Secret Affair

Author’s Note: Well, here we are with the next chapter.
Don’t necessarily have anything too important to say other than this chapter
and the next one have a more mature tone to them.

That’s right folks, two back to back lemon chapters for your enjoyment.
Sonamy lemony goodness.

Also, just a note to some viewers: AFF (or Adult Fan fiction) is back up
and running, including the function of posting new chapters to existing stories.
However, they haven’t moved the database upon which the first 5 chapters
of this story are located, so until they do, I’ll only be posting this
story here (and maybe on Mediaminer) until the move is completed.

And now, here’s the rest of the story. Enjoy.

(Amy’s POV)

Thought it’d be nice to take a shower and have a bubble bath before
I changed into my nightgown. I turn the hot water faucet to the on position,
watching it run freely as it heated up. The water heater in the building is
a bit outdated, so you have to allow the water to run a good 2-3 minutes before
you get a good steam going. Otherwise, you might be greeted with quite a bit
of a shock when ice cold water hits you when you’re eagerly anticipating
the opposite.

While waiting, I quickly slip out of my favorite red boots while removing
and discarding the red sundress and white undergarments I had been wearing.
In one swift motion, I wrap them up into a ball and throw it into the hamper
nearby as I wrap myself up in a towel while gathering up my favorite shampoo
and other bath and body supplies – a loofah, a bath pillow, rose scented
bubble bath and bath salt, and a few aromatic candles and matches for afterwards.

It might seem like it’s too much detail for an evening shower or bath,
but it’s one of my favorite things to do. A girl can get a lot of thinking
done in a tub full of her favorite scented soaps and gels…

The water is steaming hot by now, as the bathroom has been engulfed by a cloud
of rising steam. While turning the faucet down to find a temperature that’s
suitable to my liking, my mind wanders back to those three words that I almost
never expected to here from his lips:

“I love you.”

So unexpected, yet simple, but that’s what you’d come to expect out
of Sonic. He likes to get you when you’re not expecting it at all, which
is what he did to me this afternoon. There I was, with a somewhat renewed resolve
to hurry home and leave a message for him so that we could meet up and let him
in on the ‘good news’. Then he appears out of thin air to nearly start
a fight with Shadow over what he believed to be a threat over my affections
towards him.

That alone brought an inward smile, even though I feel a bit guilty for
having it. The thought of him being even the slightest bit jealous or worried
over losing me almost makes me elated. I don’t want to gloat, but at the
same time, I already am.

Plus, it was funny that he thought something was going on between Shadow
and me. We both have had somewhat of a mutual interest in each other at one
point or another, but it’s not quite on the level that I would share with
Sonic. I love Shadow, but primarily in a platonic way…

I remove my headband as I gather a bit of shampoo to lather up in my hands.
As I easily achieve and maintain a rich, sudsy lather in my quills, my mind
wanders further back to the situation at hand.

The baby.

Still haven’t told him yet. But could you blame me? He shocked the daylights
out of me by finally coming out and telling me exactly how he feels…

I doubt that’s any excuse for not telling him though. He deserves to know,
and should have known the moment I found out, which is counting now for nearly
4 weeks, and I’m about 3 months along.

If I keep it to myself any longer, I’m afraid my swelling belly is
going to make it too obvious.

I move my right hand down towards my abdomen protectively. It might already
be somewhat obvious by now; some of my clothes are beginning to fit improperly,
as well as an increase in the firmness just below my navel.

And I could have sworn I saw a bit of a bulge when I was getting into the
shower a few moments earlier…

I would have wondered more about the inevitability of my showing belly when
the shower door was opened. Startled, I quickly wipe away the excess shampoo
that had run down my face as I turned to face Sonic. A bit bashfully, I try
to cover my naked form with only my hands, but eventually give up.

“You mind if I shower with you?” he inquires, with an innocent hint
in his voice. He apparently just wants to clean up after being drenched in the
rainstorm that’s still going on.

I nod my consent, to which he quickly kicks off his shoes and gloves, carefully
stepping beside me to catch the full stream of warm water. I close my eyes as
I rinse out the rest of the shampoo to condition my quills when I feel one of
his bare hands running down my lower back. I carefully open my eyes and wipe
away the excess water and shampoo residue to find him staring back at me, with
the previous innocence having faded away to something that was all too familiar…

He was horny. Or at least, he looked the part. A quick glance would reveal
that there was definitely some action going down in between his legs too.

