Page 17 of The Facilitator: Part 3
“Hi,” she said. “This isn’t embarrassing, honestly.”
I chuckled and took Lauren’s hand. “Thank you,” the woman said.
“You’re welcome and I hope you enjoy the fullfacilities of our club,” I said. Both women giggled as we walked away.
We didn’t stay for a drink, just handed the key to Veronica. “I’d like to keep those masks,” I said, as I kissed her cheek.
She hugged Lauren and nodded to me. An hour later we were home and I carried Lauren to bed.
Chapter Six
It was three in the morning when I checked the emails on my phone. I’d finally had a reply, the one I had been waiting on for so long. I climbed from the bed and took my phone into the bathroom to read.
To: Mackenzie Miller
From: Samuel Rules
Mr. Miller, please accept my apologies for the delay in getting back to you. It took a while to gather all the data and your original medical files. I have to say I was disappointed to see that you weren’t offered surgery at the time of your accident. Your infertility could have been prevented, I feel compelled to say.
However, I think we should arrange aconsultation and up-to-date scans. Scar tissue would be one of the main factors in the inability to produce enough sperm, but it may be possible that you are producing some. Not enough for your wife to conceive naturally, but, and I don’t wish to raise false hope, I’d like to investigate whether we would be able to extract some and then talk about IVF.
Please feel free to contact me.
Yours, Sam
It was signed off with his professional credentials. The email had arrived just before ten that evening and we’d still been at the club. I appreciated the specialist contacting me, even though it was outside his working hours.
I’d done a ton of research in both the US and the UK and found a fertility expert who I thought might be able to answer some questions in Harley Street. It had taken an age to get all my old medical records released from the US and sent to him, it had caused immense frustration and a few shouts over a telephone line through the night. Lauren knew none of this, however. I had deliberately kept her from this investigation for one main reason only.
If it was impossible for me to father her child, I couldn’t deal with her devastation as well as mine.
She’d never mentioned wanting a child but I knew. As soon as Dominic came, I could see it in her eyes. The sadness she’d try to hide but just didn’t quite manage it. I had convinced myself I was happy being childless, until Dominic, and like Lauren, I didn’t think I was hiding it well. It was thatconversationshe had wanted and I’d avoided. I’d only tell her if I had good news to share, and I couldn’t do that until I’d undergone some tests and scans.
I replied that I would call his secretary and take the first appointment available. I then returned to the bedroom and climbed back in bed.
Nerves settled in my stomach. If fathering a child naturally wasn’t possible, then we’d talk adoption.
I lay for ages just looking at the ceiling and thinking. I wasn’t sure what the time was when a hand snaked over my chest.
“Hey, you’re awake,” Lauren mumbled.
“So are you,” I replied.
“Neither of us should be,” she said, snuggling into my side. “Can I do something to help?”
I covered her hand with mine and pushed it lower. “I can think of one thing,” I said.
She giggled as she wrapped her hand around my cock. I sighed with contentment as she stroked, as she leaned over me and took my nipple in her mouth, biting gently and then kissing down my stomach. At the sametime, I grabbed her thigh. I pulled her leg so she straddled my face. She opened her mouth and took in my cock, flattening her tongue on the underside. She sucked to the base and back up to the tip. I held her hips and she lowered a little. I licked over her opening, still sore from my fucking earlier. I nipped at her clitoris and she winced and then chuckled. Finally, I delved in. I forced my tongue in as far as I could and licked, tasting her heat. When I moaned against her I felt her stomach tighten.
I ran my hand over her skin, reaching for her breasts. I cupped each, kneaded, and rolled her nipples over my palms. Her moan against my cock caused a tingle to run the length of me and made my balls contract. I sucked in air through my nose, noisily, as I licked and sucked on her, she did the same. Just the sound was enough to have my cock throb and my stomach knot. Smells, sounds, touch, were things I needed, not just sex. My want for her went beyond fucking her pussy or eating her, it was about absorbing everything I could. Every sound was committed to memory, I could recall her taste, and it would make my mouth water. Sometimes, however, I found that a little overwhelming.
“Ouch,” I heard and lessened myassault.
She chuckled as she pulled her mouth back to the tip of my cock. She sucked hard and I raised my hips.
“That feels so good,” I whispered against her skin.
I missed her pussy when she moved to one side. She raised her head and turned, she smiled at me. She held my cock as she straddled me and gently lowered, guiding me inside her.
