Owning His Virgin

“D.” she cries out, her pussy swelling before my eyes.

“Say it again, Florecita.”

“D!” she screams when my tongue flicks her clit. Over and over like flapjacks, my tongue moves her nub and drives her crazy. My fingers pull and twist her nipples while my tongue dips into her hole, swirling around the sensitive ring of her opening. “Shit!” I chuckle into her pussy as she curses. My finger hooks upwards, and I feel her body begin to shake.

“Flood me, baby. Feed me. I’m starving.” I’m a cat, thirsty and dying for his milk. I lap at her as her cream begins to leak out, my tongue flattens and slides up and down, over and over. “Come, Teresa. Now!” I accentuate that with my thumb in her ass, and she screams out her release, her fingers dig into my scalp, and she finally nourishes me with her honey.

“Holy shit!” she says, gasping for air. I lick her back down, cleaning every inch of her, rubbing her belly. When she finally settles, I kiss her pussy and thighs before kissing my child and pulling her up. She lays on my shoulder, limp and exhausted.

“Come on, sleepyhead. Let’s eat.” Luckily, everything was already turned off, waiting to be plated. We finished breakfast and tag team loading the dishwasher when I remember I made her an appointment today. “Baby, I forgot I made you an appointment to see Dr. Jorgensen today at noon.” I know it is usually the woman that makes the appointments, but who gives a fuck? My woman. My kid.

“Uh, ok. A man doctor?” she asks, a bit apprehensive.

“Yeah, baby. Doctor Jorgensen is the leading women’s doctor in Minnesota. He has a female associate, but considering he is also the father/grandfather of the owners of most of the shops in Bleak, all of whom are friends and acquaintances, so he, I trust, and I need to know you and my son are fine. I didn’t do that for three months and….” Her face says a myriad of things, but I admire and bask in her trust in me. Putting her hand to my lips, she frowns.

“It’s over now, babe—no living in the past. I want to be here and present with you. Now, I’m going to go put on…crap. I don’t have any clothes to wear.” shit.

“Grab a pair of my sweats and a shirt, and we will go shopping after the appointment. How does that sound?” I grab her and hold her in my arms. I know this will never get old. Being able to hold her again.

“Sounds fine with me. Give me ten, and I will be ready.” Standing on her tiptoes, she kisses me and walks out of the room. I know she wants to live in the now, but her father is still alive and out there somewhere. No ignoring that.

Chapter Six

Teresa

I know most women would be upset for their man to make them a doctor's appointment without consulting them, but I find it endearing and sexy as hell that he took charge. I know, crazy. Everything he does is sexy though. The way he takes care of me is no exception. “Are you nervous?” he asks me, hand on my thigh.

“No. Actually I am sort of excited. I used to wonder when I was being held, if I would get to do this with you, you know? I used to dream when things got too hard, about what our life would be like together with our kids and stuff and I believed with all my heart you would find me and that is what got me through,” I tell him truthfully, spinning the wedding ring on his finger.

“Baby,” he says, voice full of emotion. A small tear drops on his hand, and I watch as he licks it off. My body heats up watching his nostrils flare at the taste of my salty emotion. “You fucking gut me, baby, but in the best way. Your faith in me is amazing, Teresa. Even when I feel as if I let you down.”

“Never,” I tell him the truth of how I am feeling. “Now enough of that. Let’s focus on seeing this little peanut for the first time.” I smile at him, letting him know that I am ok. He nods his head and pulls into the parking lot. He grabs my hand after helping me out of the car and entwines our fingers together. I have never felt more content than I do in the moment walking into a doctor’s office, with my husband to see our baby for the first time. It feels...normal.

“Good afternoon. Do you have an appointment?” the young girl at the front desk asks.

“Yes. Del Vecchio for Dr. Jorgensen,” he says, squeezing my hand. She looks at him, smiles and licks her lips before looking toward me. If I wasn’t so happy right now, I would gouge her eyes out.