Have My Baby: Baby and Pregnancy Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  I did actually. I knew exactly what she meant and couldn’t help but feel relieved she wasn’t mad at me. It spoke well of her character.

  “Do you have any plans for Valentine’s Day?” I asked, taking the gentle approach.

  “No,” she said bursting with excited anticipation.

  “Would you like to go to dinner with me?”

  “Yes!” she gushed, followed by a thump, sounding like she had fallen off the bed.

  I couldn’t help but chuckle. There were times I forgot how young she was, so full of pep and youthful exuberance. I wasn’t exactly ready for the retirement home myself but it was a nice reminder of how exciting life could be with the right mind-set.

  The Blue Room wasn’t four-star but could still impress. I was afraid of going to fancy for fear of intimidating Alex. She seemed thoroughly impressed which helped to put me at my ease.

  There were no reservations but the staff knew me and made sure we had a good table. If they meant their meaningful glances to each other to be subtle they failed miserably. Not that I could really blame them. My ex had broken up and then went back when we were together again more than once, so the sight of me with a different date was likely to be noticed.

  I could hardly believe my eyes. Alex cut her foot not only properly but daintily. She had clearly been traditionally raised. It made our last two encounters seem a bit to of place but maybe it had something to do with her repressed libido getting to a critical level. A feeling with which I could definitely relate.

  “I really am sorry for not calling,” I said, as we waited for dessert.

  “I didn’t either. Honestly I was a bit scared. Like the whole thing would disappear or something.”

  “Sounds about right,” I grinned, “though I’m getting over it quick.”

  “Me too,” she said, with a bit of a blush.

  “I’d like to take things to the next level.”

  “I think we’ve already done that,” she said, with a little smile.

  “Not what I meant. I want to be with you more, Alex, regularly, not just randomly hooking up every several weeks. I feel something going on here and would to explore it.”

  Her blush deepened but her smile didn’t fade. I started to like her even more than before, which was already bordering on what I’d heard described as ‘love.’

  “Me too,” she confessed.

  Before either of us could say more, our desserts arrived. I’d never eaten cake so fast in my life. Already drooling for Alex’s sweet pie.

  “Your place or mine?” I asked, doing up my seatbelt.

  “Yours,” she said, without hesitation.

  As luck with have it, my place was only about ten minutes away, greatly reducing the tortuous wait before we could give in to the heat we were both feeling. I actually caught Alex rubbing herself through her pants as we drove. I reached a hand over and helped her out with that, her pussy burning hot even through her pants and underwear.

  It couldn’t have been more perfect if we’d planned it. Alex arriving at the sidewalk at the same time I did. I held her tight as I closed her door and locked up my Rolls. She was so light and warm it drove me crazy. Holding her tight, I carried sweet little Alex down the hall, suddenly very glad my condo was on the first floor.

  I could barely keep my hands off her, not that she seemed to mind much. I caressed her all over as soon as I lay her out onto the bed. Redirecting this urge into a useful direction, I caressed both hands down her body and along her legs I untied her shoes one by one, followed by her socks. Following the same route back up. Alex humming softly from the gentle contact, I made it back up to her shoulders and eased her out of her suit jacket, tossing onto a nearby chair.

  Her neck was so soft, I just couldn’t resist it. Licking and sucking her tender young flesh, I made slow work of her shirt buttons, my pants ending up down near her pelvis. Taking advantage of this fact, I kissed my way down her neck and along her body, leaving it to Alex to get off her shirt and bra. As luck would have it, this happened at around the same time as I arrived at her chest, allowing me to give her beautiful tits some tender loving care. Starting out softly until I had gauged her threshold.

  My mouth traveling down along her belly to meet my hands, I undid her pants, easing them down as I kissed along her right leg, starting at her inner thigh. I could already smell her excitement through her wet panties.

  Working back up her other leg, I hooked my fingers troglodyte the sides of her panties and pulled them slowly back down. Unveiling her tender pink pussy like a piece of fine art, though even that couldn’t do it credit. Stroking her inner thighs, I gently pushed them open, meeting no resistance at all.

