Lateisha laughed, but it was soon smothered by Bryce’s mouth on hers. There were still too many clothes between them and as best as she could, Lateisha reached down and undid Bryce’s pants using her hands and feet to push them to the floor. Bryce hiked her skirt higher, putting a hand between them and in one swift motion shredding her panting away from her.
“I hope you didn’t have an emotional attachment to those,” he whispered in her ear.
Lateisha was too turned on to answer, so instead she turned to meet his mouth with hers. Bryce groaned against her mouth, and with one hand supporting her body against the wall, he guided himself into her already dripping wet folds. Lateisha cried out, tossing her head back as far as the wall would allow. He felt so wide and hard and he stretched the walls of her pussy to the point that pleasure met with pain. Bracing a hand on the wall and one under her naked ass, Bryce began to pump slowly inside of her, the top of his dick hitting her g spot and the base rubbing her clit. The sensations were too much to handle and to keep from screaming again Lateisha bit down gently on his shoulder. She felt his dick twitch inside of her and Bryce growled so she softly raked her teeth over his neck. It was if she flipped a switch and Bryce began to speed up, thrusting harder and faster. Lateisha gripped his hips with her legs, her orgasm building. Stars burst behind her eyes as she came, sagging against the elevator wall. Bryce found his release after several more thrusts, growling out her name through gritted teeth.
Lateisha realized the elevator was stopped. At some point during their lovemaking Bryce had hit the stop button. He let her legs fall back to the ground, they were shaky but stable. He smacked the stop button and the doors slid opened at the doors to the penthouse just as Lateisha had adjusted her clothing around her. She started to walk ahead of him to the door but Bryce grabbed her.
“Who said I was done with you yet,” he said, tossing her over his shoulder fireman style.
Lateisha laughed loudly as Bryce hurried into the penthouse, slamming and locking the door behind him. He carried her back to his room and laid her on the bed gently.
“Now take the rest of your clothes off,” he ordered, stripping off the shirt he had draped over his arms and undoing his pants again.
Lateisha obliged, tossing the remainder of her clothes to the floor and settling back against the bed. Bryce moved over her, pressing kisses from her shoulder all the way to her abdomen. That part moved her and he looked up and into her eyes.
“Our baby,” he said before lowering his head again to continue his journey south.
A shiver of love and arousal shook Lateisha at his words. She didn’t have time to dwell on them however because his lips settled on her center and she lost all train of thought. Bryce didn’t stop at kissing. He trailed his tongue from her entrance to her clit slowly and Lateisha gripped the sheets as her hips bucked upwards. Bryce continued his torturous slow path until Lateisha was ready to combust. She grabbed his hair in her hands and thrust her hips forward as if to give him the message that she needed more. Bryce obliged, speeding up and flicking her clit with his tongue. When his lips settled around her bundle of nerves Lateisha’s orgasm exploded, leaving her panting and sated. Ripples of orgasm were still quaking her inside when Bryce settled between her legs and plunged into her depths. This time he took it slowly, kissing Lateisha on the neck and face as he stroked her from the inside with his thick cock. Lateisha gripped his ass with her hands, needing to feel even closer to him. This time she felt not only physical pleasure but emotional. When her orgasm hit she screamed Bryce’s name, wrapping her arms around his torso and pulling him to her. They came together this time, his dick twitching inside of her rippling channel.
Utterly exhausted and satisfied, Lateisha lay unmoving as Bryce stepped from the bed and returned minutes later with a cloth. He wiped her down gently and lay back down with her, gathering her in his arms.
“I love you, Lateisha.” He whispered in her ear.
“I love you too, Bryce,” Lateisha muttered, tears of another kind forming in her eyes.
They fell asleep that way together, and the last thing Lateisha remembered feeling was joy.
*****
Three days later, dressed in a long flowing white gown, Lateisha stood next to Bryce in front of a minister and made a vow to love and cherish him forever, until death parted them. Following the wedding the bride and groom and their fifteen guests returned to the penthouse for an intimate dinner party. By the end of the night Lateisha was exhausted but happy.
“I want to apologize,” Lateisha turned at the sound of Becky’s voice.
“For what?” She asked, wrapping her arm around her much taller friend’s waist.
“I was wrong about Bryce. I was wrong to not trust your judgment.” Becky
stared at Lateisha waiting for a response, a look of chagrin on her face.
“It’s alright, Becky. I love you anyway.” Lateisha turned to her friend and they embraced.
“I’d love to dance with my wife one last time before I steal her away from the city for awhile.” Bryce said, wrapping his arms around Lateisha’s waist.
Becky nodded, giving Lateisha a peck on the cheek and walking away. Bryce wrapped Lateisha in his arms and spun her around on the make shift dance floor they had constructed in the formal living room. She rested her head on his chest and let her eyes drift closed.
“You know, I saw Becky and John talking earlier. Maybe it’s time to play matchmaker?” Bryce laughed and winked at Lateisha who was now looking up at him with horror.
“Oh no, I’m not getting involved in that one,” she said resting her head back on his chest, happiness surrounding her.
*****
Lateisha smiled at the memory of her wedding day, but the feeling of happiness was cut short by a sharp pain to her abdomen. She doubled over, making sure not to cry out. Throughout the whole shower, off and on, Lateisha was having contractions. This one was sharper and was followed almost immediately by another. It was time to have a baby.
“Bryce!” She yelled, dropping the bag of trash and heading to her room to grab her overnight bag.
“What? What’s wrong?” He stepped from the walk-in, a towel around his waist and his hair dripping.
“It’s time. We have to go.” Lateisha hurried around the room throwing things in a bag and never looking back at Bryce.