Love Over Envy: BWWM Pregnancy Romance Novel (10 page)

Genevieve knew it was foolish of her for her to let her emotions get in the way of logic. She knew she should have asked Sam to use a condom. Sure she was on birth control, but if her period was late, this could mean that her birth control had failed. It was always good to have a backup method, but Genevieve had forgotten that little detail of responsibility in the heat of the moment. Wasn’t it responsible enough to be clean and to use birth control? Now she was in a position that she had judged
many
other women for being in. Genevieve knew that this wasn’t a good look. She went into her bathroom with the test and peed on the white piece of plastic that would determine her fate.

Genevieve lost her faith in birth control that day. She felt a lump in her throat when she saw the results of the test. She didn’t even process what was happening. She just hung her body over the toilet and threw up. Genevieve was freaking out but she knew that she had to tell Sam immediately. There is no chance anyone else was father and that meant her next course of action had to be speaking to Sam and figuring out what he wanted her to do.

Was it his choice? Was it her choice? Was it a choice they had to make together? Genevieve didn’t know… She didn’t even know if she wanted this baby… Before, she had always judged women who had considered having an abortion but here she was thinking the same thing now. That was her first instinct. She didn’t want to become a single mother. She didn’t want to become bound to some man who she hardly knew because of a simple mistake. Did this even count as a mistake? Birth control should have been enough but it wasn’t…

Genevieve called Sam’s phone again and again but he didn’t pick up. She decided she would have to be satisfied with leaving him a message. This news could not wait.

Four Weeks Later

At first when Genevieve had told Sam about her pregnancy he had been uncertain of how to react. So much for keeping things casual. Both Sam and Genevieve decided to take the time to think about where things should go next. Genevieve was certain she couldn’t bring herself to have an abortion so that had been established right off the bat. In lieu of that, Sam and Genevieve decided to take some time apart to think. After a four-week period of thinking – without becoming romantically involved with anyone else – Sam and Genevieve decided to unite to discuss the status of their relationship and the status of their future child.

Throughout these four weeks apart conflict seemed to die down… Even with Greta. It wasn’t that Greta necessarily wanted things to die down. She had just taken her vacation days. Her parents were going back to Europe for a while and she had joined them since the plane tickets were free. When she returned to the states, she was more than ready for action; her return coincided ever so perfectly with Sam and Genevieve’s reunion. Greta had enjoyed the shopping in Amsterdam and Milan but she was more than ready to get back to her usual games on American soil.

Sam and Genevieve met up at Genevieve’s apartment. They were both nervous about their encounter with each other. Their break had been more difficult for either of them than they wanted to admit. “Casual” was a fallacy. There was a serious discussion to be had and neither of them could anticipate how the other would feel. That uncertainty morphed in both of their minds to imagining all kinds of possibilities both good and bad.

But when Sam knocked at Genevieve’s door and he saw her standing there as she opened it, all his anxiety floated away. It felt so good to see her face. She had changed just a little bit. Even if she was plenty thick before, her cheeks seemed even fuller. Genevieve had soft delicate glow about her. Her body had not quite started to fill out yet but she had gained a little bit of weight. Genevieve’s skin was still glowing walnut color. Sam didn’t know the proper way to greet her. Should they hug or kiss? Should he shake her hand? Genevieve answered the question for him. She grabbed Sam by the hand and pulled him into her apartment, planting a wet kiss on his lips. So that was where they stood. Sam held on to her waist as he kissed her back. He had to admit… That was the only greeting that felt right.

In each other’s arms, Genevieve and Sam knew they wouldn’t let go until they had seen things through to the end. They didn’t want to talk about anything serious right away. They just wanted to be with each other. It had been amazing that they managed to survive four weeks apart. Being able to touch the other again felt damned good. They didn’t want to stop kissing. Sam inhaled Genevieve’s sweet scent. He had missed that familiar smell. That simple inhalation aroused him; he could feel his cock straining through his pants. Sam had almost forgotten his bizarre non-consensual experience with that other woman. All other women faded to the background when Sam was with Genevieve. Sam instinctively reached around her back to unhook her bra. He wanted to have her now and Genevieve was doing nothing to resist him. It was clear that she wanted him too.