  I wanted to dive in and devour her sweet tenderness, but we’d never really been able to take things slow before, our previous enough tears being quite frantic. It was nice to really be able to take our time and enjoy it. The powers of Valentine’s Day also likely having an effect.

  My sweet lover moan and shivered with joy as I caressed my tongue the length of delicate young lips, flicking the very tip of my tongue against her hard clit. I took hold of her lips as she writhed, in case she was taken by the need to buck her hips, which would be perfectly understandable of course.

  Picking up speed, I licked her hard and fast, slipping to fingers into her sweet warmth. Working her pussy with my fingers, devoured her pussy, guiding her to the doors of revelation with nothing but my fingers and tongue.

  Stroking her tenderly while she recovered from the zenith of pure pleasure, I used my free hand to shed my suit, sending it to hang out with Alex’s on the chair. Coming back to herself, Alex reached out and took a gentle hold of my soft cock as I stroked her pussy. Moving in closer, so I was in range, Alex took me eagerly into her mouth.

  “Take your time, sweetheart,” I said, stroking her cheek.

  She obeyed, easing up a bit, taking the time to really enjoy it. Humming contentedly as she sucked lightly on the head, running her tongue around it every so often, just to keep things interesting. I slipped a finger back inside her pussy as she took me further into her mouth. Taking a gentle hold of her ponytail to keep her from going too far and hurting herself, I started to work my hips, tenderly face fucking her as she sucked me off.

  I came in a flood, like I always did, my load gushing in a torrent with the power of a fire hose. True to her word, Alex took in every last drop, swallowing it all down with relish, licking the head clean when she was done.

  Turning her toward me with my hands on her hips, I got in position between her legs, putting them up over my elbows, getting in really close. Stroking my cock against her to get her warmed up, I pushed inside, her sweet young pussy hugging me in welcome. Taking my time, I gently pumped my cock inside her, gradually gaining in both speed and intensity as I went. Always paying attention for any signs of distress. There was only pure, blissful pleasure in her sweet little sounds. I wetted a thumb and massaged her clit as I pumped her tight teen pussy, bringing her to even higher levels of ecstasy.

  We hadn’t been together often but I had still become in tune with her signs. A quick change in breathing letting me know she was getting ready to orgasm. I eased up on her, eventually pulling out and fingering her until she came. Her entire body beginning to treble with sweet surrender in my arms. Short on time, got on my knees beside her, opening her mouth with my thumb, dropping the first of five intermittent mini loads into her mouth, trying to make it more manageable.

  It was pretty late by the time we were finished, sweet little Alex barely able to keep her eyes open. Tucking her into my bed, I went to get us both water to rehydrate. Something else that hadn’t been an option the first couple of times. Every time with Alex had been great but I had to admit I liked the slower intimacy of that night. It felt almost like we were a couple.

  Taking her emptied glass I put them both on the nearest night table. I then took her into a spooning position, and we snuggled, with me gently kissing
the back of her next until we fell asleep.

  Chapter Four - Alex

  It was a beautiful morning. Not least because Klaus was holding we. The warmth of his body up against mine. There was a warm pressure against my ass which I soon realized was his morning wood. Unable to resist, I reached down and started to stroke him. He was asleep but I still didn’t like the idea of him being uncomfortable. I knew it probably wasn’t because of me, he was asleep when it happened after all, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t help him out.

  He didn’t stay asleep for long, turning me over on to his back, giving me full, unfettered access to his gorgeous cock. Something I took full advantage of, swirling my tongue around his tasty head, as I stroked his softly throbbing shaft with one hand and lightly massaged his balls with the other. Dropping my mouth down to his balls, struck by sudden curiosity, I sucked one and then the other, alternating between them. Really only to get one in my mouth at a time because they were so big. Klaus moaned, letting me know that he liked it and I made a mental note, before licking my way back up is shaft to drop my mouth back over his head, pushing on down until I felt it pressing up against the back of my throat. With a slow breath of focus, I backed off to give myself a bit more room and started to suck, savoring the warm, comforting feel of his cock in my mouth.

