More Than Him

“Ah fuck. You know how much it kills me when your sweet, innocent mouth says dirty things to me.” I hear him say simultaneously with his zipper going down. Knowing that he is stroking himself as he continues to lick every inch of my desire from him, is a powerful feeling. This man is so gone for me that I drive him to the brink. “Jesus, Lani, do you know how good you taste? Fucking sugar coma will this sweetness.'' My eyes are closed rolling to the back of my head as I chant over and over ‘lick me... lick me’, all inhibitions lost. Out of nowhere my body springs to life as something cold drips down the slit of my pussy. Raising my head, I see the glint in his eye as my eyes convey shock, realizing he poured pasta sauce on me. “Think Alex would add this sweet meat to her recipe?” he says before licking me like his favorite tomato covered lollipop. I call his name, my voice rising in octaves the closer I get, something about the dirtiness of this whole situation and just having him mouth sucking the solace form my body. Over and over he licks, his head going wild as he groans against my click sucking it into his mouth every few seconds.

“DUN!” I scream when he adds two fingers not caring that he is probably getting red shit inside of me. Will his cum wash it out? “Oh god. I’m coming, babe. I’m coming.” I scream, trying to catch my breath. He always told me to tell him when I was on the edge. He licks me one more time, before removing his head, and slowly inching his cock inside of me, the juicy sound amplified by the fact that I am covered in Alex’s special recipe. I gasp like I do every time he enters me because it always feels like the first time.

“So fucking tight,” he grunts right before his mouth attacks mine. I can taste myself mixed with the food and somehow it turns me into a ravenous, greedy version of myself. I eat his mouth with vigor, pulling his head further on my mouth as my legs lock him inside of me, telling him without words to never leave. “Fucking shit he says before he kisses me and his body begins to slam in and out of me sending flashes of a life with this constant state of pleasure being a part of it.

“Duuuuun,” is the last I remember before waking up in his arms on the floor, covered in the dinner we never made. Kissing my head, he slowly takes my mouth, his eyes never leaving mine. I read so much in them and try to convey how I feel with mine. That was a great night. I thought we would have those nights forever.

Crap. Why do I do this to myself? I think as I put body wash on my sponge. As it grazes my nipple, I hiss, the sensitivity too much. My body tingles remembering how the shower was our favorite place. I loved the way his hands felt as he rubbed every inch of me, the soap making them slick and...no, Lani, stop it. If you are ever going to move on, you have to stop this. It’s over. You have your baby to think about now. With that thought, I get out of the shower, dry off and get into some clothes. Walking out of the room, as I enter the elevator, I feel both heavy and light. I guess it is going to take some time. “Good morning, Lalani. I trust you slept well.”

“Good morning Flora. Yes, I did thank you.”

“Excellent. Why don’t you go and have some breakfast, and then Sandra will be down in about an hour to take to the uniform room and for the next day you will follow her around as she shows you the ropes. How does that sound?”

“That sounds great.”

“Good. well enjoy your breakfast.”

“Thank you.” Breakfast is delicious and if the quieting of my stomach is any indication, the baby agrees. By the time I am finished, a woman named Sandra walks to me and immediately I know I am going to like her.

“Hey hun. I’m Sandra. Flora says you are going to be my shadow for the next few days. No worries, we are going to have fun,” she says putting her arm through mine.

The rest of the day goes by quickly and by the time I make it back to my room I am exhausted. “Ok little blip. How about we sleep for an hour before we get dinner.” I lay my head on the pillow and give thanks that at least for now, we have a place to stay and I have a way to support us. Now, I just have to figure out school. “Don’t worry. Even without your dad we are going to be ok. Hope my heart is one day as well.”