Ever growing 2

Chapter 6

Meeting Emma in the kitchen, I see that she's making breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toasts, hash browns, everything looks amazing. "Emma! You didn't have to do this!" "Oh, it's okay. I didn't want you to cook and it's payback for your help." she hugs me. "Is Ryan awake? I made enough for us three." Right on cue, he walks into the kitchen wearing his grey sweatpants, shirtless. My eyes zoom in on his crotch making my mouth water, he notices letting out a chuckle as his lips touch mine in a soft kiss. I clear my throat trying to bring my focus back on the actual food.

"Thanks, Em, everything tastes delicious!" He says before taking the next bite.

"You're welcome, thank you for letting me stay last night! The plumber texted me saying it will be fixed by mid-afternoon."

"No worries, I'm sure Ryan appreciated having someone to talk Marvel with!" I tease them both.

Emma and I went to get a facial at the spa while Ryan went to the gym. I'm laying down on the table when my stomach starts hurting. Maybe I'm hungry again, I've been eating more lately. I guess it makes sense with a baby on board. Sometimes I kind of forget that these things are normal. It's a strange concept thinking a baby is growing inside of me especially since it's still too early to feel anything making it hard to realize what's happening to my body. The pain goes away after a few minutes. Emma goes back to her place after our spa day.

I stopped by to get a sub on my way home bringing some for Ryan too. We're both starving, eating in silence. I've been meaning to ask him if he feels better now that he can see I'm doing well and he shouldn't worry about me. As soon as he's done eating he makes his way to the bathroom to shower. I clean up waiting for him to be done so we can talk.

I'm wiping the table when he walks behind me pressing his lean and muscular body to mine. I feel the heat gathering in between my legs. His lips leave a trail of kisses on my neck while his arms wrap around me. "Ouch!" I wince feeling a little pull in my lower stomach. "What's wrong?" he asks, his voice filled with concerns. "Nothing, sorry, I just got a cramp or something." The pain disappears as quickly as it came.

Turning around to face him I jump into his arms, his hands grip the back of my thighs allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. I love the fact that he didn't bother getting dressed or even wrapping a towel around his waist. It's only been two weeks since we've been intimate but for some odd reason, it feels much longer. My body craves him, I've been longing for his touch.

He takes me to the couch sitting down with me straddling him. Our lips move in sync as we kiss tenderly. I would normally expect him to be more intense, rough, and for things to happen quickly after being away from each other but this feels perfect. His mouth then runs along my neck to my collarbone, his hands slipping under my shirt up to my breasts. My bra is removed, dropping to the floor behind us. A soft cry escapes me feeling his fingers on my nipples combined with his hot breath on my skin. Ryan pulls my shirt off while staring into my eyes. The intensity in them expressing all his love for me. With a hand on my lower back, he pulls me closer, I stand on my knees so his mouth can latch onto my nipple sucking gently. My hand rests on the back of his head caressing his hair. He moves to the other side after a minute. I feel myself pooling in my underwear. "Touch me," I bring one of his hands between my legs asking for some release. He smiles, he loves when I ask to be pleasured. My black skirt is pulled down and tossed by my shirt on the floor, my underwear is next. His fingertips run on my body sending goosebumps all over leaving me feeling like putty under his loving assault. I reach in between his legs but he moves my hand. "Not yet, it's all about you right now." He whispers in my ear as his fingers run on my inner part. Biting on my lip, I moan when his fingers snake their way inside. Instinctively, my hips start rocking against his hand slowly building the rhythm. Ryan's mouth presses onto mine again slipping his tongue in. There's just something so intense yet gentle about him in this moment, our souls connecting on another level. His thumb circles my clit while his long fingers curve inside reaching the spot making me gasp feeling the tingle building. "Fas.., faster!" I moan, rocking my hips harder against him. He does as I asked, watching me intensely as I get closer. "Talk... say..." I beg, realizing I miss hearing him talk. "You're so beautiful right now!" I was expecting something dirty but somehow it still turns me on. I rest my hands on his knees leaning back, swaying my hips in rhythm with his fingers. A smirk appears on his lips when his fingers tap harder and faster on my sweet spot sending my body into a frenzy. Warm electric shocks are felt from my inner part to my toes leaving me panting. "You're so sexy, baby," he says with that seductive British accent of his. My body collapses onto his, out of breath.

Bringing my hands to his erection, I pump him at a steady pace. "Ella, your touch feels good!" His voice is strained. I make sure to pay attention to his balls too, massaging them while I pick up the pace slightly, a low grunt escapes his full lips. Reaching for my arms he lays me down on the couch with him on top. His nose rubs mine bringing a smile to my lips. I feel his cock pushing into my wetness as he moans. My instincts make me squeeze him inside with his hips rocking into mine at a slow pace. His beautiful green eyes are still staring intently into my soul. My nails graze the skin on his lower back while I kiss his neck, sucking under his ear. A twitch of his cock is felt inside announcing his orgasm building. My hands guide his head to my right breast asking for his tongue without words being said. He licks and flicks his tongue on my nipple. I feel myself tightening on him as a response.

Picking up the pace, he brings one of my legs to his shoulder plunging deeper inside. My cries get louder, unable to control myself. He rolls my left nipple in between his fingers. "I'm going...Ryan! I'm..." his lips stifle my words in a feverish kiss. I contract myself on him repeatedly knowing that will send him over the edge. "Fuck! Babe!" He says as he lets go, never slowing down. He brings his fingers to my bud rubbing until I relax into his touch bringing my leg back down as he slips out. Out of breath, we lay holding each other for a minute.

"I love you," he whispers in my ear. I smile telling him I love him. He stands up, scooping me in his arms, taking me to our bed. We lay in our usual spooning position, his hand in mine. I was getting worried sensing his sadness when he first got here but our love-making seems to have brought him peace. I'm torn wanting to know what was going on through his mind but afraid to ruin the perfect moment we just shared by asking.

"I was scared," he says softly, he always seems to be able to read my mind.

"Of?" I turn around, our faces inches away.

"I thought you might resent me for leaving you here alone, you might push me away." The last part stings because I've been doing a lot of progress but I guess I understand why he would still fear me pushing him away.

"I do wish you could be here with me but I knew the sacrifices that needed to be made from the beginning. I knew you being an actor meant having a busy schedule. I would never resent you for it!" I kiss him tenderly. He then shifts to lay on his back pulling me to rest my head on his chest. His fingers run through my hair until he drops his hand falling asleep. I send a prayer hoping our weekend together helps chase his fear away.