  Taking things slow and easy, I gradually increased in both depth and speed until I was deep-throating him. I slammed my head up and down with such gusto, going as deep as I could, loving the gentle throb of his cock in my throat. He took a hold of my neck, so I wouldn’t hurt myself. I jut couldn’t help myself, wanting to feel as much of him as possible. I knew. It was greedy, but he was so hot it drove me crazy. I had to feel his cum filling up my mouth it felt like I would go mad.

  Closing my eyes with relish, I accepted his load, barely phased by the sheer amount of cum pouring down my throat. I’d already learned quite a lot in my short time with him and that was one of them. When he was empty, I sucked his head clean giving it a kiss when I was done. Klaus took me by the shoulders and pulled me to him, wrapping me in a loving embrace. Our breath and heartbeats falling into sync.

  The clock screamed on the bedside table, yanking both of us from our delight. Smashing down on the snooze button with all the wrath of a vengeful god, Krause got up taking me with him. Carrying me in the usual way, he set me down gently in front of the chair which had become a clothes hanger. Despite the demands of Father Time, Klaus carefully dressed me from underwear on, even tying my shoes, before getting back into his own clothes.

  I hadn’t really gotten a good look at his apartment the night before. It had been mostly dark, and I was too preoccupied with other matters to take note of the décor. Sitting down at his glass dining table I took it all in with some interest, slightly surprised by how nice it was. Basic but still aesthetically pleasing. It took me a moment to realize where I had seen it before.

  “IKEA,” I murmured.

  “What was that, sweetheart?” Klaus asked from the stove.

  “Nothing,” I said, feeling like a silly kid.

  I’d never seen a plate so full. Not least because it was the biggest plate I’d ever seen. A lovely ironstone piece with gold trim and a traditional illustration of vines around the rim. Stacked in the middle were at least five big pancakes, topped with fruit and whipped cream, surrounded by a moat of bacon and sausages.

  “I wasn’t sure if you ate meat. If you don’t I’ll gladly take it.”

  “Oh, no I eat meat, at least some. Tend to stay away from beef though.”

  “Me too,” Klaus said, before taking a big bite of the thickest Polish sausage I’d ever seen.

  I loved food more than I felt like I should but Klaus’s intake put even me to shame. Goodness knew how many calories he would have to eat a day just to fuel that magnificent body of his. It was lucky he had such a high paying job.

  Our bellies full, we bundled up in our coats and headed for the outside world. I’d planned for us to go our separate ways, but Klaus insisted on walking me to my car, holding my hand the entire way.

  “You’re not Elsa.”

  We both looked as a sedan passed us, pulling over to the curb a few feet ahead of us. Klaus was squeezing my hand a lot harder and I knew something was up.

  “Come on,” Klaus objected.

  “Don’t talk to me like that,” warned a tall, statuesque older woman with a thicker version of Klaus’s accent, “Elsa called me last night crying her eyes out, what are you thinking, boy?”

  “I’m 27. Hardly a boy,” Klaus objected.

  “You’re always my boy,” she said, her tone softening considerably.

  “We can talk about this later, aiti.”

  “You bet we will and don’t try to honey me up, son.”

  “Butter.”

  “Sorry?”

  “It’s butter me up. I’m not sure what honey me up is.”

  “What ever it is, don’t do it,” she said, still full of authority.

  Putting the clues together, I figured out that she had been his mother. Even before I googled the word ‘aiti.’ Had he really been buttering her up by speaking Finnish which she was clearly far more comfortable with? I was curious but didn’t want to pry. It wasn’t like Klaus and I were really dating. To be honest I really wasn’t sure what we were doing. We had agreed we wanted to see each other more but was that the same as a relationship? The sex was amazing but was that enough. It seemed like it might be but I didn’t know for sure. The only thing that was clear being that I was going to have to do some serious thinking about what was going on.

  Klaus tried to contact me a few times. I wasn’t trying to ghost him but also didn’t answer. Finally, I put the phone on silent, not wanting to deal with it right then. If there was one thing I knew, it was I didn’t know much. My experience level was just too limited to be much of an expert on anything, except maybe C.S. Lewis and Pokémon. Not much of knowledge base when it came to navigating the big scary world.

