by C C Monroe
“Let me see your pussy, open your legs,” he moans, stroking his cock fast and hard. I spread my legs and give him a view of my bare pussy.
“I’m gonna come on your tits, those sexy little tits.” His eyes travel from my chest to my core back and forth as his hand picks up pace.
“God damn it! Fuck.” I watch memorized as he spurts hot jets of come onto my chest, his eyes hooded, his lips slightly parted as he watches his come cover my breasts.
“Kings, baby,” I moan. Falling next to me, he drops his hand to his chest and sighs.
“Holy shit, that was amazing.” I take his compliment and do an inner happy dance.
“I’m glad, I was worried. I thought I was gonna be terrible.”
“No, you definitely weren’t, I have never come that fast from head.” He gets up and walks to the bathroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts. My stomach gets a knot, I sometimes forget the women before me, then I remember, he’s been with a ton of women.
He comes out of the bathroom carrying a wet rag. Kneeling on the bed he cleans me up, the sour look still warping my face.
“What’s wrong?” I just shrug and pull the blanket over me.
“Nothing, I’m just cold. I’m gonna go to sleep.” Flipping on my side, I turn my back to him.
“I wasn’t finished with you and I know damn well you aren’t tired. What just happened?” Like I’m completely weightless he turns me and slides me under him while he spreads my legs getting me ready for another round.
“Kings, nothing I just want to go to b..” Cut off by the familiar sensation of his rough hands on my clit, I crumble under him, my back leaving the bed and my toes curling.
“So responsive, now how about you tell me what that shit really was.” The authority in his touch paired with the demand in his voice works.
“You said it was the fastest you’ve ever come with head and I just got sudden images of you with other women and I never really thought of how many women you’ve been with.” All his touches on my body stop and he just stares down at me looking annoyed.
“Don’t bring other women into our bedroom, don’t do that shit. I have been with plenty of women, way too many to count on my hand, but I don’t think of those nameless, faceless girls. I only see, feel, want, fuck, and touch you,” he warns, his voice low.
“I’ve only been with two people and you are one of them. I’m nowhere near experienced enough for you. Do you still think of them when you’re, you know...masturbating?” I whisper the last word, like I have a reason to be embarrassed. Some of the positions and things him and I have done in the bedroom are nothing compared to the talk of masturbating.
“Fuck, come on babe, really?” He pushes away from me and scoots to the edge of the bed, planting his feet to the carpet. “I just got you back after a fight and now you want to put another fucking wedge between us?”
“I’m allowed to be insecure, Kingston,” I say standing and grabbing his shirt from the floor, slipping it on over my head.
“Not with me you’re not. Especially in the bedroom, that’s our fucking private bond. I make love to you with all of me and I don’t appreciate you even having the nerve to play some high school insecurity type shit with me.” He stands grabbing his briefs and sliding them on.
“I know it’s private and we do have an amazing sex life, I mean look at you.” I scan my hand over the length of his body, not missing his smug smirk, while he crosses his arms. “Then you look at me and I’m starting to get heavy, my baby bump is growing, my stretch marks are getting darker, my nipples look fucking national geographic and then the man who made me this way looks like a fucking Greek God. How can I not get insecure? I’m sure the bleach blonde bimbos you brought home had not even one flaw!”
He chuckles and my frown sets with my drawn in brows, how can he think this is funny? “They had one flaw,” he says walking toward me with a sexy smirk.
“What their toe polish and nail polish were different colors?” I ask, crossing my arms with a roll of my eyes.
“They weren’t you. That’s a pretty huge fucking flaw in my book.”
“What?” I stutter out, completely taken aback.
“Yeah, they weren’t you. I could tell you how many bitches I fucked with the image of you in my mind if you’d like.” His hands are at my hips, pulling me up on my knees and into him.
“Don’t call them bitches, those girls are someone’s daughter. And no I don’t want to know how many women you screwed with me in mind.” I try to pull away by twisting my hips loose from him but he just tightens his grip.
