His Surrogate For Hire: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance (8 page)

They danced for three songs in a row, and by the time the band took a
break, it was a moment before Clay and Diana even recognized that the
music had stopped. People were clapping to show their appreciation
for the band and the two of them stood there, mesmerized by the
connection between the two of them.

Clay pulled her along, taking her off of the dance floor. Diana was
not sure where they were going next. She was getting used to that
with Clay, expecting the unexpected.

They were on their way down the corridor, going back to their suite.
Clay pulled her in front of him so she was standing between the door
and his body. He slid the key card, gaining access to the room. His
body pressed against hers, he pushed her into the room, slamming the
door shut behind them.

His hands were all over her as he kissed her neck, burying his kisses
from her shoulder up to the sweet spot behind her ear. Diana leaned
her head to the side, leaving him more freedom to roam.
Instinctively, she brought her leg up, bending it at the knee as she
parted her legs. Clay leaned in, pressing his growing hardness
against her middle.

His kiss went from sweet and sensual to feverish. Cradling her head
in his hands, he leaned her head back, and went in for her neck like
a vampire ready to strike. His tongue lightly flicked over her
collarbone, leaving a sensation she had never felt before.

Diana wrapped her hands around his shoulders, feeling each and every
one of the kisses, loving the way that Clay was so attentive to how
her body responded to his. He began to unbutton her blouse, pulling
it away from her skin, discarding it on the floor. Diana stepped out
of her heels, unzipping her own skirt from the fastener in the back.
Clay took the liberty of sliding the garment off of her hips, leaving
Diana simply clad in a matching turquoise blue bra and pantie set.
She'd worn a lace thong to make sure her skirt fit smoothly and now,
it appeared Clay approved of her choice.

Clay scooped her up in his arms, taking her off to the bedroom. He
laid her gently on her bed. The plush sheets were cool under her skin
as she lay back and watched Clay undress. He was lean but muscular,
and all of a sudden, the clean cut man she had come to know had a
fire in his eyes.

Lust rising, it was all she could do to lay back and wait for the man
to come and get her. Clay moved slowly, as if he was taking in every
moment. It was enticing, watching as he took off all of his clothing.
He moved closer to her, pulling her by her legs to the edge of the
bed.

Clay kneeled down, still holding her legs, one in each hand. He
started with the right, his tongue leading a trail as he kissed her
calves, moving down to the delicate area behind her knees. As he made
his way up her thighs, her legs began to shake. Clay held on to her
tightly, switching his attention from one leg to the other. He
carefully gave the same treatment to the other leg, but this time, he
did not stop as he inched closer and closer up her thighs to the
middle. The part where the soft warmth lay.

She tried to squeeze her legs shut, but he would not let her. Moving
them further apart, Clay let her know he was there to make sure she
received maximum pleasure. He dove in head first, and she felt his
tongue on the outside of her lips, then tending to the clitoris. The
soft motion was sensational in the beginning but he started working
more, increasing the friction and the intensity was building. Still
holding her legs apart, Clay would not allow Diana any of the
control. The only thing she could do was clutch the sheets, biting
her lip to stop from screaming.

As she grabbed the sheets, she could feel the orgasm coming, as if
she was teetering too close to the edge. He went further in, diving
deeper, not letting up. Her legs were going weak and just when she
thought he would stop, Clay pulled her closer still, and she swore he
would devour her. Instead, he drained her, made her give him the
sweet wetness that came with her climax.

Her hips were in the air now, begging him to enter her. She could no
longer take the teasing. She had to have him at all costs. Diana laid
her hands on the top of his head, ruffling through his dark mass of
curly hair in attempts to let him know she was ready for more.

A man that was not yet satisfied, he trailed kisses from her navel up
to the ripe roundness of her breasts. His mouth covered her areola,
taking her bosom in his mouth, causing her intense pleasure as his
tongue danced over the hardened nipple. When he entered her, there
was an indescribable pleasure. Diana parted her thighs just a bit
more to allow him to enter deeper.

Staring into his green eyes, she was taken away, transported to a
place where she had never been. Clay had a way of doing that to her.
Taking her to places she had never been. The thrill was exhilarating.
The caressing, the feeling of him deep inside of her physically and
wanting to get there mentally had her on overload. Clay had a knack
for finding out what she needed and then delivering. Having him so
close to her, cooling the yearning that had been developing, it all
made her feel like she could let go of her inhibitions. It was
already too late to turn back, he had already taken them to a point
of no return.

Diana did all she could to make him go even deeper than he already
had. He pulled his siren to him as he sat reclined, leaning against
the headboard. Diana knew what he wanted, as she straddled him,
lowering herself on his hardness. Clay fit perfectly. It was like
hand in glove.

She started moving her hips at first with him sitting back, letting
her have things her way. When she quickened the pace, Clay
immediately grabbed her by the waist guiding her movements. The way
he moved her hips caused her to slide expertly, slowly up and down
his erection. It was what she needed to make her feel every inch of
him.

Her legs were trembling, unable to hold her weight because she wanted
to succumb to the orgasm coming forth. It was all she wanted, to feel
the bliss emanate through her entire body, to make sure Clay knew
what he was doing was making her go crazy with desire.

His kiss was electric, his touch invigorating. Clay's fingertips ran
down her spine, and he began to whisper softly in her ear. The words
were ones to let her know she was safe, able to let go and let him
in. She was not expecting to have him pull her in like that. She was
not even aware he wanted her in that way.

It was as if he could sense everything her body desired. When she
needed more passion, he gave it. When she needed him to slow down, he
did. When she needed to feel secured with him, he gave that as well.
And when she needed release, he made sure she got it. The two of them
held each other tightly as the waves came crashing over them.

