His lips slid up my neck until they were brushing my ear. His right hand glided down to rest over my belly, and he pulled me closer, our bodies pressed together tightly.
"I can't wait to see your belly grow, sweetheart," he whispered, his lips tickling my earlobe. "You'll be so beautiful and sexy when your belly is big and round. It turns me on just thinking about it." He thrust his hips into me, his arousal massive and clearly evident against my ass.
"You think a huge waddling pregnant woman is sexy?" I asked incredulously with a smile as I leaned my head back against him.
"I do when it's you, Natalie," he answered, then growled as he tightened his arms around me. "You'll be so hot, so gorgeous. I'll want to fuck you all the time."
"You already want to fuck me all the time," I murmured happily.
"True," he said in amusement. "But I'll want you even more when you're big and round with my baby. I won't even be able to work. I'll have to stay home and keep you naked all the time, so I can slide my cock into you whenever I like."
"Is this some kind of weird fetish?" I asked with a laugh. "Was this your plan all along? To knock me up to feed your kinky baby-momma fantasies."
"Maybe," he said in a low sexy tone, then sank his teeth into my neck. A moan of desire burst out of me. He growled and worried at my skin with his teeth as he pushed his erection against me again. I sighed and gave myself over to his attention, losing all concept of time until he pulled away from me, leaving me bereft. I whined in disappointment.
"Don't worry," he reassured me. "We'll finish what we started after your bath." Oh, yeah, that's why we were in here. I had forgotten everything but him and the feel of his lips on me.
He turned off the water, then took my hand and helped me step into the tub. I sank into the perfectly warm water with a deep sigh of pleasure. David knelt down next to the bathtub and smiled down at me.
"Is the temperature good?" he asked.
"It's perfect." I could feel the rest of the tension in my body slipping away.
"Good." He grabbed a bath sponge and my body wash, then started washing my back in gentle circles. It felt so good to be taken care of and to be loved.
"This is exactly what I needed, David," I murmured happily as I closed my eyes.
"I know, sweetheart." His voice was a whispered caress.
He washed my arms, all the way down to my fingertips. He gently washed my swollen tender breasts, spending more time there than he really needed to, but I wasn't going to complain. When he got to my belly, he spent even more time there.
"I can't wait to feel our baby kick and move inside you," he suddenly whispered in an emotional voice as his hand stilled on my belly. I looked up to see an expression of awe on his face that made my heart ache. "I love you so much, Natalie. Do you have any idea how much this means to me, to have you carrying my baby? That you want this baby with me? That you want me?"
"I do, my love," I whispered and reached up to place my palm on his cheek, heedless of the water that I got on his face. "I love you too." I pulled his face toward me and pushed my lips into his, feeding on him desperately for several long moments. His hand never left my belly the entire time, his fingers pressing into my skin possessively. Finally, David pulled away, making me whine at the loss of contact.
"Shh." He smiled indulgently. "Let me finish washing you."
He gently and thoroughly washed the rest of my body, all the way to my toes. I was a limp relaxed puddle of goo, by the time he was done, and I ended up sinking down into the water to my chin, dozing a little before the water started to feel cold.
"Time to get out, sweetheart," David murmured as her touched my face gently. I watched him flip the drain open, then took his outstretched hand. He helped me stand and step out of the bathtub. He dried me off with a large fluffy towel. He took a step back and his eyes drank in my body, his eyes darkening with arousal. A whine escaped my lips as I reached for him, feeling needy and wanton, and tired of waiting for him to take me.
He stepped up close and pulled me into his arms, his erection pressing against my pelvis. I mewled and ground my hips into him, making him groan deeply. I reached for the waistband of his boxer briefs, trying to push them down to get to what I wanted.
