I drive into her hard. Her moans ricocheting off the shower walls, combined with the hot spray against my skin, and the tight grip of her pussy around me—it’s all a sensory overload.Feels so fucking good.She braces one hand against the wall while the other moves to her clit, rubbing herself fast and desperate.

She cries out, “Fuck. Oh God,” as she clenches around me, and I come with her. My legs quiver, about to pull out, but then I remember—she’s pregnant, and I can come inside her. It feels way too good to leave her pussy.

When we finish, I pull out, my legs weak, and she collapses to the bench, spent.

“Holy fuck,” I exhale, trying to catch my breath.

We make eye contact, both breathless and grinning, and Vivian starts laughing, which makes me laugh too. She stands, wraps her arms around my neck, and kisses me softly. “I love you,” she whispers.

I let out a deep breath, “I love you, too.”

We stand there like naked fools in love, holding each other close and kissing for what feels like forever, the water pouring down around us. I fucking love this day. And I love her even more.

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We’re able to pull ourselves from each other long enough to get dressed and meet in the kitchen for dinner.

Vivian whips up some chicken tacos. I’m famished from my long morning of travel and all the calories burned from our afternoon of sex. I mash some avocados for fresh guac while Viv chops the fixings.

“I have an appointment in ten days, if you want to come to that,” she says, scraping tomatoes from the cutting board into a bowl. “I don’t know how long you’re planning to stay.”

“I’ll be there. I’ll be at every appointment,” I say, shaking some salt and garlic into the mashed avocados. The chicken sizzles in the background on the stove, its savory aroma mixing with the fresh scent of cilantro and lime. “But how long are you planning to stay here? Wouldn’t it be best to establish a doctor in Chicago?” I ask, genuinely curious.

“Yeah… you’re probably right. I hadn’t really thought about that because I’ve just been here. I didn’t know you’d come out, and obviously, now things have changed.” She scowls at the cutting board. “I might not be able to get in at ten weeks if I change things now. I’ll get some referrals and research doctors in Chicago this weekend, and call first thing Monday morning.”

“Have you told your mum?”

“No, I haven’t told anyone but you and Sarah. It’s still early on; I’d want to wait a few more weeks.” She stops chopping and turns to me,hesitant. “I’m supposed to have family dinner tomorrow night at my parents’… will you come? My mom’s practically in love with you herself; she’ll be dying to meet you.”

I laugh. “Your mum’s in love with me?”

“Oh my God, yes,” she says, dramatically rolling her eyes. “Not how I love you, obviously, but it’s annoying. She’s had thisfeelingthat you were going to come around someday. You should have seen her at Christmas, asking if I’d called or texted you. She’s been obsessed with the idea of us since I met you.”

“I like her already,” I say, giving her a playful nudge. “What about your dad?”

“Oh, my dad’s another story,” she says, cocking an eyebrow. “You’ll have to convince him to like you for sure.”

“Challenge accepted,” I say, chuckling.

I move to heat the tortillas, crisping them just a bit in some butter on the stove. When everything is ready, I take a look in the fridge and grab the two items I’m looking for. I start squeezing them into one of the small bowls Vivian has out for the toppings.

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