A life with young couple

Unraveling Secrets Chapter 4

I couldn't believe it. As I stared at the little plastic stick, my heart raced with a mixture of emotions. Two pink lines stared back at me, confirming my suspicion—I was pregnant. I had hoped and dreamed of this moment with John, but now that it was actually happening, I felt a rush of excitement and nervousness. My hands trembled as I processed the news, wondering how John would react. We had been trying for a few months, and the thought of starting a family together filled me with joy.

I imagined John's face lighting up with happiness and his strong arms wrapping around me in celebration. He had always been so loving and supportive, and I knew he would make an incredible father. But as I stood there in our bedroom, my mind began to wander, and a nagging feeling crept into my thoughts. What if John had a secret that could change everything?

You see, John was not just any man. He was the man who had swept me off my feet since high school. His dark, mysterious eyes and confident demeanor had captivated me from the start. But beneath his charming exterior, I sensed a hidden depth, a past that he rarely spoke about. John had mentioned having some 'wild years' before we met, but he always brushed it off as youthful exploration. Now, as I held the positive pregnancy test, my curiosity and fear intertwined.

My mind drifted back to the night before, when John and I had made love passionately. He had returned from a late night at the office, and I could sense his stress melting away as we embraced. Our kisses were hungry, and his hands roamed my body, igniting a familiar fire within me. I loved the way he worshipped my body, his fingers tracing the curves of my waist and hips before venturing downward to my aching core. I moaned softly, arching into his touch, urging him to explore further.

"You like that, baby?" he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

"Yes, John," I panted, my voice hoarse with desire. "Touch me more. Please."

He obliged, his fingers delving into my wetness, stroking and circling my clit with expert precision. I was putty in his hands, my body responding eagerly to his every touch. As he finger-fucked me, his other hand cupped my breast, teasing my nipple until I was squirming with pleasure.

"John, I need you inside me," I begged, my voice breathless. "Fill me up."

He chuckled, his warm breath tickling my ear. "As you wish, my sweet Lisa. But first, I want to taste you. I want to feel you cum on my tongue."

With that, he guided me to the bed and gently pushed me down onto the soft sheets. My heart pounded as I watched him undress, revealing his muscular body that I had admired countless times before. His cock, already hard and straining, stood proudly, beckoning me. I wanted to feel every inch of him inside me, but I knew the pleasure he was about to give me with his mouth.

John positioned himself between my thighs, spreading them wide, and I felt a rush of vulnerability and excitement. He kissed the inside of my thighs, his stubble tickling my sensitive skin, before finally reaching my glistening pussy. He blew gently, sending shivers through my body, and then he dove in, his tongue lapping at my folds. I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily as he found my sweet spot.

"Oh God, John!" I cried out, my hands gripping the bedsheets. "That's it... right there."

He seemed to know exactly what I needed, his tongue working its magic, flicking and teasing my clit while his fingers continued to thrust inside me. I was on the brink of orgasm, my body coiled tight like a spring, when he suddenly stopped.

"Please, don't stop," I pleaded, my voice hoarse.

"Shh," he soothed, his voice husky. "I want to make this last. I want to feel you cum over and over again."