Page 163 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

That’s terrifying. The bigger, the more painful to get that baby out of me.

But I don’t want to screw up this moment, so I just shut up. For several minutes, the doctor lets us stare at the screen, and, when the session ends, Eric and I kiss each other. Everything’s going well!

When we get home, excited about what the doctor has shown us, we let Flyn, Norbert, and Simona also see the images. We all watch like fools, playing the video several times.

That I’m back to my usual good mood pleases everyone. Laughter has returned to the house. I play jokes and am my usual crazy self.

That night, when we go up to our room, I sit on the bed next to Eric.

“Have you thought of a name for Medusa?” I ask him.

“If it’s a girl, I would like her named Hannah, after my sister,” he says.

I agree. I like the name, and it seems like a beautiful idea.

“What if it’s a boy?” I ask.

My German kisses me.

“If it’s a boy, you choose. What are you thinking?”

“I don’t know. Maybe Manuel, like my father.”

Eric nods. I snuggle up against him.

“I want you.”

He lies back on the bed.

“And I want you, beautiful,” he murmurs.

Oh yeah, oh yeah...

The months of drought and malaise are over.

I want my Iceman, and he wants me. Without stopping to kiss me, Eric takes off my panties, crawls between my legs, and, without preliminaries, slowly introduces his penis in me.

My God, I’ve been so long without this feeling.

I wrap my legs around his body, but Eric pulls back.

“No, sweetheart...I don’t want to risk hurting the baby.”

I stop and look at him.

“What did you say?”

He’s still inside me.

“I don’t want to put too much pressure on you. I don’t want to hurt the baby.”

I laugh. Oh, what a pisser!

He thinks he’s going to hit Medusa on the head with his dick. When he sees me laughing, he frowns.

“I don’t know what you think is so funny. I don’t think I’m saying anything crazy.”

Gripping his ass hard, I impale myself on him, and he gasps.

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