"Stop," he growled and grabbed my wrists firmly. "You'll get my dick when I'm ready to give it to you." He put my arms behind my back and held my wrists together in one hand. I fought his hold on me in an attempt to drive him wild. He gripped the back of my neck and leaned in until our lips were mere millimeters apart. "Be. Still," he whispered warningly. I obeyed instantly as he continued speaking. "I was going to make love to you, but I don't think that's what either of us want anymore. I think you need fucked hard. I think you need my cock pounding into you. Is that what you need, sweetheart?"
"Oh God yes," I whimpered into his mouth as I felt my clit start to throb. My God, the man knew how to talk dirty.
"Well, then," he said seductively. "I'd better get your pussy wet and ready for me." I liked the sound of that, even though I was fairly certain I was already wet enough for any way he wanted to take me.
He moved us closer to the bathroom vanity, and reached over to push everything on the counter aside with his free hand. I heard a clatter as some of it fell to the floor, but I didn't care. David let go of my wrists, lifted me up, and sat me on the counter. I gasped as my bare ass touched the cold counter top. I held myself up on my elbows and watched in fascination as David stared at my pussy.
He knelt on the floor and spread my legs wide. He let out a low hum of pleasure as he surged forward, burying his face between my legs and going straight for my clit. I cried out as he clamped his teeth down firmly on my sensitive nub and worried at it roughly, growling like a wild animal. I came out of no where, my body seizing and quaking under David's onslaught, helpless to resist. He snarled and delved his tongue into me, fucking me with his tongue and lapping up my pleasure. His fingers dug almost painfully into my thighs as I wailed through my orgasm. When it finally ebbed, I could barely catch my breath.
Suddenly, David was hovering over me, his cock already teasing my opening. His lips brushed up against mine as he spoke, and I could smell my pleasure on him.
"You taste so fucking good," he whispered harshly. "Taste it, Natalie. Taste yourself on me." He crushed his lips against mine, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as his cock suddenly speared into me. The combination of my flavor on his mouth and the almost brutal penetration sent me flying again. I screamed hoarsely, the sound echoing in the small room.
He slammed into me over and over again, his fingers digging into my hips as he held me in place. His raw animalistic snarls and growls poured into my mouth with each thrust as he kept kissing me hard and deep. I felt consumed and taken and lost to him, a willing slave to his dark desires and all the pleasure it brought me. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to him completely.
I felt one of his hands wrap around my throat as he continued pounding into me, his other hand moving to my core, his thumb swirling over my clit. Another orgasm ignited inside me, and I screamed even louder than the last time. I could feel my body spasm and shudder, the pleasure so intense that I thought I was losing myself to it. Only one thing existed, David's complete ownership of me, that I gave to him willingly, mind, body, and soul. There were no more words, no more filthy talk, just the savage joining of our bodies as David brought us closer and closer to true and utter bliss.
I felt David's pace falter. His thumb pressed down firmly on my clit as his other hand tightened on my throat. Then we exploded together, both of us shouting and screaming out as bright sparks danced across my vision. He buried himself as deep as he could inside me and emptied his pleasure into me with a snarl. My head lolled back, my eyes rolling up into my head as he convulsed above me. It almost felt like I was blacking out as David, still deep inside me, gathered me in his arms and pressed my face into his neck, pushing one last time into me as he hugged me tight. We were both left shaking and breathless as
we struggled to catch our breath.
"Natalie," he panted out harshly. "Oh fuck. That was incredible. So fucking good."
All I could manage to respond with was an incomprehensible moan that made David laugh in wicked satisfaction. He literally fucked me speechless. I felt limp and sated, and the only thing holding me up were David's strong arms around me.
He pulled out of me with a deep groan, then lifted me up into his arms. The next thing I knew, I was being laid down on the bed, and the blankets were pulled up over me. I felt his lips brush gently across my forehead.
"I'm going to make your breakfast now," he whispered. I nodded and smiled up at his gorgeous face, still unable to speak. "Sleep some more, and I'll wake you up when it's ready."
I curled up into a ball on my side, mumbling out a thanks that I was pretty sure was unintelligible. The last thing I remembered before sleep claimed me was David's soft laugh and the tender words "I love you".