“I was just…um…admiring your curves”, he says after a moment
of silence. I take a quick look to my abdomen before shooting him a look that
causes him to stop massaging my back and move off a bit to the side of the shower.
Can’t help but giggle a bit though – looks like he’s been
missing me in that way just as much as I’ve been missing him in the same
respect…

But wait a minute…admiring my curves? Is he noticing what I think he’s
noticing?

“Curves?” I ask curiously.

“Yup”, he says, breaking into one of his signature smirks. “It
just proves that you’ve been eating again. Was a bit worried after the
whole hospital thing where I found out that you hadn’t been nourished properly.”

He’s right to be worried – the nausea was preventing me from keeping
anything I ate down for more than an hour or so at most. But it’s been
subsiding as of late, and I’ve been eating heartier, larger portions. Surprised
I haven’t completely blown up at the rate I’ve been eating, but then
again, this is a baby I’m carrying around…

But outwardly, I give a different reaction. Mockingly, I ask if that’s
his way of saying I’m getting fat. He shakes his head, and once again resumes
massaging my back.

“I think they make you sexier”, he states. “Kind of adding more
to what you already got.”

“Is that so?” I ask him, with a small smile forming on my face.

“Yup. Gives me more to hug”, with which he swiftly pulls me into
an embrace from behind. Leaning back into it, I’m also greeted by something
poking my lower back.

He’s definitely horny. I’d like to think it’s the hot water,
but something tells me it’s more than that.

He gently tightens his embrace, leaning forward to nuzzle and kiss the nape
of my neck, which is starting to make me weak at the knees, a sign that I’m
having trouble resisting his advances.

I want him.

But what about the baby?

Sara told me something pretty relieving that night I ended up in the hospital:

I had asked her about a variety of things concerning being pregnant, and
I guess I was comfortable enough around her to just offshoot to questions concerning
sex and pregnancy.

“Sex doesn’t hurt the baby, right?” I had asked. To which,
she lets out a giggle while shaking her head as a reply.

“That old wives’ tale to explain genetic disorders?” she
starts. “They used that as an explanation for anything that went wrong
during or after pregnancy, from everything anything like stillbirth to diseases.
Something about the force of the father’s sexual organ repeatedly knocking
the sense out of the head of the unborn.”

She notices that I’m still a bit easy with that explanation, so she
continues:

“There’s absolutely nothing to worry about, Amy. Sex during a
pregnancy is usually safe in most cases, unless otherwise stated by your attending
obstetrician.

In most of my patients, I’m all for it unless they’re on bed rest,
which requires that the birth canal see as little disturbance as possible, as
sperm actually contains a chemical that actually could induce labor.

Which is why, I highly advise against sexual activity during the last few
weeks of a pregnancy.”

That was a sigh of relief to me. All that ‘activity’ that Sonic and
I had engaged hadn’t resulted in harming the baby.

“That’s good to know”, I say softly. But she’s not finished
yet.

“Besides, why miss out on sex during your pregnancy?” she adds
in. “It’s one of the absolute best times to have sex – heightened
sensitivity of the sexual opening adds for a better climax.

Plus, once the morning sickness subsides, you’ll definitely have more
energy, along with the fact that you can’t get pregnant while pregnant.”

The last fact is a bonus. I don’t need to be pregnant three times over
when I finally get around to telling him. But given what she told me, I think
it gives me a bit of an incentive.

But…it might be fun to tease him a bit.

I slowly turn around in his arms, easily becoming entrapped within his emerald
gaze, as a familiar sense of security creeps over my features. I don’t
think I can describe it too well, except for a warm fuzzy feeling that I get
when I know that he hasn’t let me down – from saving the day or coming
to my rescue…

And now, even in matters of the heart such as love.

It only takes one look into his eyes to make me feel better.

So even if I’m unsure about the future, one thing is for certain:

Everything is going to turn out alright.

I suddenly realize that he’s holding me closer, with a look of concern
having etched itself upon his brow and features. He loosens his embrace, until
the only connection we’re making is eye to eye.

“You seem a bit uncomfortable. Do you want me to stop?” he asks.

Why stop? We were only getting started!

I slightly tilt my head over to the side, as if deep in thought over his inquiry,
if only for a few seconds. But that didn’t stop him from going on:

“I guess we should maybe try to finish this shower without any more funny
business…”

He’s taken by surprise as I’ve locked my lips with his. A sensual,
yet tender kiss that leaves the both of us longing for more as it eventually
is broken.

“Are you sure?” He asks again, with the initial lust in his eyes
returning once more.

His eyes, while still welcoming and secure, are almost pleading with me to
give him the same sense of security that he has instilled within me.

“I…just don’t want you to feel awkward about anything that we
do, or that you have to do it because you think it makes me happy.

