Page 50 of Because of Blake
Blake’s response is a low groan as he puts his hands under my thighs, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him. I’m not entirely sure how he does it, but he carries me up the stairs to his bedroom in this position. It’s kind of hot.
Setting me on his bed, he pulls the shirt off me. I lean back onto my elbows, my legs twisting together as I squirm under his gaze. For as much as he’s seen me naked in the last twelve hours, I’m still uncomfortable for some reason.
Blake’s eyes trail my body several times as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.
“What?” I ask, nervously. He’s staring too long. It makes me wonder if he’s rethinking things.
“I keep waiting for you to disappear when I blink.”
I pinch the bed sheet between my fingers. “I’m not going to disappear.”
“Good.” Blake climbs over me, locking his mouth on mine. His lips part my own and his tongue finds its way inside.
Blake’s hands travel up my sides, stopping to cup my breasts, and his fingers twist and flick my nipples, making desire settle between my thighs. He runs a hand down, rounding my hip and squeezing my ass, groaning as he does. His mouth moves down my chin, my neck, my collarbone, then stops to take a pebbled nipple between his teeth.
I let out a wispy moan and grip his shoulders, my fingers digging into his taut muscles.
Sliding off my panties, Blake runs a trail of kisses around my breasts, ribs, and stomach. With his tongue in my bellybutton, his hands gently brush my thighs and push them apart. I feel his fingers run along my wetness, softly caressing before slipping inside me. One, then two, swirling and pulsing as his other hand mimics the movement on my breast.
I twist my fingers into his hair and whisper, “Blake.”
“Fuck, I love how my name sounds on your lips,” he says quietly against my stomach. “But I want it louder.” He pushes another finger inside me, hooking them and twirling my clit with his thumb.
I can’t do anything except arch my back and buck my hips into him. My moans grow louder, I’m almost yelling his name as he waits for the crest to break before pushing himself inside me. A strained groan emanates from his throat as he begins thrusting. His steaming breath floats across my skin with every exhale, and it feels incredible.
“Oh, God. Fuck, Blake!” I shout as I succumb to yet another orgasm.
I tense around his erection, my fingers digging into his back, and I shudder against his chest. Blake gives a few more quick pumps before pulling out, finishing on my stomach again with a groan of release.
Kissing my collarbone, he lifts himself from the bed and heads to the bathroom. He brings back some tissues and very gently wipes my stomach.
“You know, you don’t have to do that,” I say.
“Do what? Clean up my mess? Yes, I most certainly do,” he says, turning to toss the tissues into the wastebasket.
“No, I mean, pulling out… you don’t have to.”
Blake stops mid-step on his way back to the bed, his eyes wide. “Why? Don’t tell me you’re in the market for another baby.”
I laugh. “No, definitely not.” My laughter subsides and I turn my head to look at the sheets, twisting them between my fingers. “Even if I was, I couldn’t have one.”
Blake settles on the bed next to me. “Why not?”
“Because after Dylan was born, I had a hysterectomy.”
“Is that what this is from?” He runs his fingers lightly across my scar.
I nod. “Getting pregnant with Dylan was harder than with Sydney. We struggled so much that I finally went to the doctor, which is when I found out about Dylan.”
“Was something wrong?”
“Not with Dylan, but with me, yes. After he was born, I had a lot of… issues. I went through several doctor visits, and birth controls, before they discovered cysts and a fibroid. The doctors didn’t even know how I got pregnant in the first place.”
“Wow, how scary.”
“It was. There was nothing they could do except remove everything. But we had our two happy, healthy kids, so it wasn’t a huge deal.” I tilt my head up to see Blake’s reaction, my nerves clenched to the brink of snapping, but when I’m met with a look of pure sympathy, I feel every muscle in my body ease.
“Maggie, I’m glad it all worked out, but why are you telling me this?”