And So I Ran - Complete

Chapter 43

"Are you awake?"

I was bordering right on the edge of sleep when Christian joined me. He'd gone off for a while with Taylor before dinner, and when he came back, he was antsy and distracted. He polished off a bottle of wine over dinner, which was unusual as he'd only had the odd glass here or there since we'd discovered I was pregnant. And when I'd asked what was wrong, he'd fobbed me off saying there was an issue at work.

After dinner I suggested we watch a movie, but Christian begged off, instead returning to his office. In the end, I'd grabbed a manuscript and settled into bed. I'd planned to wait him out, but he'd taken his time, and I was almost asleep when he came to bed.

"Hey," I said opening my eyes and leaning up to kiss him.

"Baby," he moaned, kissing me furiously and pushing me onto my back. "You look so sexy curled up in my bed." He'd had more to drink than on any other occasion that I'd seen, and while he wasn't drunk per se, he certainly wasn't sober. "Sweet, soft, sexy Miss Steele," he said in a sing-song voice, peppering my lips and face with kisses before claiming my mouth as his. His tongue and mouth tasted like brandy. I was surprised to find I liked it.

"And now you've got my baby on board," Christian continued. "When we tell everyone about the baby, they're going to know what we've been doing. They're going to know what I've done to you!"

I swear he was smirking. Trust Christian to use the fact I was pregnant as a way of marking his territory! He had a point, though. Once we announced our pregnancy, people were going to know our relationship had gone beyond the casual dating stage.

"You're so sexy, Anastasia," he said drawing out my name as he nuzzled between my breasts, pulling my sleep shirt up and discarding it. "Have I ever told you how much I love your tits? I can't wait to see them swell for our baby... Will you have any to spare for Christian? Will you let me have a little taste?" he asked, wrapping his mouth around my tightly puckered nipple and sucking.

"Christian!" I gasped, half in surprise at what he was saying and also in response to his oral attentions. He relinquished my nipple with a pop, traveling further down kissing my sternum and then my belly.

"We're going to have to share your Mommy," he was whispering to my lower stomach. "I'm a demanding, possessive fucker – but I'll share if you will?"

I stifled a giggle. Christian sounded so earnest in his discussion with our blip, albeit a little crude.

"I'll take you to work with me and soaring and on my boat. But you have to be good for Mommy, and you'll need to be patient with me. I've never been a Daddy before. I'm probably going to fuck up sometimes, so we'll need to work together, ok?"

I played with Christian's hair as he made his declarations to my, as yet, non-existent bump.

"Now, I have to go. I think Mommy needs Daddy's attention right now, so you just lie there and go back to sleep." After placing a delicate kiss just above my pubic bone, Christian started kissing me further down. He gentle, at first, running his tongue up and down my slit, lapping at my nub.

"Your taste has changed," he growled. "You taste sweeter. It's delicious!" Christian buried his head back between my legs, pushing them open to give himself room to settle comfortably. He kept licking me – occasionally penetrating me with his tongue, the rest of the time focusing on my clit. Every time I'd start to tighten and get close to climaxing he could tell, and he'd stop what he was doing, instead giving me long flat-tongued licks the length of my slit.

"You'd better make me cum soon," I growled, frustrated and irritable. "You can't wake me up and leave me hanging!"

"Sorry, babe. You just taste so good. What do you want?" The bastard sounded unbearably smug.