Broken arrows

49. *

He kept looking at me, not saying a word. I was getting nervous, stressed.

Why wasn't he saying anything.

"I know" he said as if it was the most normal thing. He knows?

'On your way to fuck another Max I see'

One little sentence he said a couple of months ago, flashed back in my mind. He knew I had sex with Max. He knew all this time and he never felt like hiding it, he also never made a big deal out of it.

"Look baby, it's obviously not fun to think he saw you naked and whatever but I can't blame you, I can't be mad" he assured me as his hand brushed against my cheek.

I sighed, probably a bit relieved, also a bit ashamed.

"Why are you so worried about this?" He asked softly.

At first, I was worried because I thought he would be mad that I had sex with Max, but now I was afraid he wasn't the dad of this baby.

"I-I am afraid he might be.." I couldn't even bring myself to say the words. "this baby's dad?" He finished my sentence.

I nodded and looked in his eyes.

"I am pretty sure he is not, but we will do a test, so we are sure" he said. His thumb was brushing against my cheek. "Okay?"

I nodded again. I didn't expect this. I didn't expect this reaction from him.
He was acting so mature right now. We were communicating with each other.

We definitely made some progress here.

"But baby, I have to tell you something as well" his hand went from my cheek to the back of my neck. "I wanna make love to you" he whispered as he pulled my head a little closer.

"Then why are we still here?" I smirked. He groaned a little and pressed his lips against mine.

Fuck, this night couldn't turned out better. I was so relieved that we talked about everything.
I was impressed by his reaction and I definitely was ready to make love to him again.

It's been too long, I wasn't ready for it. I don't know if I was ready for it now, he never saw me with my cuts and scars.

I was disgusted by myself whenever I saw my stomach, there was a scar going from my boob to my belly.

When we returned to the hotel room, we couldn't stop kissing. We kissed when we walked in, we kissed on our way to the bed, we kissed while talking each other clothes off.

We kissed until my lips were plump.

He started kissing my neck down to my collarbone. I enjoyed his kisses but then he reached my boobs and belly and I wasn't relaxed anymore.

What if he thought I wasn't pretty anymore? What id he thought the scar was disgusting?

Fuck - I had to put my insecurities aside.

I looked down at how he was kissing my belly. "You're so beautiful" he said as he looked up at me.

"I want to feel you inside me" I mumbled. I probably also wanted him to stop looking at my stomach, at the cuts and scars.

"Oh no no, not yet" he smirked as he went down to my thighs, kissing them softly. His kisses went from my thighs to my clit.

In a reflex, I opened my legs more for him. He took it as an invitation to pleasure me even more.

I arched my back. This was feeling so good. I missed this feeling with him.

He pleasured me for a long time, until he came back up and pressed his lips against mine. "I love you" I moaned on his lips. "So much"

He didn't answer, he just smiled on my lips as I felt his dick sliding in me.
He let out a groan and put his face in my neck.

He kissed my neck every time he moved inside me. At first it were slow, gentle thrusts, but that soon changed into long, hard pounding.

I moaned so loud, I didn't even care the entire floor might hear us, this was feeling so good, so so good.

After a lot of moans, groans and orgasms, we were laying next to each other.
His arm was wrapped around me and I was laying on his chest.

"I love you too baby" he was still breathing heavy. "I always did and I always will"

It made me smile, it was exactly what I wanted to hear but it also made me worried.
Would he still love me even if this baby wasn't his?