Verge of collapse

Chapter 16

Christopher 

I might actually pass out here from anxiety. She's been in there for twenty minutes. I know that someone would've told me if something is wrong with her or at least I try to calm myself down with that thought. When she comes out I jump to my feet.

"Well?" I ask. She has a neutral expression on her face and I can't understand if it's good or not.

"I need to get some medicine for my stomach flu." She says with a low voice. I know that she didn't actually want to have a baby, she's just trying to understand how I'm going to react. Honestly, I'm okay either way. If she was pregnant then, I would've had a child with the woman that I love. But as she's not, we just move on to the way it was before. Although we never talked about this, I have a feeling that we should. We are still both in college, but I want a future with her, a life with her.

"Okay." I respond and she gives me a sad look. I pull her to my chest and kiss her temple. "Let's get your medicine." I smile and she relaxes slightly.

We stop by at the chemist on our way home and as soon as we get in she lays down on the bed with her face into the pillow. She didn't talk much since we walked out of the hospital and I just hope that it's not because of the way I reacted.

"Babe," I say sitting on the bed by the headboard. "Talk to me." She looks up and lays down on her side.

"I don't know what to say." She admits, looking down.

"How do you feel about all of this?"

"How do you is the question." She says looking up to my eyes.

"I was mostly trying to calm you down." I admit and she sits up immediately.

"So you were lying to me?" She exclaims with a frown. What? Fuck no.

"I'm saying that I'm fine either way. Of course I want to have a baby with you, but I wouldn't plan on having one right now." I explain. She slightly relaxes, but looks at me cautiously. "Baby... I wasn't lying." She lays down on her back, looking at the ceiling. "I meant everything that I said. I would've been very happy if that was the case, you can't even imagine how much, but it's not."

"Okay." She closes her eyes.

"Okay what?" I ask sneaking my hand under the dress she's wearing and place it onto her stomach. I lean over to her and kiss her collarbone, then her breasts.

"Make me forget." She whispers and I look up to her. If that's what she wants...

I move up and press my lips to hers, climbing on top of her. Last few days were really stressful, first the two day flight, staying mostly at the airports. Then Katherine's sickness. Her thinking that she's pregnant and that I would be angry about it. I know that she was under a lot of stress and the least I can do is to help her relax. I grab the hem of the dress and pull it over her head, breaking our kiss. I dip down my head into her collarbone and kiss the tattoo there. Her hands move to my hair, tugging it at the roots, making me so turned on. I press my hardness against her and she gasps at the contact. I don't want to tease her and that's not a good option for both of us right now. We haven't had sex in four days and for us it's too damn long. Her hands move to my shirt and before she can do anything, I pull the shirt over my head and toss it to the side, doing the same thing with my jeans and boxers. She gets out of her panties and for the first time I see her toss them like I always do, which she usually complains about. She wants me, she wants me so badly and that's why she's being a bad girl. I rub myself against her a little, collecting the wetness and enter her before moving my lips to her neck. I kiss the delicate skin there, slowly, leaving small kisses and a little wetness from my tongue. She moans with each slow thrust I'm giving her. I go slow but as deep as I can, so that she can feel all of me. I take her hand in mine and look into her eyes. They are holding so much love for me and passion. Only this woman can make me feel like this. She's my everything and she's my whole world. I press my mouth to her parted lips and kiss every inch of her lips. It's so much easier to kiss her in a slow pace like this and it feels much more intimate. Right now I definitely feel that I'm making love to her. She meets my moves, making it a little faster and more pleasurable. I don't want this moment to end, I don't want this feeling to end. "I love you." She says into my mouth. It's the longest we've been silent during sex, but somehow I feel like we are saying everything that we wanted by our kiss. "I love you." I say to her. I feel myself getting close as her movements go faster and her moans get louder. As our kisses get sloupier and she holds on to my hand harder as she comes undone around me. I find my own release and fill her with me before laying down onto her chest. I try to match my breathing to hers.