What's Left of Us
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She’s staring out her window, clearly thinking hard about something. Her mouth is a straight line and she’s twirling a strand of her silky hair around her finger.
Reaching over, I tap her leg. “Hey, you okay?”
When she looks at me it’s like she’s pulling herself out of a fog. “Yeah, sorry.”
“What has you so deep in thought?” She licks her lips, then begins to play with her thumb ring. “Aundrea?”
“Do we really have this kind of money right now, Parker? For all this? I mean, with the house and all?” I can see the lines of concern on her face.
“We are more than okay, babe. I promise. And besides, I’d pay twice that amount if it meant having a baby with you.”
Her lips tremble as she rests her head back. “Have you always been this perfect?”
“No. You make me perfect.”
She closes her eyes, finally resting peacefully. “I love you,” she says.
“I love you more, beautiful.”
Wendy accepted our contract Monday, which means everything needs to happen quickly. The embryos need three to five days to develop, so we decide to have the clinic fertilize eight eggs, one to be transferred now and the rest to be used at a later date if needed.
We arrive in Minneapolis just after 7:00 that evening. We’re told to have the sample to the office no later than 8:00 Tuesday morning and given proper instructions on collecting it. They said I could deposit the sample at the clinic so we wouldn’t have to come up a night early, but there is no way I’m ejaculating in a cup with nurses and doctors walking around just outside the door.
When morning comes, I think I must still be dreaming. I feel the softness of Aundrea’s lips first, wrapping around me, followed by her warm breath. I become hard instantly when her tongue comes out, tracing around the tip of my erection. She swirls her tongue around the tip before taking me all the way into her mouth.
I groan out, “Holy, fucking shit, Aundrea.” My eyes pop wide open as she takes me to the back of her throat, slowly easing me in and out several times.
“Fuck, Aundrea.”
Her mouth feels so fucking amazing right now. As her head moves up and down, I tug gently on her hair. I don’t force her to move faster, allowing her to go at the speed she pleases. She’s amazing all on her own.
Letting out a sigh, I relax into the pillow.
She stops moving her head and starts tracing my hardness with her tongue, sucking and tasting every inch. I lose control, pulling on her hair, and she moans backs. The vibrations from her mouth set my insides on fire.
“That’s it, baby,” I cry out.
She pumps me fast as she sucks. It’s the hottest thing ever, and I only wish there was a mirror above me so I could watch her every move.
As much as I’m enjoying this, there’s nothing I want more than to get her off. The look on her face when she screams out my name is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. I know the minute I finish we’ll have to head to the clinic, and I’m far from wanting to finish.
A glance at the clock shows that it’s only about 6:30. Plenty of time.
Reaching down, I pull her up. She glances up at me in confusion. “What? Is everything okay?” She flushes with embarrassment. It’s so sexy.
“You’re perfect, but I want to—I need to get you off. I want to make you feel good, babe.”
“Parker, this is supposed to be about you today. Not me.”
“It’s always about you.” I flip her to her back, and she lets out a small squeal.
“Parker!”
“Trust me.”
Pulling down her thong, it takes everything in me not to bury myself deep inside. She looks so tempting, but I know if I get inside her, I’ll never be able to stop and finish in some fucking little cup.
I kiss her stomach, then down to her thigh and back up again. Her legs fall open, giving me all the access I need. I bring my mouth to the place I know is aching to be touched. That I am aching to touch. As soon as my tongue touches her she’s calling out my name.
I lap at her slick folds, tracing circles, then dip down inside of her. Her breathing picks up and when her hands grip my hair, I move faster. I love when she pulls my hair.
I lift her legs up on my shoulders. As my tongue moves, her hips rock against me. I slip a finger inside her, too, and, as she cries out in surprise, I slide another finger inside, filling her. Her hips begin moving faster, riding my face as I thrust my fingers deeper.
“That’s it baby,” I murmur against her.
“Please, don’t stop.”
Sweat drips down my back and I welcome the heat in the room.
“That … don’t … yes, like that,” she moans as I move my tongue. There’s nothing sexier than her telling me what she likes in bed.
It doesn’t take long before I feel her body tighten around my fingers. I don’t stop moving until her breathing slows and I know her last wave is over. Wiping my mouth on the inside of her thigh, I slide back up her body, trailing kisses as I go. She cups my face and presses our mouths together. I groan in response, pushing my tongue inside so she can taste her own sweetness. She cries out, clawing at me to move closer.
Sex has always been great with Aundrea. I’ve never had to question it, or ask for more, and I love that she doesn’t shy away from me when I go down on her.
“Now, handsome, I have some work to do.” Sliding out from underneath me, she goes back to her earlier position.