Chapter 79

"Are you sure you want me?"

"I've never been so sure of anything in my life," I told her and my hand caressed her cheek. She smiled slightly at my touch. "Is that what you want? Do you want this baby?"

"Yes," she breathed. "I've prayed ... I've prayed for so long that God would find a way to give me a child..."

I leaned over and brushed the tears out of my lover's eyes. We kissed, tenderly. She started to cry, and I held her. This was the first time I think I had ever seen her break down completely.

My body pressed against hers. I just wanted to be close to her as the tears flowed. They were tears of joy. Her embrace was firm and loving.

"You can't know how much this means to me," she said in my ear.

"Then make love to me," I replied and sat back. "Look at me, McKayla. I'm all yours. Body, mind, heart and soul."

Her hands caressed my legs, sending chills up and down my body.

"You are so beautiful." Her voice was soft.

"Are you going to think that after this baby—your baby—comes and makes my tits sag?" I asked, a teasing tone in my voice. "And after stretch marks cover my belly? What about in a few years, when you're still in great shape and people start calling me 'the short dumpy one'?"

"You will always be the most beautiful woman in the world, Paige," McKayla told me. "No one else even comes close."

"Not even Selma Hayek?"

"No way," McKayla said with a smile.

"Jessica Alba?"

"Let me think about that for a minute ... ummm, NO!" It was good to hear the laughter back in her voice.

My hands went to her chest and I squeezed her breasts as if they were ripe melons. "Then make love to me, McKayla. I'm going to ride you and then you're going to fuck me. I want you to make this baby yours."

This time when we kissed, the hunger was back.

We started slowly. I began to grind my hips against her. She bucked her hips against me, trying to figure out how much she could give me.

It took us a few tries and there were a couple of painful strokes, but soon we fell into an easy rhythm. My toes started to tingle as the cock inside me started hitting the right spots.

I threw my head back. My hands went to my breasts and I cupped them indulgently.

"Do you like watching me ride you?" I asked.

"Yes, I do, baby," she replied.

"I love the way it feels ... but I want you. Are you ready to fuck me?" My legs were starting to get a little tired from being on top for so long.

"I think so," she said, a little hesitant.

Rolling off her, I lay on my back and spread my legs. My pussy had already been stretched by the dildo and I waited to receive my lover.

Her eyes smoldered with passion. She got up on her knees in front of me, the phallus sticking out like a jib spar on a tall ship. Her hair had fallen over her shoulders.

I pulled her down on top of me and we kissed again. I lifted my hips and reached down between us.

Taking the strap-on in my hand, I guided it to my open slit. Her lips brushed mine. I moaned as she pressed forward, impaling me.

When she was buried all the way inside me, she stopped. Waiting.

Even though I had prepared myself for this over the past week, as I lay underneath McKayla, the impact of what we were doing fully hit me. Symbolically, she was impregnating me. I could tell by the look in her eyes she knew it, too.

She was taking responsibility for a child that wasn't hers. She was telling me that she was willing to be linked to me forever. She was telling me that our love was worth fighting for, through good times, sickness, wealth, poverty and all the other tribulations in life.

Of course, none of this would make a lick of difference in court. It wasn't legally binding. But as I looked up at her, into her eyes, I knew that she was making that promise to me. And that was all that mattered.

I began to move my hips slowly. She was letting me take control of this part. I think she was afraid of hurting me.

My pussy burned with desire. The dildo was just the right size to brush my g-spot. The juices began to flow.

After a few strokes, McKayla began moving her hips in time with mine. She couldn't feel what it was like to be inside me, but she matched my rhythm.

"Harder," I gasped.

"Like this?"

"Yes, love." My eyes were closed. "Just like that."

Her lips went to my neck and that sensitive spot just behind my ear. I moaned.

I arched my back as she thrust into me. Deeper. Harder. Faster.

My hands reached around and grasped her shapely ass, pulling her into me. In response, she cupped my breasts, which seemed a little extra sensitive.

Was it the sexual excitement? Or was it my impending motherhood? I didn't care. I just wanted to feel her touch.

She varied her rhythm, trying to get comfortable. Where the first few strokes were tentative, like she didn't want to hurt me, after it was quickly apparent that I was enjoying having her mount me, McKayla began to thrust in harder and faster.

A delighted squeal escaped my lips.

"Oh, yes!" I cried out. "Just like that ... McKayla ... That feels so good!"

The tingling had spread from my toes throughout my body.

Above me, McKayla had propped herself up on her elbow. Her free hand was cupping my breast.

Her tongue entered my willing mouth.

Harder. Deeper. Faster.

"You're so beautiful," I vaguely heard her whisper. The blood was coursing through my veins. I was beginning to feel lightheaded.

My pussy was slick, and not just from the lube I had put on her.

My hands reached around and I tried to pull her to me.

"No," she said quietly. "I want to see your face when you cum."

Through eyes that were hooded over with pleasure, I saw her angelic face. I saw the love in her eyes.

I gave myself to her.