  One moment bled into another, breakfast soon becoming lunch hour. My mind spun at how much things could change in just a few hours. I could only hope the comfort of ritual might ease my plight.

  “Well, that’s a heck of a face.”

  “Is it?” I asked, not really paying attention.

  “What’s wrong?” Sara asked, sitting across from me at our usual table.

  “Just confused is all.”

  “Sounds like a Klaus problem,” Sara said sagely.

  “How did you know?”

  “I know him. The word ‘beguiling’ comes to mind. I don’t mean to scare you away or anything but there’s some baggage there.”

  “Yeah figured that.”

  “Met his mom did ya?”

  I was tempted to ask her for the next week's lottery numbers but I held my tongue in the name of tact.

  “Yeah.”

  “Is the sex good?” Sara asked.

  “Amazing, the best I’ve ever had if I’m perfectly honest.”

  “Do you like him?”

  “Very much so,” I confessed, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.

  “Does he like you.”

  “Well, he calls me sweetheart.”

  “There you go. I think you should give him a chance. See if he might be boyfriend material. You already have great sex and a general level of esteem, which is more than most couples have, at least the beginning.”

  I was really glad Sara was there. She wasn’t much older than me but knew so much more about life. I didn’t envy her experience but benefited from her wisdom.

  “It seems to me, we could both use a break. I’m going on a skiing week with Aaron in March if you would like to come. Invite Klaus along too, it could be like a double date kind of thing.”

  “Your right about the stress. In addition to the Klaus thing I’ve been working my ass off to save money to move out. I just can’t love under my mom’s thumb anymore. I might be a legal adult but there is
no way to convince her of that. The only way I’m going to live a full life on my own terms is to leave.”

  “It seems extreme,” Sara said.

  “Probably is but I can’t think of anything else for it. She is so strict it’s stifling. She would go to the church and pry for my soul if she ever found out I’m not a virgin and haven’t been for a while.”

  “That is pretty extreme. Ideas around female virginity have changed a lot over the last century or so.”

  “Not for my mom. I’m pretty sure she’d put me in a chastity belt if she thought she could get away with it. She even still insists on buying my underwear to make sure it isn’t too ‘provocative.’ It’s not like she wouldn’t know either. I swear she searches my room when I’m at work.”

  “Including your underwear drawer?”

  “Among other places. She needs to make sure that my mind and body are still pure as according to her standards.”

  “I see your point. You can always come and stay with me if it gets to be too much,” Sara offered.

  “Thanks. Hopefully it won’t come to that but I’ll keep it in mind. I’d like to go skiing but I’m not sure I can get the time off work. Can I let you know later?”

  “Sure, we’ve already booked the chalet, and they all come with two bedrooms. There wouldn’t be any extra costs except for the lift tickets since you both have your own skis.”

  “That would be great. I’ll ask Klaus and see if I can get the time of work.”

  I rushed back to the office. My lunch with Sara was a much-needed break from the madness of life, it had gone on longer than I thought and, as Murphy’s Law would have it, I had a performance review that afternoon. It wasn’t like my job was hanging in the balance but a hefty raise was. A raise that could shortly give me enough money to move out on my own. Away from my mother’s iron fist and wooden cross. It was quite a conversation piece when I would bring friends over as a kid. It wasn’t every day one saw a seven-foot wooden cross standing in the middle of someone’s living room. Sara had never been to my house, which helped to explain her skepticism with regard to the extremity of my mom’s authoritarianism. I really didn’t like the idea of cutting her off like that. Mom was just trying to protect me and do what she thought was right. The only problem was I’d grown up into my own person and didn’t want the same thing she did. It was a difficult choice between staying in contact and being in her thrall or cutting her off and being able to make my own decisions. If anything, I was made at my grandparents for putting such batshit insane ideas in her head when she was young. If they had been members of a church that was in any way mainstream there wouldn’t have been a problem. I had no problem with religion in general. It was when believers got to the outer extremities that things started to go due south at light-speed.