***********
"Your eggs are burning, sweetheart," David said in amusement from where he was standing by the coffee maker eying the stove.
"Shit," I blurted out as I rushed over to the stove and lifted the pan off the burner.
It was Saturday morning, and since I was going to be a mother, I decided that I needed to learn how to cook. David agreed to teach me, but so far it wasn't going well. I already burned the toast twice, and now the survival of our scrambled eggs were in doubt. I suspected that my child was going to starve if David wasn't around. I let out a harsh sigh of frustration. I suddenly felt the urge to cry over our ruined breakfast and my utter failure as a cook, which my mind interpreted as being a failure as a mother. I could feel my lower lip trembling as I tried to hold it together. A small whimper escaped my lips as a few tears managed to leak out. I knew I was overreacting emotionally. Yay, pregnancy hormones!
"Hey," David said softly as the smile on his face disappeared. He came up to me and wrapped me up in a warm hug. "It's okay. We can fix this. I've got more eggs, and I'll help you get it right."
"I can't even cook for my own child," I sobbed out. "They'll have to live on Fruit Loops, and Pop Tarts. Child-Protective Services is going to call me an unfit mother and take my baby away." I buried my face in David's neck and cried pathetically, my tears soaking into his T-shirt.
"Sweetheart," David murmured reassuringly as he stroked my back gently. "That's ridiculous. I'm pretty sure it takes something a lot worse than Fruit Loops and Pop Tarts to have someone take your child away. Hell, I ate that all the time as a kid and look how awesome I turned out." I could hear the amusement in his voice, and it made me instantly annoyed. I pulled my head back to see a little smirk on his lips and his amused eyes.
"It's not funny, you asshole," I blurted out and shoved him away with a glare. "Stop patronizing me." I turned and stormed out of the kitchen, knowing I was completely overreacting, but too upset to care at this point. I was half way across the living room, wiping at my eyes and still sobbing pathetically, when David caught up with me.
"Natalie," he said with concern as he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me in close to his body. "I swear I'm not patronizing you, and I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings. I was just trying to cheer you up."
"I know," I said sincerely. "I'm all emotional and out of sorts. I'm so sorry." I sucked in a snuffling breath. "I'm acting crazy, just like my mother."
"You are not your mother," he said with certainty. I sighed into his embrace, needing to hear him say that. It wasn't that my mom was a bad mother or anything. It was just that I'd been dealing with her drama my whole life, and I didn't want our child to have to deal with it from me. "I know crazy, remember? It's my job, and you most definitely are not. And by the way, your mom isn't crazy either, just overzealous in her love for you. Believe me, there are worse problems to have with a parent."
"I know," I whispered, knowing that he was talking about his father, who had never been around for the last thirty years, then popped up unwanted out of no where. I was considering asking him what he was planning on doing about his dad, when the doorbell rang.
"You answer the door, sweetheart, and I'll finish breakfast. Okay?" He kissed my earlobe, making me shiver.
"Alright," I agreed reluctantly, but knowing I needed to forget about cooking today for the sake of my own sanity. He smiled widely, then stepped away and swatted my ass before heading back toward the kitchen.
I went to the door and peeked through the peephole. I froze as panic swept through me. Shit. It was my mother, looking upset and on a mission. What the hell was she doing here? I let out a deep sigh, seriously considering ignoring her and not answering the door, but my car was in the driveway, and she knew that I was here.
"Fuck it," I blurted out quietly as I threw my hands up in exasperation. I guess it was inevitable that my safe little bubble at David's house couldn't last forever. I unlocked the door and pulled it open, cringing inside over my mom's drama that was about to take over.
"Hi, Mom," I told her with a forced smile.
