"Uh, you can, if you want," Calla replied, a lump rising in her throat as the reality of the situation hit home.
"You know we'll be fine, right?" Travis asked, concern in his voice and his eyes.
"I know we will," Calla smiled up at him. "I think I just realised how badly I want this to be real."
"Me too," Travis said, his voice shaking. He took her hand. "Come, sit on the bed with me."
They sat on the edge of their bed and Travis smiled nervously at her. "Ready?"
"Ready," Calla confirmed, her stomach flip-flopping as she looked at the test in his hand.
He began turning the test over but it felt as if they were in slow motion; a motion which took a split second seemed to take a full hour.
With the test right way up the result was glaringly obvious.
Pink line. Times two.
"Th- that means what I think it means, right?" Travis's voice had taken on a gentle quality she'd never heard before.
Calla could only nod in reply, her eyes glued to the two pink lines indicating a positive test result.
"A baby..." Travis uttered and she finally tore her eyes from the test to lock with his.
"A baby!" Calla squealed with excitement and launched herself at him.
"A baby!" Travis laughed, wrapping his arms tightly around her and rolling them both to the middle of the bed, stopping when he was laying on top of her.
Calla pulled Travis down and hugged him tightly, her legs going around his waist, holding him close. They kissed for the first time as a couple with a baby on the way, and the excitement quickly developed into something else altogether.
While the kiss continued Travis lifted himself off her just enough to pull her robe open, and when their bodies made contact again she found he was already hard, the knowledge making her ache for him.
Her need increased in time with him licking up her neck, before tugging on her earlobe with his teeth. She clawed at his back and raked her nails over his ass while he continued, alternating between grazing his teeth over the sensitive flesh of her neck and licking, in a manner that made her gasp and arch into him.
As quickly as he hardened, she became so wet and hot only one thing could ease the tension developing inside her. Him.
It was with a long, slow stroke he gave her want she needed; pressing deeply, filling her with all of him, stretching her in the most beautiful, overwhelming of ways.
Calla shuddered against him and kissed him tenderly as he pulled his hips back, before sinking slowly into her again. Her hips moved with him, each stroke of his cock timed perfectly to coincide with her movements, providing the most delicate, sweet friction against her clitoris.
With legs locked tightly around his waist, Calla looked into his eyes and smiled softly as they rode the blissful wave together.
It was one of those times she wanted to savour, she wanted to commit to memory just how breathtaking it felt to have him sliding in and out of her body. She was so wet that even the slightest movement on his behalf felt sublime, it was the type of sex she wished could go on for days.
Coated in her juices, his cock glided in and out effortlessly, each stroke causing her to feel more and more sensitive in a way that promised an earth shattering orgasm in the very near future. That was the problem. It felt so good --
he
felt so good -- that her release was always simmering just below the surface, an orgasmic timebomb waiting to go off.
Her clitoris was pulsing and swollen, with each stroke of his cock bringing her that much closer to orgasm. It was inevitable that her stomach and hips began tightening, and at the same time her legs tightened, bringing him in even closer contact with the burning core of her body. His thrusts continued to be slow and deep, and she was just waiting for the sudden increase in speed, and impact to send her over the edge.
Instead of moving faster, he slowed right down, the increased intensity of friction against her clit catching her completely by surprise. She tightened around him, crying out loudly as he almost dragged the length of his cock against her clit, the constant pressure overwhelming and unexpected.
She felt her entire body tense up and she screamed as she ruptured around him, the orgasm unlike any she'd had before, wave, after wave, after wave, as he continued sliding in and out of her. Earth shattering was an understatement. It wasn't just one long orgasm either, she realised, it was orgasm, on top of orgasm, on top of orgasm. Layer upon layer of ecstacy.
Just as she thought it was over Travis gave one final, purposeful thrust of the hips, burying himself deep and stilling. An almost pained groan filled the room as he came, his powerful contractions triggering one final orgasm which well and truly shattered her.
She couldn't move beneath him, she didn't want to move. Every last ounce of energy had been sapped, and as she felt herself floating away, all she was conscious of was how hot Travis felt inside her, and that she wanted to stay that way forever. Having his weight on top of her was something she needed post orgasm. Most women she knew complained about feeling squashed, but she loved the way it felt to bear his weight, to be protected by his body.