“I don’t jerk off anymore babe. I have this little sex addict sucking me fucking dry every day. But, if I did, you and your sexy tits, beautiful stretch marks, and really tight pussy, will be the only thing I’ll be balls deep in in my fantasies.”
I gulp so fucking loud when he says this, I mean holy shit he can be so fucking crude and it’s annoyingly sexy.
“You’re such a caveman.” I finally give in, placing my arms around his neck and smashing my front to his.
“No, I’m a Viking king and I’m about to ruin you for the entire fucking village, my Queen. Now lay on that bed and let me fuck you.” He growls then tosses me on the bed. I laugh as he strips us both hurriedly, erasing all memories of my parents, his bevy of ladies and all my insecurities, making love to me like a true Viking king. God I’m a lucky, lucky woman.
Two Months Later
Things with Lana have never been better. We are communicating more, being honest with anything she is still struggling with, and our unhealthy cycle is practically nonexistent. Instead we spend more time rationally talking through whatever issues come up. It’s a fresh start.
Our baby is growing, my woman is growing, her body is changing beautifully to help nurture our little man. We found out it’s a boy and I about jumped out of my chair excited when I saw that thing between his legs. I’m nowhere near ready to have a little girl. I don’t think the world would be safe with me in it if I had a beautiful little girl like Lana to protect. I’m already on their watch list I’m sure with just having Lana.
Joel disappeared, no letters, pictures, flowers, nothing—just silence. Greg updated me that there was no way to trace it to Joel, even if he told me he did it—it’s hearsay and he denied the whole thing anyway, saying some shit about how Lana may have enemies who had the chance to get their hands on those photos. I know it’s all bullshit, but the detective’s visit must have worked because the pussy gave up. Smart fucking choice.
“Can I get you handsome boys anything else?” the waitress asks us both, her body is turned into Trey.
“No, we’re good, thank you,” I answer while Trey absentmindedly pulls a twenty out of his wallet, unaware of her flirting. I throw another twenty down for my portion and tell her to keep the change, she finally leaves the table.
“I swear, your wedding ring is like an aphrodisiac for women,” I joke, getting up and putting my hat back on.
“What are you talking about?”
“You seriously didn’t catch on to her hitting on you. Damn you’re an idiot.”
“First, I doubt she was and second, I’m fucking good looking bro, okay. I don’t need this ring to make women drool, cause all of this,” he drags his hand down the front of his body, “is fucking smokin.”
Laughing at his stupidity, I roll my eyes. “Stop groping yourself in public Trey, we don’t want to scare the good people of Seattle.”
“Fuck off, dick.”
“Anyway, I need to look at some places for Lana and I. We’re looking for a house,” I tell him and he looks at me sideways. Lana and I have been talking about marriage a lot more lately and as much as I want to jump on that, I need to get us settled first. We have a baby coming soon and the apartment isn’t where I want to bring a baby home to.
“That’s a big step.” Trey pats my back.
“No, getting her pregnant was a big step, the rest is just natural. Moving in, marriage, all that s
tuff.”
“You’re gonna propose? Dude you didn’t tell me this shit!” Looking equally irritated and stoked, he runs a hand through his messy hair.
“I have the ring, it’s just lately she’s been on edge, even her nightmares have come back. Only difference is she doesn’t push me away, in fact she’s been much more clingy. Not that I’m complaining.” I don’t tell him I already proposed mid sex, that shit was private and perfect. But, after it happened it kind of stayed there, never progressing.
“Damn, that’s a double-edged sword right there.”
“Yep, it is, but I’m hopeful that we’ll get through it.” He nods.
We approach the studio just a few blocks down from the restaurant we were at. Walking in we fall into place and get back to work. All this talk about Lana has me missing her, I take a second to text her.
Me: Hey angel.
I stare at the screen and watch the three dots dance in the corner.
My Queen: Hey :) How’s work?”
