CHAPTER 63

'You're wet," his voice said with a tease behind it. 'You're so good," I told him. He was a master at the sex game. 'I want to taste you." 'Go ahead and do just that." He removed my shorts and the panties in the process. He spread my legs wider apart and I felt the magic of his tongue on my kitty. I saw more fireworks than the 4th of July. 'Oh my GOSHH!" I yelled as he pushed his tongue into my opening. I held his head, and my waist rotated to its own accord. My fingers went through his hair and my breath was taken away. 'I'll be gentle. I don't want to hurt you or the baby," he said as he removed his pants. I wasn't even showing as yet but I felt happy that he was thinking about the baby through this encounter. He rolled me over to the side and he slipped in behind me. He placed his hand around my chest and spreading my buttocks apart with the other hand, he entered my vagina slowly from behind. I felt him penetrating me deeper and deeper until I received all of him. His strokes got faster and faster. 'Evan!" I screamed as I climaxed to cloud ten once again on his manhood. 'You're so beautiful baby . I don't want to stop having you," he said from behind me. 'Don't stop baby! Please don't stop! I swear I love you!" I yelled out. 'Oh Jasmine!" 'Evan!" 'Jas...mine!" 'E.. Van!" 'Oh Jasmine!" 'Jasmine! Wake the hell up!" I heard his voice from somewhere other than behind me. I flung myself up. Oh my goodness! I've been dreaming! Evan was leaning against the bedroom door frame, dressed in a sharp black suit and black leather shoes to match. His light blue dress shirt sent a gentle touch to the black suit and entire personality. 'I told you to wake early because I'm taking you to the doctor before I go to the office," he said, then he left. I heard the room door closed after him. I hope he didn't heard me calling his name in my wet dream! I stepped into the shower and took a quick bath and brushed my teeth. I towelled off myself once I was finished, applied lotion to my skin and stepped into a pair of loose jeans and comfortable top. I combed my hair, applied very light makeup and left my room. I met Evan in the living room. He was talking to one of his maids. 'Finally," he said as I walked up next to him. I remained silent and followed him outside to his car which was already at the entrance. He opened the door for me and I got in. He got into the driver's seat and drove out the large front gate. 'So, how are you?" he asked. His eyes focused on the road. 'I'm okay." 'Care to tell me what you were dreaming?" he asked with a big smirk. 'I wasn't dreaming anything," I lied. 'You were calling my name in your dream and I was certain you were whining." Fu**! He saw me and heard me! 'Your eyes must be deceiving you," I covered. He laughed. 'Were you having a wet dream about me, Jasmine?" he asked, stopping the car at a red light. 'No I wasn't!" I flushed. He laughed again. 'I hate you!" 'You weren't saying that in your dream though." I sunk myself in the seat with embarrassment. Evan's POV She was flushing in the car seat and looked out the window constantly the rest of the car ride to the OBGYN's office. After telling my parents the news about the pregnancy, mom recommended an obstetrician and told me she'll slap me outside my head if I didn't accompanied Jasmine there on the first day. I was already planning on being there for her though. I pulled the car into a parking lot of a neat two storied building with dark tinted glass windows and a true nature outdoor environment. I instantly liked it. It was also private so I wasn't worried about the press showing up. Thanks mom. I opened the door and held Jasmine's hand as she got out and looked around in amazement. I led her to the entrance and pushed in the door. 'Good morning. You must be the Hollens," a nurse greeted with a smiling face. 'Yes," I answered without correction. 'Dr. Matador would be with you very shortly. Please follow me this way to the room." We followed her down an aisle and entered through a double door. 'Please wait right in here," she said before leaving us. I sat down on a chair beside a small bed and made myself comfortable. My phone buzzed in my pocket. 'Evan, can I ask you something?" Jasmine's voice came out softly. I looked up at her. She seemed scared and uncomfortable. 'What is it?" I asked, turning my attention back to the phone and replying to Aria's text messages. 'We've never discussed about us," she said. 'What is there to discuss, Jasmine? You went your way and I went mine. You're now pregnant with my baby, and you better hope it's my baby, so I'm here for my child. If it doesn't concern the baby, then I don't want to hear about it."