Too Broken to Love

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I could feel arms lifting me up but I couldn't think about that as my dreams overcame me.
"He's not right for you Averleigh." My father said.
"Who?" I asked.
"You know who! One day you will realize the only way to get ahead is to be alone."
At first seeing him felt like a flashback from when I was heartbroken in high school over Spencer leaving. That was until the image of my father kept a talking
"It's too late for me, but you can still end all of this." He smirked motioning to my stomach.
"Daddy no! I love him! You're not even real!" I said shaking my head.
"What about Chris?" He asked.
"What about him? He's married?"
"I bet He isn't taking the news well?"
"It's none of his business!" I uttered "anyway I'm not changing my mind. You weren't there for me as a teenager and your always going to be gone, this is a bad dream and my business is none of your concern."
He rolled his eyes before disappearing from the dream.

Once he was gone all I could dream about was Spencer. His blue eyes reflecting the sunlight, the crinkle in his nose when he laughed. I wrapped his arms around me and cuddled in close kissing his nose as he slept. In this dream I was happy, content, excited for life. It reminded me of what I already knew —I would fight for us, no matter what it took.

When I woke the next morning an arm was draped over my body, hand palm down on my stomach. For a moment I admired his hands, the callouses of someone that worked in an office, but made sure to dirty his hands whenever he could. I carefully rested my hand on top of his, curling my fingers to wrap around the tips of his fingers, before leaning back into his hard chest.

He let out a deep breath before his lips found the back of my neck. I let out an involuntary moan as he reached the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder blades, before I heard him chuckle behind me.

"Good morning beautiful." His voice was low and raspy— the sexy kind of just woken up voice that sent my libido into overdrive.

I turned my body to face him, muttering a quick good morning before crushing my lips to his. I was relieved when he didn't try to argue, instead giving in to his own urges, urges that I could already feel straining against the boxers that pushed against my thigh.

He rolled us over swiftly so he was resting over me. For a moment we did nothing but gaze into each other's eyes. I ran both my hands up his arms, gripping onto the outside of his shoulders.

"Always and forever Spence!" I smiled as I watched his eyes clouded over and he crushed our lips back together with more passion than I had ever felt before.
"I love you so much!" He gasped in between steamy kisses.

I grabbed the back of his head holding his face to mine. His hand skirted down my side before grabbing my thigh and pulling it up around his waist where he held it still.

The butterflies in my stomach were doing summersaults and it was becoming difficult for me to focus on anything but feeling him touching me, everywhere. His lips refused to break away from mine for longer than was necessary to remove the nightdress I assumed he had put on me last night.

When he finally pushed inside of me I was already close to the edge. One of the perks of being pregnant I guess was for me at least, it heightened all of my sexual nerves so that every stroke, every thrust, felt more intense than ever.

His hands moves to cradle my head on either side, clutching into my hair with a slight tug, as his mouth broke away from mine to suck and tease my nipples. The pressure in my groin intensified and I knew I was about to break.

His hips rolled into mine as his hands pulled my body down with each thrust and I couldn't hold it any longer. I broke, crying out loudly as my body jerked around him. He continued to thrust within me a few more times until he finally groaned finding his own release.