I smirk, one corner of my mouth tugging upward when I see the cute emoji shit she sent. Last night we didn’t have the best night, she went out with some of her new employees to a nightclub and I yelled at her, she’s pregnant I don’t want her in a club, unsafe where I can’t get to her. She said I was a controlling prick and I didn’t deny it. That was our first little argument in a while.
Me: It’s slow, baby, I miss you and my little monkey. What do I have to do to get a selfie of you two?
My eyes are burning to seer the image of her in my brain. The three dots disappear and reappear a couple of times, making my palms fidget and my chest swell with anxiety. Maybe I misread her mood and maybe she’s still having a shit day and pissed as fuck from last night.
My heart rate kicks back to life when I see an image of her pop up. She’s wearing a white sundress that she’s lifted up to show her rounded belly. Her lace white panties a stark difference against her tan skin. Her tiny thighs begging to be kissed and touched.
The best part of the picture is her curled hair framing her gorgeous face. Her smile is stained with red lipstick, her pearl white teeth shining aiding in her infectious deep dimpled smile. Her eyes are squinted slightly and fuck me, I swear she’s glowing. My chest swells with pride, warming in carnal hunger. We created that child with nothing other than heated passion.
“I’ll be back.” I leave Trey and head to the bathroom. Locking the door I lift my shirt with one hand, exposing my abs. My jeans are low today, which I know she loves more than anything. Adding my signature lip bite I snap a picture and send it to her.
Me: You look fucking beautiful today, my Queen. How’s little guy feeling?
My Queen: You look sexy, Kingston. I miss you. And he’s fine, this morning he was fussy as can be, kicking me like crazy. I was in a lot of pain. Next week it’ll be six months, crazy right!?
The entire pregnancy is flying by, I wish I could slow it down. I love seeing Lana pregnant. It has every primal instinct in me on high alert and I never want to come down from that high.
Me: Shit, already? I’m sorry you were sick. Anything I can do to help, babe?
My Queen: No, it’s ok. I’ll be fine. I know. I feel like a whale, he is gonna be a big boy.
Me: Yea, well look at his daddy.
I send her a selfie of me flexing with my tongue out.
My Queen: You’re such a cocky little shit. I have my hands full with you two.
Me: Yeah, you do. My place tonight? For dinner?
My Queen: Sure.
She doesn’t seem too excited. I’m making it my mission tonight to have her stress free.
Me: I’ll see you at six. Love you.
My Queen: See ya then. Love you too.
I breathe a deep breath and thank the gods that she said she loved me back, at least I still have that. I’m gonna make tonight a safe haven for her. I want her to open up to me about whatever is going on with her.
Let me in baby, I’m here for you.
I clean the house damn near perfection, saints could live here. I make sure to light a ton of candles that she bought for my place, making my house smell like vanilla shit, all girly—all Lana. I decide on making my famous spaghetti sauce and meatballs for dinner, that’s her favorite comfort dish.
I hear the sound of keys jiggling in the keyhole. Throwing the cooking towel over my shoulder I meet her at the door, greeting her right as the door opens.
“Hey.” She changed into her little sleep shorts and off the shoulder loose tee, looking comfortable; I want to be wrapped in her comfort.
“Hey, I have dinner cooking, it’s almost done.” I rest my large palms on her shoulders and begin kneading the knots as her eyes roll closed and her head drops forward.
“That feels amazing, little nugget is still being a pain. I’ve been sick all day.”
“Did you call the doctor?”
“Yeah, he said to take it easy and stay hydrated.” I crouch down so my face is in line with her stomach and I lift her shirt just enough to see her belly.
“You need to be good to mama, she’s tired big guy.” Lana runs her hands through my hair. I close my eyes for just a second and lean into her hands like a fucking dog.
“Feel him?” she asks putting her hand over mine, moving it to the spot where little man is kicking. They are fast, barely a second or two between each one.
