Slow Me Down

Chapter 42

The day is finally here. Senior Prom. One of the most memorable moments of the end of our high school careers. The plan is as follows. Foster and I will get ready at home. My mom will help me with my hair and with keeping Foster away from me while I am getting into my dress. Once dressed, Mom will take a couple of pictures of us. We will use the beautiful ivy-laced brick wall on the side of our building. Once our little photography session ends, Foster and I will drive my Mom's car to the restaurant where Micah, Joe, Julia, and Jake are meeting us at. Once we finish dinner, depending on how long that takes, we will either do group photos or we will head straight to the venue to dance the night away with our classmates. 

I take a deep breath, trying to shake off any thoughts of impending disaster that filter into my brain. There will be no disaster. It will be a great night. And at the end of the night, I think I am going to tell him. I've been too scared to tell him about it, but I'm hoping the adrenaline rush from the night will give me that push. I have to be confident in order to tell him about his child. I feel my heart pounding in my ears. I take another deep breath to calm myself. 

Knock Knock

"Come in mom," I answer. Instead of who I was expecting, Foster struts in. It's still relatively early so neither of us has started getting ready just yet. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me out of my seat, lifting me onto his lap and then onto the bed behind us. I turn so my face is in his chest and give him a few sweet kisses at his collarbone, up his neck, and then to his lips. 

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Fucking hell. Feeling her soft lips against my skin is too much. To be fair, I did come in here hoping to see her and maybe touch her a bit before I don't get to see her again for the next few hours, but now I just want to be all over her.

"I don't think you are prepared for the consequences of those actions sweetheart. You might want to stop now while you still can," I mutter between kisses. 

"But what if I am prepared?" She shifts so that her thighs straddle my lap. She kisses my mouth one more time before trailing her kisses back down my neck to my shoulder. She rakes her fingernails against my back. 

"Just know that you asked for this doll," I groan as I buck my hips up. She rocks her hips back and forth against my stiff rod. I smirk and pull her away from my shoulder. It's my turn now. I tilt her head back with one hand, licking and nipping at the space just above her breasts. She moans quietly. The sweet noise reaches my ears, signaling for me to continue. I break from her, pulling my shirt over my head. She repeats my actions, tossing her shirt onto the floor. I reach a hand behind her back, unclasping her bra. The perky pale twins bounce as the supportive fabric is removed. 

"You are so beautiful." I take one rosy bud into between my lips, suckling softly, stopping occasionally to swirl my tongue around it. Not wanting the other breast to feel left out, I roll the other slightly stiffened nipple between my index finger and thumb. 

"Foster, it's so good," I love when she says my name in that cute breathy tone. God, I just want to ram into her right now, but I know better. I suck and pinch a little harder, wanting to hear her say my name a second time. "F-Foster," she moans. 

I rip my mouth away from her chest. The cold air passes between us, causing her to shiver. "What can I do for you, babe? What do you want me to do?" I bring my hands down to her thighs, squeezing and rubbing the supple skin.