Sandra did as he ordered, then shut the bathroom door behind her. This was probably the most embarrassing moment of her life. Her husband of two weeks wanted her to masturbate for his pleasure. What would Cathy say if she knew? Sandra pulled the string from within her and frowned as she glanced down, letting it fall in the toilet. There was barely any blood on it. That was not the norm for her. She was typically a heavy bleeder. Perhaps it really was the change in altitude or the stress they had been under. Either way, she hoped the flood gates didn’t open when they were making love or swimming in the pool. Walking back to the bed seemed to take a lifetime. She was nervous, anxious and embarrassed. She had danced for him, she had played with herself for his pleasure, but she had never used the toys. That was his thing, and she enjoyed it. Creighton smiled at her apprehension and reached up, taking her hand in his and kissing each finger in turn before pulling her to straddle his hip
He pushed into her slowly as she continued to run the buzzing ball over her labia and clitoris. It took barely three thrusts before he felt the walls of her vagina tighten around him. She lifted her legs to a bent position, her hips rising off the bed toward him as she cried out. Her passion and orgasm spurred him on until he relented and joined her, holding her hips to him as he spilled his hot seed inside her.“I need a break,” she gasped as he lay beside her taking the wand from her hand and shutting it off.“Do you want a drink?” he asked. Sandra nodded as she moved off the bed then padded her way back into the bathroom.Creighton watched her walk away, a smile caressing his handsome lips. She was absolutely beautiful. His wife, his lover, his personal savior. If it weren’t for her, he would still be locked away in his flat in Chelsea. Fear and remorse would be his only allies. He stood up off the bed and took the wipes he used for the toys from the pack and cleaned her vibrators
“It appears you are pregnant,” the doctor said with a small smile. “Have you been trying to conceive?” Sandra’s eyes widened and Creighton’s breath caught in his throat. They knew there was a strong possibility that she would get pregnant, and they had talked about what they would do if it happened, but when she started bleeding it seemed that they would have to try again. Now, the confirmation of having a child began to filter through their brains, like a slow leak in a hose. The doctor cleared his throat and brought them back to reality.“We were hoping,” she heard herself saying. “But we thought…I mean…when I started bleeding…”“Is there anything wrong with the baby, or my wife?” Creighton’s voice was full of authority as he interrupted her rambling, but there was an underlying excitement that Sandra recognized, making her feel more anxious than she already did.“The blood tests show you are barely three weeks,” the doctor explained. “There is a point in early pregnancy where the
“I can’t imagine you doing anything wrong.” He kissed her forehead again before lifting her chin with his forefinger and thumb. “We’re in this together. I’ll be right there making the same mistakes as you are.”“Somehow, that makes me feel much better. Why don’t you do this, and I’ll just watch?” Creighton laughed, kissing her lips tenderly.“The reason men don’t have babies is because we’re all cowards at heart,” he said with a wide smile, the excitement beginning to shine in his sapphire blue eyes. “Let’s not tell anyone, not just yet,” she said with a shy grin. “I want this to be our secret until we’re sure everything is okay. Once we get home and things settle down, we’ll tell our families.” Creighton frowned for a brief moment then smiled and nodded his head.“I like the idea of sharing a secret with you.” “You have more than one,” she teased, pushing out of his grip and reaching for her clothes. “I don’t think your parents would be too excited to learn their baby boy has a dar
“Did I wake you?” he asked, his thumb caressing her soft cheek. Sandra yawned and shook her head.“No, I’m hungry.”“What would you like?” he teased her. “Pickles and ice cream perhaps?” Sandra wrinkled her nose and grunted her disapproval as she sat up from his lap.“How about fruit and yogurt,” she suggested.“I’ll call room service. What else would you like?” He stood as he spoke, walking into the adjoining kitchen and reached for the phone that connected to the hotel’s many services.“Do we have to eat here? Can’t we go out?” Creighton glanced out the window to the sun peeking through the drapes. They hadn’t seen it in so many days, it looked like a foreign object hanging in the sky.“It stopped raining. Would you like to eat at the restaurant downstairs and then take a walk around the gardens?”“I’d love to.” Sandra pulled her feet off the sofa and back into her shoes. Creighton stepped up to her side, steadying her on her legs as she fought off the effects of sleep, then smi
Sandra laughed as he hugged her closer to him, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her ear. Slowly, the soft sounds of music began to play, and she looked around, watching the couple walk through the garden opposite them playing a guitar duet for all and any who would listen and offer a coin or two. It was this place, she told herself as they watched the musicians mingle through the maze of flowers and shrubbery. There was a certain kind of magic among the leaves that made life seem to stop and turn around, Things were simple when a person sat there watching the birds in the trees and the bees in the flowers. There were no mysteries, no fears, no worries, just passion and love and hope for a better tomorrow. Perhaps this little thing inside her was the start of a new life for them. One that would lead them past the once was and into the will be. Creighton sat at the dining table, his computer opened in front of him as Sandra sat on the sofa, flipping through the book
“This isn’t for your punishment, Sandra. It’s for our child’s safety. Now promise me.” “I promise, I promise. I’ll tell you if it hurts.” “Just think of how great it will be once you’ve recovered from childbirth. I will make it well worth the wait and frustration of taking it easy.” Sandra smiled. The image of his words brought an array of delightful, wicked scenarios into her mind. She closed her eyes, basking in the sensations he was stirring to life. His tongue continued to explore her upper torso, her neck, her collarbone and her ear, where he tugged gently on the lobe. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his breath tickling the hairs on the back of her neck. “I want you to love me until I’m breathless,” she said. “That sounds like an offer I can’t refuse, even though you once again push me past my common sense.” Creighton rolled her over to her back, then stretched her arms above her head as he kissed her lips hard and passionately, their tongues dancing the familiar
Morning arrived much sooner than Creighton would have preferred, but as he rolled over to look at his wife asleep next to him, he smiled. He knew he would never be able to go back to sleep with her warm, naked body inches away from him. Given another day, perhaps he would have woken her, but he knew she was tired and needed her sleep. Everything he had read the past few days, stressed the need for increased rest the first few weeks of pregnancy.With a reluctant sigh, he moved out from beneath the covers and gathered his clothes he had worn the day before. He slipped his long legs back into his jeans and padded barefoot to the door, glancing over his shoulder once more before leaving her to sleep. The rooms of his flat didn’t seem quite so vast anymore. It was a feeling he noticed right off when he carried her over the threshold three weeks ago. The many times he had stayed here before, either on personal time or business, there was always a sense of loneliness that he could never qu