Page 42 of Possessed By You
“Well, when you have your baby, we’ll return the favor, amigo.”
While John hugs Benjamin, Jasmine locks eyes with me, a knowing smile across her lips. And I feel it.
We’re going to be fine.
***
“We’re home.”
I open my eyes, hearing Benjamin’s whisper in my ear, and unbuckle my seatbelt. As we walk through the parking garage at nearly midnight, he extends his arm, and I walk into him, sleepily latching onto him for warmth. He smells of peppermint and baby powder, which is an oddly satisfying smell. The moment we step into the apartment, we’re shedding our clothes and dropping into the bed without showers.
“Man, I was not prepared,” I say after a few beats of silence.
There is a ghost of a smile on his lips. “I second that.”
“We did well, though.”
“Yeah, we did.”
Remembering my medication sitting on the bathroom sink, I have to pull myself back up out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
“Bathroom,” I whisper, turning off the bedside lamp. I down the pills with a glass of water, eying myself in the mirror with shame. I set the pill bottle down, thinking of the appointment I have in the morning with the doctor. Fear is momentarily paralyzing, the uncertainty of my condition weighing down my thoughts.
I hope I’m okay. I hope the baby will be okay.
I walk back into the room tormented by a sudden downfall to my nerves. My toes are oddly frozen, prompting me to cross the room to find socks. When I find none in my drawer, I resort to Benjamin’s. I choose a pair, slipping them clumsily onto my feet one by one. A small box catches my eye before I close the drawer, particularly the small logo of a pacifier on the top. Hearing Benjamin’s peaceful, rhythmic breathing, I cautiously pick it up and lift the lid.
Inside is a small silver rattle, and attached to the end are the letters B & D.
Benjamin and Darcy.
Shocked, I wonder whether it was a gift to him or something he had made. My question is answered when I peek into the drawer again and find a small jumpsuit with Scott Industries printed by the breast. There are two of them—one in blue, one in pink.
My smile is unstoppable. I carefully replace them in the same place I found them and close the drawer, remaining still to soak in the pleasure of the sight.
Benjamin stirs when I burrow into the covers he’s already folded out for me.
“You okay?” he asks. I mold to his back and wrap an arm around his waist.
“Yes, I’m fine. Go to sleep.”
***
“Again, Darcy. Come again.Come,” Benjamin gasps against the back of my neck, plunging into me from behind. Before the sun had even risen, we both roused out of sleep and gravitated toward each other. It was a silent decision to begin removing each other’s clothing, and we’ve been anything but silent since. Now the sun is peeking into the windows, and we’re drenched in sweat, trembling wildly as we prepare for the second wave of ultimate pleasure.
His hands are firm on my hips, grinding me onto him, pushing himself deep enough to hurt. His tongue is hot against my neck, traveling over the skin concealing my frantic pulse. I’m lost in the building pleasure, sunken into the bedding as he worships my body, his hand under the curve of my jaw. We come together loudly, without reserve, and we’ve hardly got a recovering breath in before he’s pulling me up, spinning me to take my mouth.
He settles onto the bed, and I crawl onto him, dropping my face onto his chest exhaustedly. He sighs when I drag my hands through his hair.
I lift my chin, tilting back to find his eyes when I’ve recovered. We both smile cheekily.
“Good morning.”
He curves an arm around my waist and flips me onto my back, snaking over me predatorily. He hovers above me, his abdomen scrunching into long, thick lines of muscle. “Fuck, I can’t keep my hands off you.”
Blushing with delight, I give him my lips eagerly, and we devote the few minutes we have left to rough, desperate kisses before he finally has to pull back and climb out of the bed. I make no effort to move, following Benjamin’s movements throughout the room, gloriously nude as he chooses his suit for the day, leaving his garments at the foot of the bed.
