She played with my cock, and I bent down and gave little Elijah a kiss. “Hey there, little buddy.” I kissed him then Kylie. “Just a few more months and we get to meet him.” I was genuinely excited, though the arrival of our child held complications.
Kylie had never signed the contracts outlining the time frame of our living arrangement. We just never thought the timing was right. As it grew closer to Elijah’s birth, the issue of timing was ever-present in the back of our minds, but we didn’t speak of it. Whenever we had any time to ourselves, we made love or chilled out together. Oddly, she and I never fought, not even once. We were more antagonistic to each other in the beginning, but as we lived together, we just didn’t see the need. We talked to one another and became close friends.
“I’ve been dreaming about this,” she said as she dipped down to my cock.
I repositioned myself so she had better access to it. I didn’t want her straining. She gently pulled me out of my pants, and her fingers caressed my balls as her mouth worked its way up and down my bulbous glistening head. She still made me so hot. Instinctively my hand went to her head aiding her rhythm as she bobbed up and down on me, licking, kissing, and sucking so hard I almost came in her mouth.
I patted my lap as I gently pulled her off my cock. “All aboard,” I teased as I helped her sit on me facing the living area.
Since she was getting so big, we needed to get creative with positions.
“I think I’m pretty good.” She turned back and smiled at me as I fingered her very wet pussy.
“Yes, you are. You’re really wet; have you been thinking about me all day?” I slid two fingers inside of her before I put myself in there. With the baby getting bigger, it was just that much harder for me to fit.
“Pretty much.” She wiggled on me, and I withdrew my fingers, spread her sweet ass cheeks to open up her pussy and gently worked my way in until she was comfortable, then she rocked back and forth on me gaining speed.
“Yes, baby. Yes!” She blew my mind every time.
She bounced up and down on me until she got tired, and I lifted her up off my cock. With both of us still very aroused, I carried her over to the bed. It was easier if she was laying down, so I set her down on the clean sheets and got in behind her then lifted her leg over my hip and returned to heaven.
“I love you.” Her arm reached behind her and stroked my forearm as I rocked softly in and out of her gorgeous pussy.
I’d been waiting to hear the words for so long, and there they were soft and sweet as she neared the throws of ecstasy. I bore down on her a bit harder.
“Do you?” I tried to sound as vulnerable as I felt.
She grabbed my arm as she climaxed and threw her head back to me. “Always,” she managed to say before she jerked and quivered on my cock.
That was what did it for me; I came so hard I’d put twins in her if I could. We were both so exhausted and spent we just lay together and slept where we were. The next morning, Kylie was looking a little pale. Nothing out of the ordinary, but I had worried that our nightly lovemaking and rigorous schedule might eventually catch up to her.
“You want a bath this morning instead of a shower? I think a good warm soak will be nice,” I asked after I kissed her good morning.
“Yeah, a bath sounds really amazing.” Her eyes drooped, and I almost ordered her to go back to sleep, but we had a meeting with the wedding planner on Tavern on the Green, and we were attending my work’s Christmas party.
We had petitioned Maralis to postpone our wedding until after the baby was born. We didn’t want it looking like the baby was rushing us to the altar, and we were both too busy to plan a fake wedding, a fake honeymoon, and a fake divorce. We nearly had to threaten her life, but she finally agreed, which took the pressure off of us but to make up for our ‘lack of a story’ we were forced to attend every Christmas parade, musical event, and opportunity to be seen together as a couple that Maralis deemed newsworthy. Attending my work Christmas party and giving out the hefty once-in-a-lifetime ten-thousand-dollar bonuses were going to be a little hit to my bank account, but I was being ‘Mr. Generous,’ that was my big media transformation.
I went from miserly to ridiculously magnanimous. In that same vein after my work party, which was an afternoon event, we had an evening event scheduled for Kylie’s non-profit where we were giving away homes, furniture, college tuitions. That, I was actually excited about because those kids deserved what they’d worked so hard for. So, knowing what kind of day we had ahead, I got Kylie in the bath, and then we were off and running.