First Crush, My Forever

Chapter 76

  I have replayed the other night in my head so many times, I swear it is burned into me. The way Taytum touched me like I was something holy. The way she made love to me like it was the last thing she would ever do. There was nothing rushed, nothing careless. Just her hands, her mouth, her voice, soft but sure and every single second of it felt like she was telling me I was safe. I was hers. I was loved.

  But it started before we ever made it to the bedroom. I remember the way she moved the chair directly in front of me in the office, spreading my legs on the desk like she owned me. The way her mouth locked onto my pussy, tongue fucking me until I could barely breathe. Her fingers inside me, deep and relentless, curling just right while her lips sucked hard on my clit. I was a mess. Moaning, shaking, completely hers. She made me cum, both times, so hard I could not even speak. Just laid there on the desk, twitching and wrecked, while she held me and whispered how much she loved me.

  And when she carried me to bed, when she laid me down and started again... slower this time, more tender, I felt like I was being worshipped. She kissed every inch of my skin. My lips. My neck. My breasts. My belly. She touched me like I was something sacred. Her mouth on my clit was gentle but firm, teasing me until I was gasping again. Her fingers inside me were slow and deep, keeping eye contact, watching me fall apart. She fucked me like she needed me to know exactly how loved I was. And when I came, it was soft and powerful, pulled from a place so deep inside me I forgot how to breathe.

  Even now, days later, I feel it. In the way she touches my back in passing. The way she looks at me when she thinks I am not paying attention. Like I am still that woman laid out in front of her, open and bare and completely known.

  I rub my hand over my belly as I sit on the edge of the paper-covered exam table. The room smells like sanitizer and lavender, and the walls are painted a soft blue that tries too hard to be calming. My vitals, blood work and urine sample is done and now we are just waiting. The screen across from us is dark for now, but I keep glancing at it like the baby might already be visible.

  Taytum is sitting beside me, legs stretched out, arms crossed tight over her chest. She is doing that thing where she tries to look relaxed, but I can feel the tension humming off her. She catches me looking and smiles. It is small but real. And just like that, the nerves in my chest start to settle.

  "You good?" she asks.

  I nod. "Yeah. Just thinking."

  She leans forward, elbows on her knees. "About?"

  "You," I say without thinking. "Last week. That night."

  Her eyes darken slightly, but it is not lust. Not entirely. It is tenderness, deep and low in her chest. "Yeah?"

  I nod again, quieter this time. "You made me feel like I was the only thing in the world that mattered."

  "You are," she says, like it is that simple.

  I glance over. Taytum's eyes are on the monitor now even though it's not on yet. She's nervous. I can feel it in the way her thumb rubs circles against the back of my hand. Like she's trying to calm herself, not me.

  "You okay?" I ask.

  She looks at me. Smiles a little. "Yeah. Just... excited."

  The door opens before I can say anything else, and the OB walks in with a smile and a knock on the frame.

  "Hey there. How are we doing today?" She asks.

  "We're good," I say, clearing my throat and scooting back on the table.

  Taytum stands automatically, moving to my side, her hand finding mine. The doctor pulls on gloves and moves to the monitor, clicking it on. The machine hums to life, and the nerves creep back in, coiling low in my belly.