Rupert Fantasy - Paul Prentice - NC-17
To end this year’s “Under the mistletoe” stories:
One year later - A sequel to the Paul Prentice Advent Calendar Stories from 2014
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You hear him coming up the stairs to your flat and start to fidget. You are incredibly nervous as you stare at the hastily wrapped present in your hands. How do you give someone this kind of news. You can’t just call, can you? Or write a text? No… he came over to spend the night anyway. The celebrate New Year’s Eve. First you’d have drinks here and then maybe meet some people at his favourite pub…
And now… now everything was different. A major change of plans. Not only for tonight….
You can’t sit still any longer and start to walk around the living room.
You can hear him opening the door with the key you gave him for Christmas. You look at the little package in your hands. He probably won’t like this present as much… at least that’s what you are guessing.
You clear your throat and try to smile. He comes into the room. He’s smiling brightly and enthusiastically. He’s clearly ready to party. To celebrate.
You swallow hard and try not to freak out already.
“Hey.” You murmur.
“Hey.” He smiles and walks over to you. “Is something wrong?” He asks when he wants to pull you into his arms but you pull away slowly.
The smile has dropped from his face and you feel your stomach churning even more.
You press a hand against it. “No. Not…not really.” You say and thrust out the little wrapped package.
“Here. This is… this is for you. A … a belated Christmas present.” You stutter and bite your lip. He is frowning even harder now but takes the present.
“Alright.” He says cautiously and gives you another look. “Thanks.” He murmurs and starts to unwrap it. Slowly. He knows something is up. You are a bad actress.
You sigh and close your eyes. Then you open them again quickly. You actually do want to see his face. Need to see his face.
He looks at the box and opens it slowly. He stares at the content. He blinks and stares some more.
“What?” He asks and looks at you. “What? I…” He blinks quickly and coughs. He holds out the package to you. You look at the white stick lying inside of it.
“I…this is…” You start to say when he interrupts you with wide eyes.
“A pregnancy test! I know what that is!” He says and stares hard at you.
“Y..Yes. It’s… that. And…it’s…it’s positive.” You whisper.
He doesn’t say anything. His face is full of shock. He sinks down on the couch and stares at the box.
“You…you are…?” He lets the sentence hang in the air. No words are coming to him.
“I’m pregnant.” You nod. It feels weird to actually say it out loud. It makes it real. You haven’t said it out loud before.
You sit down on the couch heavily. Your knees suddenly feel week. Your stomach is flipping over. “I didn’t get my period…I took the test.” You explain to him and look at him again. He puts the box down and takes a few deep breaths.
He is trying not to flip out. You know it. This wasn’t planned. At all. But it happened.
“Are you sure?” He says quietly.
You nod. “You are holding test number nine.”
That makes him smile and he shakes his head again. “I…I don’t know what to say.” He is clearly lost for words and is still staring at you. Every emotion on his face you have seen before. In the mirror. After you took test no 1.
Shock. Fear. Wonder.
“I will see a doctor once the holidays are over. But I am sure.” You say. He rubs his hand over his mouth and nods.
He reaches for your hand blindly and holds it tightly.
It hurts a little bit but you squeeze his hand just as hard. “Well, fuck me.” He says and you feel like laughing. You are probably a bit hysterical. “That’s what got us in this mess in the first place.” You burst out.
He looks at you and shakes his head. “Yeah. We’ll make it work though, won’t we?” He says. It’s more a question than anything else.
“I want to. Do you want to?” You ask quietly. This was really all it came down to. There was a lot you had to plan and talk about and do… but you didn’t even need to start discussing and planning and trying to figure things out when he didn’t want to work through this with you. Together with you.
“Yeah.” He nods and rubs his neck. “Yeah, we will.” He says and you feel a weight lifting off your heart.
You smile tentatively and he leans forward to kiss you. Gently. Carefully. His hands rest on your hips.
You sigh. Your lips are very sensitive to his touch and you kiss him a bit deeper. You are so relieved and happy about his reaction that you are not ready to let go yet.
He pulls you into his arms. He lets his tongue slide into your mouth. You kiss him back passionately. Half happy, half desperately.
He groans. He caress your body. He pulls you onto his lap and pushes up your top. He stares at you. Your stomach. He covers it with his hands. The touch feels comforting. Very warm and caring.
There was a baby in there. Growing inside of you. His and yours. Your baby.
His thumb brushes over your belly button and you know he is thinking the same.
He makes a quiet sound in the back of his throat and kisses you again. Even harder now. Deeper. His hand keeps covering your stomach and you start to push and pull on his clothes as well.
You want to feel him. Feel it physically that he won’t leave you. That he wants to be part of this. Part of this new future that you didn’t really plan like this.
He groans and helps to undress you, to undress himself.
He lies on the couch and you lie down next to him. Your back to his chest. He kisses along your shoulder and nape. Hot, open mouthed kisses. He tastes your skin and moans. He pulls you back. Against his hips. You won’t need to bother with protection now. The thought pops into your head. Makes you giggle. He kisses the noise away. Turns it into a loud moan.
His hard cock is pressed against his arse cheeks.
He makes it slide between your legs. It rubs against your clit, your wet vagina. You moan and move back against him.
Your fingers are tangling, your head resting on his arms. His cock nudged against your entrance and then he slips inside.
Slowly. Inch by inch. So very slowly. Your eyes roll back. His cock opens you up. His hand comes to rest on your stomach again. Under your belly button. He caresses the skin and you shiver. Then he starts to move.
Long, smooth thrusts. He moans your name and kisses your neck.
You hold his hand tightly. Feel his reassuring, broad body against your back. He is holding you. Making love to you. Carefully. Exploring your body anew. He touches your breasts, your hard nipples. His hand returns to your lower stomach again and again.
You shiver. Feel lust curl through your veins. You feel safe in his arms. And for the first time you aren’t freaking out. You feel sure that you’ll make it through it, that you’ll really work it out. To have a baby together. Be a family.
You moan and he thrusts a bit harder. His fingers slide between your legs. He caresses your clit. Gently. Just right.
You start to tremble. Your orgasm washes over you. It lingers, fills every pore, every inch of your body. Your nerve endings are tingling. All over. You feel like you are soaring. In his arms. As you reach your high.
And he stills as well. Enjoys to feel you like this. Let your pleasure trigger his and he follow you and cums. Inside of you…
He groans and gasps. And you whisper his name. His arms wrap tightly around you. You hope that the new year will be a happy one. For you. And him. And your baby.
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