Visions of the Future

Hannah

“All right. We didn’t get a chance to talk earlier. So tell me about your appointment.”

Jordan was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. In one hand, he held a smaller towel that he was rubbing through his damp hair.

We had just gotten home from the gym and had taken a mostly chaste shower together. I had tried to keep his hands from wandering because we needed to talk before that happened.

“It was good. I dropped to 182, and my body fat was 33.1.”

“That’s amazing, baby.” He smiled genuinely. “I can definitely see it. Your legs have started to trim down, and you’ve got some serious muscle tone going on.”

Even though he saw me naked regularly, I still felt myself blushing at his observations of my changing body. I could feel what he was talking about, but the fact that he noticed made me feel sexy in his eyes.

“Come here.” He extended his hand toward me, and I took it, stepping in between his legs.

There was still some moisture dotted across his bare chest, and I itched to trace it across his skin.

His lips were warm and moist as he leaned forward and kissed a trail across my shoulders, his large hands firmly grasping the backs of my thighs.

“I thought we were talking,” I scolded, as I leaned back a little.

“You can keep talking... I’m kissing,” he murmured against my skin, and I felt a flush surge through my body as he released the clasp on my bra. He was making it hard to stay focused. “Why did you even bother putting this back on?”

“My results should be in tomorrow, but the scan showed my metabolism was up. I’m only a few percent away from being within the high normal range... ahhhhhh…”

I moaned as he tugged the loose material from my arms, and his lips closed around my nipple.

“Mmm…” he hummed against my skin.

“You’re making it hard to concentrate.” I gripped his shoulders and held on as he teased me with his tongue.

“Maybe you need to lie down,” he whispered as he gripped my waist and tugged me toward the bed.

The towel luckily remained on as he stood and turned me, urging me to lie down against the pillows. He followed me onto the bed, kneeling between my outstretched legs and tugging at the waistband of my panties.

“Talking... we need to talk,” I moaned as he knelt above me, straddling my legs and slipping a hand between my legs.

“Let me make you feel good first. You took care of me earlier, now it’s my turn.”

His long fingers parted my folds, and he slipped two inside me as his thumb lazily rolled my clit.

“Hmm. You look delectable.” His voice was low and raspy as he braced one hand against the headboard beside my head, starting to pick up the pace with his other hand.

I was panting loudly and squirming against him as he leaned down to capture a nipple between his teeth.

“Ohhhh...” My moan was loud in the quiet room, its only competition the fast pound of my heart and the sound of Jordan’s fingers between my thighs.

“Mmm,” Jordan hummed against my skin. “Fuck, I love your tits.”

He kissed across to my other breast and tugged on that nipple. A searing tingle shot through me as he nipped at the hardened bud.

My walls clenched around his fingers, and I felt myself getting wetter as he curled his fingers inside me.

His muscular bicep stretched next to my face as he kissed a trail down to my navel, tickling my stomach with his facial hair.

I expected him to kiss his way back up, but he moved himself down the bed a little, his large palm leaving the headboard and cupping my breast as his lips continued their path lower.

His thumb left my heated skin, and his warm, wet tongue replaced it, sucking gently on my engorged bud.

“Oh, God…” I moaned as he resumed the motion of his fingers inside me, while his lips increased the suction.

My hips shot up off the bed, and he didn’t even pause, his fingers plunging into me with purpose as he drove me closer and closer to orgasm.

I sporadically clenched against him as my hips squirmed against the sheets under the onslaught of his warm tongue.

“Yeeesssss!” My head pressed back into the pillow, and I spasmed against his lips and fingers. The throb of my pussy was overwhelming enough to bring tears to the corners of my eyes.

“That was gorgeous,” he murmured as he kissed across my pelvis and removed his fingers from inside of me.

“Oh, my God. I can’t feel my face.” I giggled as he continued kissing a trail up the side of my stomach and across my breasts.

The tart sweetness of my release lingered on his lips as he kissed me gently, and then more firmly as he positioned himself between my legs, the damp towel the only thing between us.

“I’m never going to get tired of seeing you all rumpled and satisfied against my pillows,” he confessed.

“Mmm… they are comfortable pillows.” I smiled up at him as he braced his forearms on either side of my face.

“Stay with me,” he whispered as he leaned forward to peck my lips lightly.

“I am staying with you.”

A small grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he used his fingertips to push the hair off my temples.

“I want you to stay here all the time,” he paused as he traced the shell of my ear with his fingertip. His heart was beating frantically against mine, and I ran my hands down the warm skin of his sides.

“Hannah, live with me. For real.”

“What?” I whispered as my heart raced to match his.

“I want you to move in here with me. Live with me?”