Genevieve had been desperate for connection ever since she had found out she was pregnant and she was starting to get hornier and hornier every day. It was hard for her to deal with these constant feelings of arousal, but somehow Genevieve had managed to do so without sleeping with another person. She knew that no other man could satisfy her the way that he could. She knew that every subsequent man would only pale in comparison. Genevieve had trusted in fate to bring her into Sam’s arms again. They were meant to be.

And even if they weren’t meant to be, he was damned fine. Once Genevieve’s bra was off, Sam’s hand wandered up the shirt towards her growing breasts. Even if she was early on in her pregnancy, her breasts had already swelled two cup sizes. Genevieve whimpered in pleasure as Sam pinched her nipples gently between his fingers. She could feel wetness building between her thighs. She had been waiting for him for four weeks and now she could satisfy this craving.

It didn’t take long for Genevieve to be completely free of any clothing. She stood big and confident before Sam. He led her to her bed and onto her back. He was firm enough for her to know that he meant business and gentle enough for her to know that he meant her no harm. Sam pried Genevieve’s legs apart and dipped his head between her thighs. She gasped out loud as his tongue brushed against her clit ever so gently. She grabbed onto Sam’s hair and she held his face against her wetness. She was letting him know exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it.

She had gone thirsty for too long to be shy when she came across a tall drink of water.  Sam lapped at Genevieve’s soft lips, grateful to have a chance to get between her legs. He let his tongue stroke her long and slow. He dipped his tongue inside of her and nibbled on her sensitive labia. It didn’t take long for Genevieve to buck and moan as her first orgasm for the night washed over her body. It was every bit as amazing as she anticipated. Sam was an amazing lover just like she remembered. She just wished that she could have a chance to get more of him.

Sam held onto Genevieve’s thighs gripping her legs tightly as he buried his face in her pussy.  This time, his lips and the rest of his face were covered in her juices. He licked her juices off her pussy after she came a second time. Then he pulled his face away from Genevieve’s sopping slit gave her a wet kiss allowing her to taste herself.  Before Genevieve could ponder too long taste of her juices, Sam was stark naked and ready to thrust his large cock inside of her. He wasn’t particularly rushed except for the fact that he had been an anticipation of Genevieve for a long time. It wasn’t a primal urge, it was a spiritual need to connect with the beautiful dark skinned woman who is laying in bed beneath him.

Genevieve’s look seemed to ask him, “Should we be doing this?”

Once her eyes wandered to his sizeable dick, the question fled from her consciousness.

Sam didn’t have a good answer for her. Did it matter what they should be doing? This felt so right that it didn’t matter. Whether or not they should be doing this, “this” was bringing them more pleasure than anything in their lives had during their four weeks apart. Genevieve and Sam had not yet used the word love, but that had to be what this was. This spiritual need to be together. This unique, indescribable feeling that both of them felt when they connected. The tingling in their genitals and in every inch of their skin had to mean that this was meant to be. This was divine. It was preordained whether or not they were okay with it, this was going to happen. It wasn’t about right or wrong. It was about destiny.

Genevieve couldn’t believe that this was only the third time they had encountered each other. This felt like love even if it was unconventional. Perhaps if the English language had a hundred words for love it would be easier to describe. But there was just “love” and that was supposed to capture everything from the love you felt for your family to the love you felt for your soulmate. In betweens were unimportant. English took an all or nothing stance leaving lovers like Genevieve and Sam in limbo when it came to describing how they felt for each other.

Genevieve got a good full frontal look at Sam’s cock for the first time.  Genevieve thought cocks bigger than 8 inches were a myth. It was that kind of lie perpetuated by pornography and trashy paperback romance novels. But here Sam was standing before her with over 9 inches of dusky pink flesh ready to pound her for all he was worth. His abdominal muscles were flexed even when he relaxed. Everything about his body was so sexy.

Sam rested his athletic body on top of Genevieve and his cock hovered over her entrance. The heat from skin and his heaviness aroused Genevieve even more. It was just something so hot about a man pinning you down to the bed ready to ravage you. Sam looked Genevieve in the eyes before he thrust his cock into her. He was tempted to say, “I love you.” But his desire to keep the heat of passion ablaze in that moment stopped him from saying any words that would break Genevieve out of this sweet hypnosis. She inhaled sharply. And as she exhaled, Sam shoved himself inside of her. Genevieve cried out and grabbed onto his back digging her short nails into his shoulder blades.

