More Than Him

“Well, I can certainly understand that. Very well. I will just have to have you sign something every pay period for the accountant.”

“No problem.” Now I just have to tell her the biggest thing before we finalize this. “The only other thing you should know is that I am pregnant.” I hold my breath, hoping and praying she doesn’t change her mind. This is the perfect situation for me.

“Congratulations. How far along are you?”

“Five weeks.”

“Well, babies are a gift. Does this have something to do with your need for… no trail?” she asks, concern taking over her face.

“Yes and no. More no, than yes, but all the same.” She nods.

“No worries. Now, your room will be on the fifth floor. Here is the key. It is actually a room suited for employees that fall on hard times and need a place to stay so it has an actual key. We have several of those throughout the hotel. Do you have many bags?” Is this a dream?

“No. Just this one suitcase.”

“Excellent. Well you go on upstairs and rest. That baby needs some sleep. You can start in the morning. Say... eight?

“Sounds perfect.” After a few more words, I take the elevator up, open the door, look around for a second, take my clothes off, leaving only my underwear and bra on and fall into the bed. The last thing I remember is crying for what could have been. One last cry before I fortify. Doesn’t stop me from missing his touch.Chapter ThreeLailaniGrrrr... the feeling and sound of my stomach rumbling wakes me, alerting me to the fact that I barely fed the baby at all yesterday. Looking down at my stomach, I place my hand on it. “I’m sorry, little blip. Mommy was too tired to eat. It won’t happen again.” Stretching, I finally take a second to take in my surroundings. Per usual, Embassy Suites hotels are always beautiful. The only difference being this one is equipped with a midsize refrigerator instead of the small one. Just big enough to store some milk, juice, and fruit for a late-night snack. It also has a nice sized pantry to the left of the fridge. Walking toward the restroom, I note the closet is bigger than the guestrooms and it has a dresser inside. “Wow, it really is like a mini apartment,” I say as I keep going to the bathroom. The bathroom is a standard hotel bathroom with the exception of one thing...it has a little linen closet and the mirror opens for cosmetics.

The shower is bittersweet as it has been since the moment I walked out on Dun. We spent lots of time out, eating, going to the theatre, walking in the park, museums, everything. But just as much time as went out, we spent inside. Eating, watching TV, pretending we were watching TV, cooking, and making love on top of counters meant for cooking. I feel myself smiling a little thinking of the time we were watching Alex Guarnaschelli on the food network make her famous pork meatballs with onion jam. The problem is, we barely made it halfway through the online lesson before I found myself spread eagle on the counter with pasta sauce dripping down my pussy as Dun had dinner mixed dessert.

“The next step is to create the onion jam. The fastest way to do this is to sauté…

“Mmm… you smell good baby.” he says in my ear, his mouth kissing my neck as he nudges my neck.

“I think what you're smelling is the meat.” I moan, rubbing my legs together.

“You are correct, my love, just not the meat you are referring to.” Oh God. How does he make everything sound so erotic? “I would know your scent from anywhere and I can tell that you are ready to be my feast.”

“I-I thought we were cooking...oh…Dun,” I gasp in surprise as he lifts me onto the counter knocking all the bowls and utensils off. Before I can register anything else, he has my panties down and his mouth less than a breath from my pussy.

“Mmm... look at how shiny your thighs are baby. I don’t even need to stick my tongue in that sweet pussy to taste you. You coated yourself just for me didn’t you, Lani?” Although I know the question is rhetorical, I find myself answering as I squirm and groan for him, my voice no more than whisper.

“Yes. Yes, just for you.”

“Good girl,” he says nothing else as his tongue licks my thighs, purposely avoiding my pussy, driving me crazy knowing I need him so bad. My hands grip his head, doing my best to force him where I need him most, but as usual he is in charge. “You need it huh, greedy girl?” I love it when he calls me that.

“Yes. Lick me, Dun.”