My breath caught in my throat, and a tear slipped out of the corner of my eye as he gently kissed my cheekbone and down to my ear.

“Please?”

“Oh…” I moaned as he nipped at my earlobe.

“Is that a yes?” He smiled into my neck.

“Uh.” I was having trouble formulating words.

“You don’t have to decide now, but it’s what I want. I want you here, even when I’m not... I want to know I’m leaving you in my bed all grumpy and sleepy when I go to work, and that you’ll be here when I come home.”

The tears came faster, and my breath stuttered as he leaned back and wiped the moisture from my cheeks.

I nodded as he looked into my eyes, and the smile that spread across his face was the most radiant I’d ever seen.

“Yes?” he asked hopefully.

“Yes.” I knew that now was probably the perfect time to talk to him before we got caught up in what I knew was inevitable as he pressed his hardness between my legs. “But…”

“No... no buts. You’re staying.” He rubbed his scruffy cheek against my jaw.

“I need to talk to you about something. It’s important,” I insisted.

He settled against the bed next to me and traced a finger down my skin. It was making it hard to concentrate on formulating words again, but I had to keep my focus.

“You’re not talking, Hannah,” he teased as he continued tracing his finger down my thighs and between my legs.

His lips closed on my shoulder, and I felt him shift against my thigh, the towel gaping open slightly.

“You’re making it hard to concentrate again,” I accused as his warm flesh rubbed against mine.

“Then maybe we should talk after…” His hand reached down and started to pull the towel away from his hips.

“No... wait.”

He stopped and propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at me. “I’m listening.”

His large palm rested in the middle of my stomach, and I brought my hand up to cover his.

“My doctor removed my IUD today.”

“Oh.” He looked a little surprised but not upset.

“It was at the end of its effectiveness, so she asked me if I wanted to replace it.”

He nodded slightly, and I kept talking.

“I had her take it out, but she didn’t put in a new one,” his eyes widened, and I rushed to continue. “She gave me the shot, which is good for three months. But we’ll need to use condoms for the next week or so.”

“All right, I can run out to buy some,” he said, leaning back.

I shook my head and grasped his forearm before he could stand from the bed. “I already got some. But she said after three months I can get a new IUD put in or we can discuss my options.”

“I’m all right with whatever you’re comfortable with,” he said quietly.

“I know... but the IUD is good for five years. I didn’t want to make that decision by myself.”

“It’s your body, Hannah,” he insisted.

I was quiet for a few moments, and he just watched me. This was the part that made me nervous to talk about.

My eyes drifted to the ceiling as my voice dropped to a whisper. “Do you want kids, Jordan?”

He was quiet. I was afraid to look at him, but I knew he was just thinking through his answer.

“Are you talking hypothetically? Or with you?”

My head turned in his direction, and I was surprised by the soft smile on his face.

“With me,” I whispered.

His fingers caressed the skin of my abdomen, gently running across the surface. “With you, I can see them.”

I nodded nervously and wasn’t sure if I should speak.

“Now might not be the best time, but can you keep getting the shot for a little while?”

“Yeah, it’s good for three months. So I can keep going until…” I trailed off.

“Okay…” He dropped his body closer to mine and ran his fingers through my hair on the pillow.

“I don’t want to commit to something that serious until I know what the plan is for the gym and my family. It’s not that I haven’t thought about it.”

“I know... the timing isn’t the best. But I didn’t want to put another one in without seeing what you wanted.” His opinion on this mattered as much as mine if we had a future together.

“I do want it, Hannah... to see my baby here,” he whispered as he splayed his fingers above my belly button.

“Let’s see how living together goes for the next three months, and we can revisit it when you’re due for your next shot.”

“All right.”

He kissed my cheek and then pushed himself to sit up next to me. The towel fell away from his hips, and his hardness was jutting up from his lap. “Now where are those condoms?”

I laughed as I pointed to my bag in the corner. He leaped up from the bed and unzipped my bag, digging through it for a few moments.

“Victory,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows as he turned around with the box in his hand. His large fingers ripped it open, and he pulled out a strip of packets, walking forward to drop them on the nightstand.

“Now where were we?” he asked as he ripped one open with his teeth and pulled it out, quickly sheathing himself.

“Right about here,” I smiled as I cupped both of my breasts in my hands and bit my lip as I looked up at him.

He growled and climbed on top of me, settling between my legs.

“I think it’s time I fucked you in ~our~ bed,” he whispered roughly, making me arch up into him as he pressed inside of me, filling me completely. “I love you, Hannah.”

“I lo—ooh…” My response was lost in a loud moan as he pulled his hips back and thrust back inside forcefully, my back arching up from our bed again as he filled us both with pleasure.