"Natalie, honey," she blurted out and walked in without waiting to be invited. "I've been trying to get a hold of you since yesterday morning. You never returned any of my calls. I called your work, and they said you've been home sick since Wednesday, and passed out and hurt yourself on Thursday. Then I had to get on the Internet just to find David's address since you've never bothered to give it to me." She grabbed the side of my head in her hands to look me over and bumped my staples painfully. I winced and tried to jerk away with a whimper of pain.
"Oh my God!" she practically shouted as she turned my head to get a better look at my injury. "Are those staples?"
"Yes, Mom," I growled out as I pulled out of her grasp. "And they fucking hurt."
"Natalie," she said in a scolding tone. "Don't you talk to me like that."
"Sorry, Mom," I said sheepishly.
"I can't believe that I had to find out from strangers at your work that you were sick and injured." She looked hurt and I really did feel bad, despite my annoyance or the fact that I'd hide it from her again in a heartbeat.
"I'm fine now, Mom," I said reasonably, trying to calm her down. "I didn't want to worry you over nothing."
"Nothing?!" Mom asked in a loud incredulous voice. "You're pregnant, you pass out and crack your head open, and then call it nothing?" Her eyes started to well up with tears. "Why wouldn't you tell your own mother? I love you, and I have a right to know when you're hurt or sick. Especially now that you're pregnant." She started sobbing and all I felt was annoyed.
"You want to know why I didn't tell you?" I said in irritation, the words spilling unbidden out of me. "This." I pointed at her. "I didn't want to deal with this. Can't you just act like a normal mother for once?"
She gasped as the pain in her eyes deepened, and she began sobbing even harder. I heard a noise behind me and glanced back to see David in the doorway to the dining room, with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open in shock. Sudden guilt fell on me like a boulder, and tears burst out of me in a rush. Not only was my mother crying hysterically now, so was I.
I half expected David to flee the room, and I wouldn't have even been angry if he did. What man wanted to deal with two overwrought women who were crying in the same room?
"Is everything alright in here?" David asked as he approached us with a terrified yet determined look on his face, like was going in to defuse a bomb.
"No!" Mom and I both blurted out hysterically.
The next thing I knew David had an arm around my mother and me, and was ushering us over to the couch. He coaxed each of us to sit down on either side of him.
"Victoria," David said in a calm soothing tone. "I know you've been worried, but your daughter is fine. I swear. She just got a little dehydrated and passed out because she hadn't been keeping enough food down. They gave her medication for the morning sickness and some fluids. She's been eating, and she's perfectly healthy right now. Her head wound was minor, and the stapl
es will come out in a week. I've been taking care of her and your grandchild, so don't worry. They're both in good hands. I promise."
Mom nodded and sniffled, but didn't say anything or look at me.
"Natalie, you've been understandably emotional lately. You've had a lot on your plate with this unexpected pregnancy and not feeling well these last few weeks. Right?" he asked as he took my hand gently in his.
I nodded stiffly as I kept sobbing quietly.
"That being said, I think we should take what Natalie said with a grain of salt, Victoria. I'm sure you remember what it was like to be pregnant and trapped on an out of control roller-coaster of raging hormones."
Mom actually snorted out a small laugh at that. "I do," she murmured thickly through her tears.
"From now on, Natalie and I will make sure you know how she's doing and keep you informed if anything happens with the pregnancy or Natalie's health that you need to know about. Right, Natalie?"
"We will Mom," I said sincerely. "I promise." I didn't miss David's subtle manipulation of words. We were only promising to tell her what we thought she needed to know. If it was something that she couldn't handle, we could still keep it to ourselves. It made me feel guilty, but I knew my mom well. If I could keep her from worrying herself sick about things that she didn't need to know or had no control over, I would.
"Now, I was just about to cook some breakfast for Natalie," David continued warmly. "Would you like to join us, Victoria?"
"I'd like that, David," Mom said as she managed to give him a small smile. She was still crying, but she had stopped sobbing.
"Good," he said with a nod. "I'm going to go start on the food and leave you two to talk. If you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen." He leaned toward me, and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead and squeezed my hand. Then he rose and left the room without another word.
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