“Where have you been?” I ask, licking my lips. A few minutes in his company and I am a wanton hussy. A pregnant one at that.
“I just needed to make a few calls. The real question is,” He bends his head and sucks a nipple into his mouth. I hiss and then moan pushing my tits in his face, the tug from his tiny bite running like a lightning rod to my clit. “Are you wet and why aren’t you laying here with your legs spread waiting for me like a good girl?” Lord have mercy. His mouth has gotten dirtier if you can believe it.
“I…I” I am tongue-tied and throbby. My pussy is leaking and pulsing. He doesn’t wait for me to comply, he pulls my ankles, yanks me to the end of the bed, spreading them open as his eyes do what his mouth is going to do.
“Shit, Tiff.” He groans, licking his lips. “You make syrup for my pancakes?” He leans into me and sniffs, the tip of his nose lightly grazing my clit. His eyes make contact with mine, and I watch enraptured as his tongue snakes out and split the lips of my pussy open. They are so sticky I can practically hear them separate and he moans into the crease and licks the honey from my hole to my clit.
Within milliseconds he has me on my back, pulling my legs up on his waist, ramming his big rod inside my pussy. I should be concerned about the baby, but I know she is fine, and I find myself bucking to meet his onslaught. Desperate to feel him inside me, claiming me, and making me feel like his once again. His woman.
“Mark. Harder. Fuck me harder. I need you.”
“Oh, I always need you, Tiff. Grab onto the headboard baby and don’t move so we don’t hurt my daughter.”
I do as he says, and he lets loose. The banging of the headboard, my moans, his growling and the wet, slapping sound of us mating like animals is all too much stimulation for me. I am in overdrive, raking my fingers down his back slamming my mouth to his all but demanding he kiss me as he destroys me. But it's too much and not enough. I need to cum. He plays my body like a cellist in the symphony. Grinding against my clit, he bites my nipple and stars explode behind my eyes as I scream my release into the air. “Fuck, I love you, baby.” he says kissing me and placing his forehead on mine.
“It has always been you.” I tell him before falling asleep.
We have been holed up for twenty four hours, fucking, eating, bathing, making love, and fucking again. Neither of us has answered our phones and both called off by email. Now here we are, in his car, driving to his parents' house for Sunday dinner and I feel like our bubble has burst. This feels like I am meeting his family for the first time even though I know it is ridiculous. I think it is the guilt that I kept something so important from them as well. “What’s up, baby?” He grabs my hand and puts it in his lap.
“I don’t know. I am ridiculously nervous right now and it’s silly.” I tell him, faking a smile to put him at ease.
“It’s not silly and I want you to know I have your back. But you also know my family loves you and would never do or say anything to hurt you. You do know that right?” Turning, I look at him and my heart squeezes. The worry and compassion on his face makes me love him more, knowing he would defend me, even though I am in the wrong against his family. How could I have doubted him for even a second?
“You are right, babe. I am being crazy right now. Must be the pregnancy hormones.” No lie, I have been crying at bath tissue commercials. It is ridiculous what this little girl has done to me.
Finally parked and walking up to the door, we don’t get the bell rung and his mom is opening it. She looks down at our conjoined hands and smiles. “Finally,” she says, pulling me into a hug. I relax into it, my worries a distant memory. Mark pulls me back into his chest, his jealous streak alive and well when it comes to my attention being on anyone but him longer than a second, even women.
“Hey, honey,” my mom says from in front of the stove. I stop, stunned to see her here and look at Mark. He shrugs, which tells me nothing. Either he knew and didn’t tell me, or he didn’t know and finds it no big deal. I mean I guess it’s not. We have had plenty of family dinners together over the years once our parents realized we were a done deal.