Genevieve wrapped her thick thighs around Sam as he began to plunge his cock deep inside of her. She moaned and bucked her hips forward as his length thrust deep inside of her touching parts of her pussy that had never been touched before. She started to cry out; each staccato screech became louder and louder until she reached her climax. As Genevieve reached climax, she became lost in the moment completely. Her pussy contracted and clenched tightly around Sam’s cock in an attempt to milk him as she released her own juices. Her essence coated the bed beneath her. It was more like a puddle than a wet spot. She was still gasping and desperate for breath. Genevieve could feel that Sam was going to come soon.

He never broke eye contact with her even as their lips met while he continued to thrust inside of her. Genevieve felt his cock stiffening as her pussy clenched around it. His breathing became labored and she knew that he was deciding whether or not he should pull out of her. This time, he decided to pull out. At the very last moment he removed his cock from her wetness and erupted all over her belly. As the warm sticky cum landed on her soft tummy she felt immediately at peace.

Euphoria washed over all of her limbs and every bit of her mind and soul was filled with the knowledge that she had just experienced something spiritual. When she and Sam made love it was not just a physical connection and they both knew it. This was something meaningful and if it was still meaningful after so much time apart, that meant that things weren’t quite over between them. This wasn’t over even if they were dealing with the difficulties that no one should have to deal with so early in a relationship.

Sam pulled away from Genevieve and the two of them cleaned up and got dressed. As Sam lay back next to her on the bed all he could muster up was, “Wow…”

Genevieve giggled and kissed him on the cheek. She could tell by the look on his face that he had the time of his life. She did too… But Genevieve knew that dwelling on this and thinking about it would only make things more complicated. She and Sam had serious things discuss and while the distraction of sex was welcome she couldn’t let that distraction perpetuate much longer.  Genevieve and Sam lay in each other’s arms for a while to let the moment pass before they brought up the serious subject  of what they would do about the baby growing in Genevieve’s belly.

Sam and Genevieve then spoke about it for hours and hours. There were tears, there was a little bit of yelling, but more than that they were both working towards a compromise. So few people took the time to communicate honestly with their lover and here were Sam and Genevieve doing just that. Whether or not their truth was welcome, whether or not their truth was tactful or kind, they spoke the truth. They got to know each other on a deeper level than most couples do.

They weighed the costs and benefits of every possible situation. What about abortion? What about adoption? What would happen if they kept the child? What would this mean for their relationship? There were so many things to consider and so many possibilities. It would be very risky to have a child with someone you didn’t know that well and both Sam and Genevieve agreed on that front. This was definitely a risk. However, both of them felt that it be right to keep this child. There was no real reason for them not to. Sam could provide financially for the child in every way and Genevieve could take time off to work and stay home when it got too difficult to walk around with a watermelon sized baby in her belly.

If they saw raising this child as more of a joint project than something that would bring their relationship closer together, Genevieve and Sam decided that having the baby would be the best thing. They could both support a child financially and any other options felt selfish to them. There’d be no guarantee that they would choose to be together long-term but they would at least coparent until the child was old enough to understand their relationship. If things worked out between them, they both agreed that they would be fine with it and if things didn’t they both knew that they would find a way to heal without compromising their child’s happiness. Both of them were confident enough in their ability to put their child first and both of them managed to trust that the other would stay true to the words they had spoken during that private conversation.

After they were done discussing the matter, Genevieve did not want Santa go home for the night. Perhaps it felt strange have a man she was in a real relationship with spend the night the Genevieve felt like it was the right thing to do. Sam needed to be here. More than that, she needed him. This has been a difficult decision for her to make Sam was the only person you exactly what she’s going through. Even her sister Nathalie felt like too much of an outside to help with this decision. Even if Nathalie was her closest confidante, she was too far removed from the situation to guide Genevieve on the right path. Sam agreed to stay overnight. Their closeness to each other brought each of them comfort. Sam was happy with his decision but he had some doubts of his own. Would he make a good father? Would Genevieve make a good mother? Was this exactly how things were supposed to happen?