“I dunno,” he answered, laughing. “They’re just so perfect.”
“You’re silly.” She laughed along with him.
“And you’re beautiful.” He smiled, then lowered himself downward until their lips met in a deep, soft, wet kiss. He slipped his fingers inside the waistband of her panties and tugged them down past her knees as he continued to make love to her mouth.
“I’ve missed you.” She sighed as she kicked off her panties and spread her thighs wide to greet him. She was swollen and open, her pink treasure glistening in the dim light.
“Dame una prueba. I’m gonna have a taste of this.” He smiled as he softly tweaked her clit, making her whimper the way he knew she would. He moved down her body, kissing every inch of her chocolate skin until he slipped his tongue inside her molten cream pot. She gasped and moaned, moving her hips up to his hungry mouth as he spent what seemed like a sweet eternity lapping at her clit and tasting her, expertly plunging two fingers inside her warm, slick canal and stroking her sensitive spot.
“Please, Mickey, I need to feel you.”
“No entiendo lo que estás diciendo, Mami.” He smiled mischievously.
“Oh please,” she whined. “I mean…Por favor, Papi, dame su pene lindo.”
He laughed and raised her thighs and ass high off the bed and placed the thick head of his cock at the opening that he had for so long felt he owned. They gasped in unison when he made the first deep stroke.
“Awww shit, Mami, that’s so damn good!” he groaned.
“Don’t stop,” she urged while her fingers trailed upward against the sensitive skin of his rib cage. Then he started that hard driving rhythm he knew she loved. “That’s it, Papi.” She sighed. “Do me like you used to. Take your pussy.”
Miguel was beyond ready to explode as Ebony rolled her hips, squeezing and massaging his dick until he could hold out no longer.
“Oh, God damn!” He bellowed as he slammed into her erratically, his back arched and rigid as he pumped his seed into her while she cried out, “Oh, make me cum, baby! That’s it, baby, make me cum! Make your pussy cum!”
Five more strokes and they were both spent. Miguel flopped down beside her, with sweat still beading on his body. He rolled in next to her, pulling her body into his, saying, “I want you to move back home, Bonni. You’ll do that, right?”
Ebony hesitated a moment before she answered, “I don’t know if it’s such a good idea right now.”
“That’s all right. I know it’s going to take some time. All I’m asking is that you consider it. Give me a chance.”
“It’s your birthday, Mickey. You’ve been drinking. You feel this way tonight, but what about tomorrow?”
“I know how I feel. I’m only asking you to have faith in me.”
Miguel tenderly squeezed her thighs and stroked her breasts, then after a moment, asked matter-of-factly, “If you don’t mind telling me, you know, as a little something for my birthday?”
“Depends on what it is.” Ebony yawned as she nestled into his arms.
“Well, not that it matters,” Miguel asked, “but is the baby you’re having mine or Alex’s?”
Ebony was quiet, her body rising up and down with slow, measured breaths.
“I know you’re not asleep, Bonni.” Ebony flinched as Miguel admonished her with a pinch.
“What makes you so sure I’m pregnant?” she responded defensively after a moment.
“Come on, Bonni. Those breasts? Too perfect. I’m a photographer, remember. I’ve seen and felt more fake breasts than most plastic surgeons and those are not fake. Besides…you’re keloidal. If you’d had surgery, you’d have scars…and like I said,” he remarked imperiously while stroking her breasts, “These are perfect.”
“You’re a little too smart for your own good, Mickey,” she grumbled, exasperated.
“Yeah, I know,” he said with a self-congratulatory smirk as he gave her body another squeeze.
“Yep, you’re a regular Cuban Sherlock Holmes,” she groused as he nibbled playfully at her ear.
“Bonni!” Alex’s voice cracked through the room like the sound of a broken timber.
Both Miguel and Ebony flinched as Alex made his presence known, standing in the doorway of the adjoining bathroom. He held Ebony’s discarded dress in his hand and without looking at Miguel, crossed over to the side of the bed where Ebony lay. He handed her the garment and said quietly, “Get dressed.”