Page 60 of Brood
“Thank you,” I breathe out again.
We stay like that for a long time, both of us silent. Holding each other in the dark. Eventually I grow aware of something new.
Something poking against my bottom.
Will has an erection.
I shift restlessly at the feel of it against me.
“Sorry,” he mutters. “It will go away.”
We haven’t had sex in more than a month, since I’ve felt so uncomfortable and unattractive. I hear him taking care of himself in the shower sometimes. He’s never spoken a word of complaint, although it’s now clear that he loves having sex with me purely for the experience. Not only to make a baby as I originally believed.
“Or I can get up if it bothers you,” he adds.
“No!” I grab for his arm when he starts pulling it away. “Don’t get up.”
“Okay.” He relaxes behind me.
“We can have sex,” I say without thinking it through.
“What?”
“We can have sex. If you want. As long as you think we can manage in this position.”
“We can definitely manage, but I don’t want to have sex unless you genuinely want it too.”
“I do.”
“Are you sure? Because you don’t really seem like you’re in the mood.”
“I’m not in a hot, sexy mood, but that doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me.”
“I want to be close to you. And I want to give you what you need.” I turn my head again to look over my shoulder. It’s still dark, so I can only see the general form of his head. “Isn’t that enough for me to really want it?”
He must realize it’s a real question because he thinks about the answer. Finally, he says slowly, “Okay. We can try. But if it’s not good for you, then we’re going to stop.”
“That’s fair. Maybe get the lube.”
“Good idea.”
He climbs out of my bed to gets the tube of lubricant from his nightstand drawer. Then he climbs over to settle behind me again. It takes some maneuvering for us to get out of our underwear and him to get in the right position behind me. He rubs us both down with lubricant. His fingers in my pussy don’t feel as uncomfortable as I thought.
In fact, they feel kind of good. And even better when he massages my clit.
My belly is still a huge, unwieldly nuisance, but I’m feeling pretty good overall when he lifts my top thigh to make room for him to edge his cock inside me.
He’s not very deep in this position, so the penetration feels snug. Familiar. Good.
Will’s breathing is fast and ragged behind me, blowing against my loose hair. He’s holding himself very still, but he’s so tense, I can feel the urgency shuddering through him.
“I’m good,” I tell him, turning my head back toward him again. “It feels good. You can fuck me now.”
He lets out a soft groan. Tilts forward slightly to brush a light kiss on my cheekbone. Then he starts pumping his hips in a tight, steady rhythm. The slide of his cock makes a wet sound in the otherwise quiet room.
“It’s good,” I murmur again, fumbling with my hands since I don’t have anything to hold. “I like it. I like it. I missed it.”
