CHAPTER644
I bite my lip seductively then pull him down on top of me to bite his lip instead. Making it clear that Sophie wants first time to be kinky and satisfying. I am in no mood for gentle, slow and easy. I want my Carrero with the fiery and passionate side to let loose. Arrick wastes no time in reacting, devouring me with a kiss he trails down my body and over my breasts and I arch again under him. His hands skimming me, pulling me around and then he flips us, so I am on top and pushes me to sit up over him. I grind down on him, finding him ready and willing to go as my hands work their way around his shaft to finally connect us.
“We need a condom… wait.” Arrick leans over to reach out to the bedside table and I grab his wrist impulsively. Nervous that I haven’t had the courage to broach this before now and hoping he doesn’t take this the wrong way.
“We don’t … Maybe we should … You know?” I sound nervous and unsure as my heart somersaults around in my chest; he gazes at me for a moment, his jawline tightens, and that tiny flicker of muscle makes me feel sick again, this time with anxiety that I am ruining this moment.
“Is that what you want? After Paris… I figured you didn’t.” His eyes lock on mine and I nod. Unsure how else to say, ‘I want to try for a baby.’
“I don’t know… Maybe.” I’m instantly shy, even though it’s dumb and Arrick is being way too unreadable in this moment.
I’m ruining this. I should have just let him get a condom.
“Maybe or yes, Sophs?” He is being way to anal about my answer, looking deadly serious and I swallow hard. Palms clammy and heart fluttering as everything inside of me starts to shiver. I know he wants to be clear in case I get pregnant after this and freak out like before. He’s trying to make sure this is not some impulsive drunk decision. I’m not drunk, it’s all I have thought about since that day.
“I want your baby.” I utter it softly, holding my breath.
Arrick sits up, pushing me back slightly so he can, and comes nose to nose with me, straddling him still in an intimate way and kisses me. He doesn’t say anything else, teases my tongue, locks my mouth to his and slowly slides me up and enters me. Pulling me down on him and starts to move me against him slowly and firmly. Both tears and relief battle to take control as I wrap myself around him and move against him in time to recapture the fire of moments ago. Pushing the emotion away as pleasure overtakes all and I am soon moaning and arching against expert hands as he thrusts into me over and over.
Arricks teeth catch my nipples and I throw my head back, increasing the speed and rhythm of our grinding. Body heating once more and aching with so many sensations. I’m set free, from everything, and having him inside of me knowing there’s a very real chance we could be creating another life, fuels me on in a way I never knew it could. Wanton, consumed by emotion and I am ravenous for him.
Moving hard and fast, riding him like a sex starved porn star, building to another crazily close climax has me clawing at him insanely. But nausea comes up fast behind the wave and dizziness is close on its heel. Unable to hold myself together as it comes to me out of nowhere, realization grips me as I try to tense myself still. I grip his shoulders, nails digging in, but he seems oblivious, so lost in what he feels that he’s missing that my aggressive sex tactics are turning into fear induced panic that I am going to be sick over the top of him again. I can’t speak, vomit is literally bubbling up in my mouth as he keeps thrusting into me, so that I have a mouthful of fluid in record time and I shove him back hard.
Arrick flails his hands as he falls back, laughing at my pushy assault because he thinks I am turning dominatrix on him mid sex again. Only instead of carrying on, I fall sideways in a bid to get off him, holding a hand over my mouth to contain it. Literally scrambling like a mad woman to not throw up on him and make this so much worse.
“Sophie? Are you okay?” Arricks voice follows me as I fall off the bed and practically crawl for the bathroom. I’m literally holding onto it with all my will power as I crash about clumsily with dizziness.
I don’t know how I do it, but I do. I get my face down the cold porcelain bowl of my bathroom before I let loose, throwing up dramatically and everything goes a little topsy turvy."
