First Crush, My Forever

Chapter 77

  The OB clears her throat gently and glances between us with a soft smile. She gives us a few more images, prints out a photo strip, then wipes the gel from my belly. She explains what to expect over the next few weeks, even though this is not my first pregnancy. Once she is done going over everything, she tells me I can get dressed and they will have my next appointment at the exit desk. "Congratulations you two," my OB says as she leaves the room with a smile. I dress slowly, still a little dazed, and Taytum does not want to let go of my hand.

  We walk to the car in silence. Not awkward. Just full. Taytum opens the door for me and even buckles me in, her fingers brushing over my arm before she pulls away.

  Once we're on the road, I glance over at her. "I didn't think I'd ever get this," I whisper. "A complete family of my own. Someone who looks at me like you do. A wonderful daughter who is so loved and a baby boy who's already so loved."

  Taytum shakes her head, wipes at her face with the back of her wrist. "You deserve all of it and I swear to you, Dani, I'm going to spend the rest of my life proving that as long as you allow me." She reaches over with her free hand, lacing it with mine.

  It's quiet for a few seconds as I let her words sink in. "I hope he has your eyes," she suddenly says breaking the silence.

  I laugh through my tears. "I hope he has your stubbornness. And your big heart."

  Taytum grins. "You just want him to be a heartbreaker."

  I squeeze her hand. "He will be. With you as his mama? That kid's going to come out already knowing how to love right."

  Taytum glances over and says, "Can I tell you something?"

  "Always."

  "I thought I knew what love was. I've been in relationships but nothing... and I mean nothing has ever felt like this."

  My chest tightens again, but in the best way.

  "You make me believe in forever," she says, voice low. "Not in a fairytale way. Just in this... real way. Like we're building it. Day by day. Moment by moment. Even when it's hard. Especially then."

  I squeeze her hand and hold it tight even though we're nearly home. When she pulls into the driveway and puts the car in park, neither of us moves right away.

  "We should tell KK tonight," I say softly.

  "She's going to be over the moon."

  "She's going to be the best big sister." I add just thinking about her reaction.

  Taytum finally turns to me, full body now, her eyes locked on mine. "And you're going to be the best mom for him too. He's lucky. So damn lucky."

  I kiss her again. "We all are."

  And for a moment, we just sit here still in the car, holding hands. Something settles even deeper. This isn't about biology. This is about choice. Love. Showing up. I have never been more sure of anything as I am my feelings for Taytum and I know I want forever with her.

  I also want to have my way with her. I know my hormones have definitely increased due to being pregnant but something about the way Taytum just so casually said "look at our son" did something to me in the best way and I'm glad we are home now because I have been fighting it.

  As soon as we step into the house and I hear the door lock behind us, I turn and press Taytum against it. My mouth crashes into hers, urgent, messy, desperate. Her back hits the wood with a soft thud and I don't even wait for her to catch her breath.

  "I want you so bad," I whisper against her lips.

  Taytum kisses me back just as fiercely, her hands gripping my hips, pulling me in close. But this time, I take the lead. I grip the hem of her shirt and yank it up, over her head. Her sports bra goes next. I walk her backwards, step by step, until the back of her legs hit the couch.

  "Sit," I say, voice low and thick.

  Taytum drops onto the cushion, eyes wide, breathing hard. Her hair is falling from her bun and is a mess, lips swollen, skin flushed. I drop to my knees and make quick work of her jeans, tugging them down along with her underwear. Her pussy glistens, already wet.

  I stand back up and quickly strip my clothes off and toss them aside. I get into her lap, straddling her, thighs spread wide on either side of her, my bare skin meeting hers. I reach down and grip her wrist, guiding her hand between my legs.

  "I want to ride your fingers," I growl.

  Taytum's eyes flash with heat. Her fingers tease my entrance, dragging through the slick mess between my folds. She grins, cocky and hungry. "You want it that bad?"

  I answer by grinding down against her hand, forcing her fingers to part me. She sinks two fingers inside and I moan, loud and raw. Her other hand grips my hip, anchoring me as I start to move.

  "Fuck, Dani... you're so wet already."

  I bounce on her fingers, taking her deep, over and over. I don't hold back. I don't want sweet. I want to be fucked.

  Her mouth finds my breast and she latches on, teeth and tongue teasing my nipple while I ride her hand. My moans get louder, filthier, echoing through the living room.

  "Harder," I beg, my voice breaking.

  She curls her fingers inside me and thrusts up as I grind down, the pressure hitting just right. Her mouth moves to my other nipple, biting, sucking, driving me insane.

  "Taytum, fuck... yes, just like that."

  I ride her hand like I need it to live, hips slapping against hers, her fingers buried deep. Her mouth is on my chest, her hand bruising my hip, and I'm unraveling. I throw my head back, thighs trembling, the heat rising fast.

  "Dani, look at me," Taytum growls.

  I force my eyes open, meet her gaze, and it's like a spark. The moment she curls her fingers again, rough and deep, I come hard. My pussy clamps around her fingers, my entire body shudders.

  "Fuck, fuck, Taytum..."

  She doesn't stop. She keeps her fingers moving, dragging out every second, milking every spasm. I collapse into her chest, gasping for breath, body twitching with aftershocks. Her lips brush against my ear.

  "I love you."

  "I...," I pant. "Love you too."

  I can still feel her fingers inside me, slick and slow now, easing me down.

  I slow my hips and lean forward as I catch my breath. I brush my lips against Taytum's lips then I press a kiss to her throat and whisper, "Your turn."

  Taytum lazily grins, but I can see it in her eyes. I wrecked her just now but I'm not done yet. I know exactly what I want to do to her.