“Shit, he’s fucking on a roll tonight. Go lie down on the couch and I’ll bring you some water.” She doesn’t argue with me, which is a first. Lana hates when people tend to her.
“Okay.” Slipping her bag off her shoulder I take it and walk it to the bedroom. I see some of her clothes inside and I just shake my head. This is why we need a fucking house.
“You want some salad as well, L?” I ask over my shoulder, she just hums a yes. Filling up her plate with enough food to feed the poor, I settle in on the couch placing the plates on the coffee table in front of us. Looking at the rose gold band on her finger, one her parents gave her on graduation, she looks like she’s focused, her thoughts somewhere other than here. I still need to apologize for the fight last night, maybe then she will relax.
“I’m sorry about last night, baby. I shouldn’t have lost my cool. I know you had a rough day at work and I shouldn’t have acted the way I did.” I lean my body into her, placing my bent leg on the couch, rubbing her bare thigh.
“No, I shouldn’t have acted the way I did. You were just a victim of my wrath. I should apologize.”
“How about we both say we’re sorry and enjoy tonight?”
“I’m okay with that.” Her soft features glow in the dim lights and candles. The best thing about Lana and me is we tend to forgive each other faster than we fight. Some may look at it as something dangerous, bordering on the lines of unhealthy. I don’t care, I don’t fucking care. No one can tell me what’s right and what’s wrong with Lana and me. We make our own rules and we live our own life, in love the way we want to be. I would fucking fight to hell and back, live in a war zone for our temporary moments of bliss. Because paradise with Lana outweighs any darkness—any war.
“Can I feed you, angel?” I want to pamper her, hand over my man card and take care of her. This pregnancy hasn’t been as easy as we thought it was gonna be, she’s sick all the time, her feet swell and her migraines are getting worse. She endures all this for our child and me, she deserves a nice night of being spoiled.
“I got it Kingston, it’s okay. You cooked dinner, I can feed myself. Thanks though, handsome.” Her face is sincere and it just deepens my desire to take care of her.
“Nope, I want to spoil you tonight angel, so sit back and let me feed you.” She rolls her eyes and submits to me. “Good girl.”
“That was amazing Kings, thank you.” After we both ate we sat and talked for a little while, laughing and discussing random things. Now I’m doing dishes and she’s sitting on the counter next to me, fed and relaxed, a much different state than she was in when she got here tonight.
“God, you’re so cocky, you know one day someone’s gonna knock you on your ass and put you in your place,” she teases and I scoff at her.
“Please. No one can take this big man.” Lifting my bicep to my lips for a kiss, the soapy water runs down my forearm and drips onto her knee.
“Ah! You’re getting me wet, stop!” she screeches, pushing against my chest in an attempt to create some distance.
“Now that’s what’s up, how wet we talking?” I turn off the water and maneuver myself between her legs, gripping her ass and pulling her to the edge of the counter. Her belly is getting to a point where we have to be in certain positions to touch.
“You’re so bad, I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you.” She smacks my chest and something about the way her hair falls from behind her ear when she laughs and the way the lights make her eyes sparkle, I don’t know what it is but I can’t hold it in any longer. I want to make Lana James my permanent home.
“You could move in with me?”
“What?” she stutters and her eyes open wide. Why does she seemed so shocked? We have talked about this a lot more lately and I thought she wanted to do this with me, for us and little man.
“Yeah, move in with me. Our leases are up and with little nugget coming soon I think we need to start looking for a house. I mean we’re gonna be together aren’t we? Don’t we want to take the next step and raise our son in a two parent home? Or did I misread that?” I’m rambling, fucking scared out of my wits that I blew my one chance to get her to take the next step with me.
“Yes.”
“I think we’re ready baby. Don’t turn me down without thinking about it. Please,” I beg.
“Did you not hear me caveman? I said yes.” Pigs must be flying outside, did she just say yes? One simple yes, no fight, no doubts—nothing but a yes?
