PAIGE
I'm doing it tonight. I'm telling Travis about the baby. All of my apprehension about where we stand as a couple has simply melted away over the last week. He has been my rock throughout my mother's recent health problems. He hasn't faltered, not even once. Even with Dad, Lily and Matt giving him the stink eye every time they get the opportunity.
Travis has come to show me that he really is a standup guy. If there's anyone I want to raise a baby with it's him. I know there's a lot to figure out, but I think in time we will.
I'm confident about the decision I've made, but that doesn't mean I'm not still nervous. I'm about 99.99% sure that he will take the news in stride and step up. However, there is that 0.01% of me that thinks this could go any way. People sometimes surprise you. I just hope this isn't one of those times.
I can't help but be excited as I stand in the elevator on my way up to Travis's penthouse. I miss him. It's been two days since I've seen him and it's like I've been having Travis withdrawal symptoms.
I knock on his door and when he pulls it open, I can immediately tell something is off.
"Hey," I say.
"Hello," he says as he steps out of the way for me to enter. He avoids my eyes the entire time.
"How was your day?"
"It was hectic."
"Did you manage to solve the problem that has kept you busy for the past two days?"
"Not yet."
Travis has never been a smiley sunshiny kind of guy, but he is being a little too broody, even for him. However, I don't ask him about it because we are all entitled to a bad day every now and again.
"Come..." He turns around and starts walking to his dining area. "Dinner is getting cold. I hadCafé Melbasend over some food."
Once we get to the table, he pulls out my chair and I sit. He sits across the table from me and we begin the most uncomfortable dinner I have ever had in my life. With a fork and knife in his hand, his plate has his undivided attention. He simply won't look at me. I'm starting to think this is more than just a bad day. Something is very wrong.
"Hey, Travis?"
He finally looks up at me, but his face is stoic. "Yeah?"
"What's wrong?"
"What do you mean?"
I shrug. "I don't know. I just feel like you are on edge for some reason. Did something happen?"
"No, nothing has happened. I'm fine."
"Don't lie to me. You aren't fine. I know you."
He smiles, but it doesn't light up his face like it usually does. "Honestly, there's nothing wrong. I guessI just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Plus, like I told you, I'm kind of having a little bit of a crisis at work with one of my companies."
"Well, is there anything I can help with?"
He smiles again, but this time more of his face comes alive with it. "Thank you so much for offering, but no. It's not something you can help with."
We finish the rest of our dinner and retire to the living room and cuddle on the couch. He flips on the TV and we watch. Although I am staring at it, I'm not paying any attention, and I suspect that neither is he.
An idea pops into my head to get Travis out of this funk.
I slide the palm of my hand over his crotch and I feel his cock instantly plump up.
I shift my eyes to his. I smirk at him, and a loud chuckle rumbles out of him.
I disentangle myself from him and get on my knees in front of him between his spread legs. He sits up, all humor melting off his face. I take hold of his sweats at his sides and begin to pull them down. He raises his hips to help me along. When I pull them past his thighs his thick cock springs up and stands tall right in front of me.
"God Paige, the things you do to me. I was soft literally 30 seconds ago."
"I like that I have this effect on you," I say as I reach forward and wrap my hand around him.
He hisses and throws his head back. I pump him a few times then lean forward and place a kiss on the throbbing head of his member.
When I pull back he's looking at me with an intensity I have never seen from him.
Without breaking eye contact, I lean forward and lick him from base to tip, and I feel a shiver rock his body. Ithen engulf the head of his dick with my mouth and am immediately rewarded with the silky and salty taste of pre-cum.
A strangled moan escapes him as I sink down on him inch by inch, taking him until he hits the back of my throat.
With a fist at the base of his dick I work him over until he is bucking into my mouth. Before long, he stills beneath me and pulls me off him and his cock pops out of my mouth.
"If you keep doing that, I'm going to blow my load down your throat and I don't want this to end just yet."
"You don't?" I ask as I begin to mount him. I hike up my skirt and place a knee on either side of his hips.
I lean down and take his mouth in a blistering kiss. As he mauls me, his hand goes to my hair and he pulls it free of its band. I've noticed that he likes my hair down. He's never said it to me, but every chance he gets he does this. Although I don't mind it, I don't particularly like my hair free, but I like that it makes him happy.
He runs his fingers through my hair as he rotates his hips beneath me, causing his cock to rub against me as I grind my crotch onto him.
His hands go to the top of my blouse and he rips it open. Buttons go pinging in every direction, but I don't care. I unhook my bra and take it off. The second my breasts are exposed to the air, his mouth comes down on my nipple and my back arches. He palms my other breast while I continue to writhe on top of him.
At this point I'm sure I have soaked through my panties. I've had enough. I need him inside me.
I get up on my knees, move the light material of my underwear aside and line him up with my entrance.
"Don't you want to get acondom?" he asks.
"Don't want to stop..." I pant. "We're good...on birth control."
He nods and without wasting any more time I sink down on him and my thighs quiver. His hands go to my back, and he presses his forehead in between my breast as he undulates beneath me.
We stay like this for a moment then I rise ever so slightly and then seat myself back onto him. In this position, I'm almost completely in control of what's going on. I like that. I want to give him as much pleasure as I possibly can, and that's exactly what I do.
I pick up the pace and ride him with everything I've got. I scratch at his chest while he claws up my back. I bounce on him with wild abandon as he fucks up into me as much as I will allow him.
It doesn't take long before he's shouting, "I'm about to cum."
His hands go to my waist and he holds me still as he frantically jackhammers into me from beneath, pouring himself into me.
I've always needed clitoral stimulation to cum, but this time is different. Seeing him come apart below me is all I need to follow him off the edge.
I ride out my orgasm on him.
When I open my eyes, he is staring up at me adoringly. "I love you," he says. "And I'm not just saying that because my mind is in a sex haze. I love you and I have for a while. I thought you should know."
I smile and wrap my arms around his neck. "I love you too."
"Are you just saying that?"
"Have you ever known me to go along to get along?"
He smiles then rises to kiss me, and I can feel the weight of his words in the kiss.
When we break apart, I ease off him and he lays back on the couch, taking me with him. I rest my head on his chest and can hear his strong heartbeat beneath his rib cage. The sound soothes me.
I know I had wanted to tell him about the baby tonight, but I don't think this is the right time. Although my goal was to bring him out of his mood with sex, I still feel the cloud that is hanging over him. So this is not the time. I will wait until whatever is going on with him passes. Then I will tell him.
I just hope I don't have to wait long.