I…want to make you happy for a change.”

He wants to make me happy?

I’ve pulled him in for another passionate kiss, this one being much deeper
than the first as our tongues lash and tangle against each other in an antagonistic
fashion. He’s winning, but I gently withdraw, gently nibbling on his lower
lip before I finally break off.

Trailing down his neck with kisses, I eventually rest and nuzzle at his chest,
taking a moment to enjoy the smell of his wet body before I gaze into his warm
eyes once more.

“I want this”, I tell him. “I thought you already learnt today
that it doesn’t take much to make me happy…only the small things that
count.

Hearing those special words from you has me set for the rest of my life.”

No more words were said from this point, only actions fueled by love and passion.
He gently pushed me back against one of the shower walls while greedily taking
kisses from my lips that he hadn’t seen in recent weeks. I firmly wrapped
my arms around his neck as his nimble fingers caressed my wet form in all the
right places.

But of course, I wanted to have some fun with him after all, right?

I carefully shift my weight, gently easing the both of us down onto the shower
floor with the stream of water engulfing us. I’m the one with dominance,
and take advantage by pinning him down and straddling his chest and positioning
myself by his erection.

He has a flabbergasted expression in the mist of my sudden show of strength,
but I largely ignore it while trailing my tongue from the tip of his chin to
the center of his chest. A hand freely trails down to his shaft, while the other
is used to steady myself as I continue my treatment of his chest by playfully
nipping one of his nipples.

He’s right where I want him now. Moaning and begging for me to take
him over the edge.

It would seem as though I’ve had experience with being the ‘lead’,
but I really haven’t. He’s usually been in control for the most part.
Not that it’s not something I want or enjoy, but concerning some intimate
activities such as fellatio, I rather knock him out of his comfort zone for
a bit.

Rouge (when we were still on friendly talking terms) told me that there
are two things that drive a guy crazy during sex:

Turning the tables on them and being dominant and performing fellatio. I’m
still a bit uneasy about the latter, particularly due to the taste, before,
during, and after the deed is done. But I’ll hand it to her when she said
that it easily is one of the few sexual acts besides intercourse that can drive
a guy over the edge.

As for turning the tables, I think it was working wonders until what happened
next.

He had rolled over and was now pinning me against the shower floor, while paying
particular attention to my lower region. It looked as though he was going to
make his entrance right then and there.

But oddly enough, his entrance wasn’t of the usual sort.

He carefully kissed a trail down my abdomen before pausing at my entrance.
Then, ever so gently, I felt a sensation the likes of which I don’t believe
I’ve ever felt in that area.

Out of curiosity, I tried to lift myself up a bit to catch a glimpse of what
he was doing, but was held down by one of his firm, yet gentle hands.

“Don’t worry Ames” He said, while briefly perking his head up
from his ‘task’. “I’m just…trying something different.
I think you might like it”.

I would have responded, but that pleasurable feeling had returned with more
force.

Needless to say, he was once again the dominant one, but at this point,
I didn’t mind – he was pleasuring ME for a change.

Rouge told me that cunnilingus (the female equivalent of fellatio) is wonderful,
but I think she might have spoken too highly of it.

It’s okay, but I think I still prefer the rush that I can only get
by being connected with him.

Plus, I think given the fact that this is the first time that we’ve
tried this, it’s not going to get to the level of enjoyment that she was
raving on about until we’ve tried it out some more.

And I will want to do this again…

Growing a bit impatient, I ask him to stop. I stand up, a bit uneasily at first
to turn off both the hot and cold water faucets and proceed to dry myself off
with the nearby towel.

As I’m drying the quills on my head, I take a look back at him. He’s
scratching his head, a bit confused by what just happened.

“I wasn’t doing it right?” he asks, a bit concerned.

“It wasn’t that” I responded. “The running water was killing
the friction. And in your case, that’s something that we’re going
to need a lot of…”

My voice trails off as I throw him the extra towel in the bathroom, while suggestively
signaling for him to follow me into the bedroom.

Of course, the both of us won’t be very dry for long.

And that’s the end of this chapter folks. I wanted to try and make
it longer, (i.e. more description of what they were doing), but I think I’ll
leave that for at least one future chapter.

It seemed like one of those times where it was better to give just enough
so that it was left up to the viewer’s imagination, yet was not vague enough
to leave one guessing completely.

Stay tuned for the next chapter, where Sonic and Amy’s secret relationship
is finally revealed (in a rather awkward moment) to Tails and Cream.

And as always, please review! We both enjoy reading and listening to your thoughts
and insights to how the story has read thus far.