“Yeah,” he repeated. He glanced up at the driver, then shook his head slowly. I knew what that meant. Not in front of him. I sighed.
James frowned and leaned forward. For a moment, I thought he was going to go against what he had just motioned to me and kiss me anyway. But instead, he just moved to the side so he could whisper in my ear.
“I don't have to worry about knocking you up,” he whispered. “There's things I want to do to you.”
I shivered with anticipation. My heartbeat thudded in my ears and warmth flooded the core of my being. I scooted closer to him in the backseat. Not enough that it would raise any eyebrows, but as close as I could get. The hair on my arms raised, as if electrified by his presence. I wasn't sure I was going to make it all the way to the hotel room with him whispering things like that.
Here, nobody knew who we were.
Here, we could be ourselves.
As soon as the elevator doors closed behind us, we were free to be ourselves. Before it even started moving up, James had his hands on my ass, lifting up. I followed his lead immediately, wrapping my legs around him and grinding against him.
We made out like that the whole way up. I didn't know why anyone would be going up from another floor, but when the doors opened, I jumped off of James quickly.
Luckily, we were at our floor. James swept me up in his arms, carrying me as he walked toward the room. We had a room on the penthouse floor, but there were four rooms up there. I ran my fingers up and down his pectoral muscles as he walked. He moved with purpose, determined to get in the door to take advantage of my body.
He scanned his keycard easily and carried me across the threshold to the room, and for a moment I imagined he was carrying me into our honeymoon room. I knew I shouldn't think that way, that we could never get married, but I couldn't help it.
Still, he looked down at me like I was his new bride. In a moment, we were in the bedroom. He set me down on the bed gently, as if I were fragile. I didn't want to correct him. I wanted him to pamper me.
He pulled my shirt up, exposing my stomach. I had been touching it every chance that I could get, and now he seemed to be touching it the same way I had. “He's in there?” he asked.
“Or she,” I added quickly.
“Or she.”
“Yes, they're in there,” I said, smiling.
James leaned down and kissed my belly button softly. It was almost too sweet, too tender for how turned on I was right now. I was glad to be getting these signs that he loved me, but I also wanted him to show me how sexually attractive he found me.
He finally unbuttoned my pants, working them down. I laid there, completely paralyzed, wondering how he felt about me. Even though we had only had sex eight hours before, I knew that, now that I was pregnant, he would see me in a whole new light.
As he worked his way up to my flower, he kissed me over my panties. He seemed to breathe in my scent as he did so. I shivered with anticipation.
“Allie?”
“Mmm?” I responded. It wasn't really a coherent word.
“This,” he started. Then, he pulled my panties to the side. He touched my opening gently, pressing along the sides and beginning to loosen me up. “This is mine. Forever. No matter how secret we have to keep it.”
I whimpered.
He kept teasing me, not touching my clit and not fingering me. “Are we agreed?”
I whimpered again. At least this time it sounded like an “mmm hmm.”
I could hear him practically growl as I laid there, still unable to move. “Mine!” he cried out, sounding very possessive. With a quick motion, he put his fingers inside of my panties and tore harder than he ever had before, ripping them in half. I recognized him snapping, so fiercely caught up in his own lust that he lost control.
I began to pull my shirt the rest of the way off as he tore his shirt off, his buttons skittering across the floor. Just one more shirt to add to his pile of ruined shirts due to me, I thought with a smile. His pants were off in another moment, his cock at full attention. I started to pull the remnants of my panties off my body but he was on top of me, kissing me as he positioned himself over me. I wrapped my hands around his back instead.
“This is mine,” he said again, pushing himself within my body quickly. I gasped with the suddenness of it, but he must have known how wet I was. He slid right in, completing me, making me whole. I knew then that my life would be good as long as he was a part of me.
“I love you, Allie,” he said before kissing me. He continued to thrust.
I broke the kiss. “Oh, I love you so much, James. I've loved you for as long as I've known you.”
“Me too,” he agreed, though as usual I wasn't sure if he was talking about loving me or loving himself. I didn't care. I just needed to feel him inside of me.