Diana was not sure she could hold on, and she was sure Clay would
have marks on his back from where she dug her nails in as she
clutched him tightly when she climaxed. And when his climax
approached, she could tell he was ready for release as well. His
thrusts became more rushed, his body stiffened. Diana tried to listen
to his body in the way he listened to hers. When he came, he kissed
her, lips covering hers, not letting her out of his hold.

It was just the way she wanted it to be. Diana did not want him to
let go.

*****

Laying there in the bed, Diana enjoyed the quiet calm between the two
of them. The bed was warm and lush, and Diana felt lulled to sleep.
When she awoke, Clay was already out of bed. She could smell the
scent of coffee brewing.

Finally opening her eyes, she could see the light streaming in
through the window.

"Is it morning already?" she stretched and yawned.

She felt around for her clothes. Instead she found her robe so she
wrapped that around her body.

Clay was on his way to the room with two steaming hot mugs of coffee.

"It is indeed morning. Very early, but it is morning."

Diana accepted the mug and took a sip. The caffeine was heavenly. It
filled her, surging through her veins to awaken her.

"We have to leave today. How was your visit?" Clay asked.

"Just divine. This was wonderful, Clay really. I more than
enjoyed my visit here. And as a matter of fact, I enjoyed the entire
weekend. The helicopter ride, all of it."

He nodded, looking like a shy young boy. His green eyes sparkled. "I
am glad to hear it. I know your life has changed drastically in the
last few months and, well, it's good to be able to relieve some
stress and take your mind off of things. Everyone has to do that
every once in a while."

Diana just sipped her coffee. She did not want to ask about the
obvious, but it was something she wanted to know.

"And all of the intimacy, was that part of it? The relaxation?"

Clay sat his mug down, concentrating on Diana. He moved a stray lock
of unruly red hair from her face.

"I think the two of us will agree that part of the trip was a
welcomed addition, if you will." He smiled.

"I could agree with that."

"But let me guess, you want to know where we stand?" He
lifted her chin up so they were now eye to eye.

"Something like that," she replied, not really wanting to
admit the fact that she felt like she needed something more clear on
what was happening between them. There was a part of her that did not
feel like she completely had the right to ask. But she really did not
want to walk around imagining things or making things out to be
something they weren't.

Clay's fingertips ran along her jaw line. "Things will be just
fine. I think we are two mature and consenting adults who have made a
decision to get to this point. Where it goes from here is totally up
to us as well."

He lightly kissed her lips. Diana almost protested. She wanted to
hear something definite like, 'I'm falling in love with you' or 'I
don't think this will work out'. But instead he made a comment about
being mature adults and making their own choices. That could mean
a
nything. Things could go in
any direction.

"Okay,"
was all she managed to say as he gently kissed her lips. He did not
pull back when she thought he would. Instead, he kissed her more
passionately than before. A dizzying, feverish kiss. It was the first
time she saw something like that in Clay. The other kisses had almost
asked for permission. This time, he did not have to ask for
permission, they had already explored one another.

She
was not fully dressed and neither was he, so it made it easy for them
to fall right back in to bed. Right back to where they had been the
night before. Clay safe between her thighs, entering her with a sweet
force that was both commanding and gentle. Diana did not think twice
this time. She resigned to let things flow. And when she did, the sex
this time was even better.

He
teased her, called out to her and she responded. Clay was much more
in control this time, possibly because Diana allowed herself to be
caressed and to be pliable in his hands. Skin to skin, Clay went
deeper than he had before. But this time was more of an explosion of
passion, not a marathon. Just enough to fill one another with
pleasure and just enough to cement the fact that the first time had
not been some sort of fluke or misstep. Both times were obviously
responses to the passion that developed between the two of them.

It
seemed neither of them wanted to turn away from those feelings.
Moaning, Diana dug her nails into his back, just as he swiftly
brought them to climax. The shuddering, the rippling waves were much
more intense and Diana did not hold back. Neither did Clay. Even when
he could feel the orgasm rising, he continued thrusting, feverishly
working to make sure both he and his lover were satisfied. When he
was sure that they were, only then did he back down, releasing her
from his lair.

"Two
mature, consenting adults, letting this lead us where it may,"
Diana whispered.

Clay
smiled, kissing her on the forehead. "Finish your coffee. We
have a plane to catch."

*****

Going back to the mansion was bittersweet. Once they approached the
gates, Diana knew the vacation was definitely over. Back to being at
the manor, and back to the reality of Clay waiting for her to get
pregnant. Passing through those gates, she knew things had to get
back to normal.

Once in the house, they went their separate ways. Diana's heart
dropped for a moment. She was not sure what they were supposed to do.
Were they supposed to lie together at night and have endless pillow
talk? Was she supposed to consider herself someone special to him?
She had never considered the fact that he may have other women. It
was not like they discussed those things before. For all she knew,
Clay could have women in different cities. Wouldn't a billionaire
have that kind of lifestyle?

And at this point, they were not in a committed relationship. There
was no way she could ask him for any more than what he was giving.

Diana threw her bags on her bed. The first thing she thought to do
was to call Teresa.

"So you are back?"

"I am. And I can't believe the weekend I had."

Diana recounted the weekend to her friend.

"That sounds amazing, Diana. Absolutely amazing. Does he have a
rich friend? Or a brother that has money as well? Maybe we could
double date."

"There is more."

"More than the helicopter ride over the city and the stay at the
winery?"

Diana got quiet as she tried to find the words to tell her friend.
She decided to just blurt it out.

"Clay and I slept together."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"Did you hear me?" Diana asked.

"I did. You what? How did that happen?"