by Mignon Mykel
“I need your cock, Conor. Your thick, freaking cock. I need you in me,” I said sassily, annoyed with him and so freaking turned on, I would surely burst the moment he filled my pussy with his cock.
Conor threw his head back with a short, loud laugh. “Goddamn, Mia.”
“Well…” The shyness was back. I used my words like he asked me to, but maybe not in the exact way he wanted them.
He must have seen my face shut down because he put his lips to mine, kissing me deeply and thrusting two fingers into me. When my mouth opened, he took the opportunity to sweep his tongue into my mouth, kissing me thoroughly.
He continued to kiss me as his fingers thrusted in and out, scissoring inside me and curling against the walls. Faster and faster, he moved his hand until my legs felt like they were going to give out from under me.
I put my hands on his shoulders and pulled my mouth back, squeezing my eyes shut to focus on both the sensation happening between my legs, and on staying upright. Conor slide his free hand from my belly to my lower back, pressing me just enough to give me additional stability. He slipped a third finger inside my tight space and relentlessly moved his hand, faster now, and at an angle that allowed his palm to get my clit in on the action.
My jaw dropped open as the impending orgasm started. I could feel it coming and knew if I just squeezed against his fingers, adding just a little more tightness to the mix, I would fly over that edge.
I needed it, though.
So I did.
“Yeah, baby, take what you need,” was Conor’s response when I clamped down over his fingers. No sooner than the words were out of his mouth, and I was gone.
“Shit,” I said as my body shook and shuddered against him. My chest was heaving and my legs were shaking. If it weren’t for Conor’s arms, I would be a puddle on the ground.
I opened my eyes as the true high finally finished, even with my body shuddering and the aftereffects of my orgasm still sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
“You’re fucking beautiful.” Conor slipped his hand from between my legs, his eyes fixed on the sight. As his eyes raked back up my body, they lingered on my chest. When they stayed there, I looked down as well.
“Oh my God!” I moved my hands to cover myself. I was leaking. Oh my God! Everyone always talked about how they had a baby and they were waiting for their milk to come in; what the fuck was this?
This was so embarrassing.
“Oh my God. I can’t… Oh my…” I tried to step away, but Conor put his hands to my hips yet again, holding me in place.
Then, without a word, he did the one thing I never in my wildest dreams would have imagined, and quite frankly, had I thought of him doing it, I would have been mildly grossed out. He licked me.
“Conor!”
I tried to step back but he just moved to do the same to my other breast, his hands squeezing my hips.
“It’s normal, Mia,” he finally said as he straightened. “And oddly erotic.”
“But… You… No! No, you can’t do that. That’s… weird, Conor.”
He just grinned, his bearded cheeks lifting and this eyes twinkling in the dimming light of the room. “It’s fucking hot.” He turned me to face the bed and walked us right up to the edge before he covered my breasts with his hands, kneading them. “I read about it. Maybe watched a video or two, too.”
I frowned, looking over my shoulder. “You read about it?” I hadn’t even read about it! I pretty much just skimmed the ‘what your baby looks like now’ web pages and just rolled with it all. But Conor was reading about my pregnancy? What universe was this?
“Yep. Read about it.”
“And by watching, you mean…” I thought about it for a moment, then my eyes widened. I couldn’t turn toward him because he was holding me in place but my jaw still dropped. “You watched porn about lactating women? Oh my God, Conor!”
He chuckled lightly. “I was curious about the fetish. Didn’t quite get it. Even watching it, didn’t really get it, but with you?” He nodded. “Totally get it.”
“Do you watch porn regularly?” That could be a problem. Not a big problem, because it wasn’t like I had never watched it, but if he was going to go that route instead of with me, that would be a problem.
“Mia. Babe. I just went a month without sex. Yeah, I watched it pretty regularly.” His grin grew and he lifted a hand to swirl a finger in my face. “And you, miss, can’t say a damn thing about it, because one of those times was on your laptop, and one of the sites was already archived.”
I blushed even though it really wasn’t anything to be super embarrassed about. The man knew I had toys so it shouldn’t be that big of a deal but women and porn was just so… Taboo.
“I’d much rather be fucking you, though, if that’s what you’re worried about. But maybe someday we can watch together.” He added his sexy wink and I decided to let it go.
Because he had a point.
“Enough talk. You had your turn, it’s mine.” To prove his point, he held his body close to mine, his thick, hard cock trapped between our bodies and pushing into my back.
“How do you want me, then?” I was going with bravado tonight. He wanted me to be more vocal, I was going to certainly try.
“What do you think is going to be comfortable? You haven’t been sleeping on your back.” He would notice something like that.
I thought about it, trying to figure out which position would feel the best. When I stepped away from him this time he let me, and I crawled up on to his much-too-big bed, my belly hanging low, and grabbed a pillow to put under my chest. I lowered my upper body and looked back at him. “Good for you?”
His hand was on his cock, squeezing it and pumping from base to head. He licked his lower lip and his grin was wicked and visceral. He moved to kneel on the bed behind me, between my spread knees, and palmed my ass. “Damn, you’re fucking gorgeous.”
Putting his finger at the center and top of my ass, he lowered it slowly. My ass clenched when he ran over the bud there and I bit my lip when he rimmed my pussy opening. I was still soaked from earlier, more than ready for his thick girth.
His finger left me and, glancing over my shoulder again, I saw him take himself in hand, moving even closer. He swept the head of his cock over the path his finger just took and ran his other hand up my back, reaching up to clasp around the back of my neck. He squeezed once gently just before he pushed in fully.
My head dropped to my crossed forearms, my mouth open on the soundless plea his entering me always seemed to provoke. With his arm at my neck and his cock deep inside me, his body blanketed mine gently. He dropped his other hand to rest on knuckles beside me, giving me the feeling of being completely enveloped without his body weight directly on me.
“Goddamn, I missed this,” he grunted as he pulled out slowly. He squeezed my neck once more before moving that hand to mirror his other, allowing him to press kisses up and down my spine as he started to work his hips against mine.
Wantonly, I pushed back against him every time he thrust, needing him deeper and harder than he was already going.
“More, Conor.”
He chuckled against my back before pushing himself up straight, his hands at my hips. If anything, he slowed his thrusts down, letting his pull drag deliciously against my inner walls.
“Oh my God, Conor.” I moved my arms so they were beside me in push-up position, only so I could keep my open mouth gasp muffled against his mattress. He pulled back and cocked his hips, twisted the angle enough to cause small moans of ecstasy to crash through my mouth. I didn’t feel him move a hand from my hip, but soon my hair was being pulled gently, enough to take my mouth from his bed, my head back and neck exposed.
“I want to hear it, Mia. Tell me what this does to you. Tell me what my thick cock in this tight pussy does to you.”
“God, Conor, it’s fucking…” I moaned again, my eyes closed. “Right there, Conor. Right there.” I pushed back onto him, which
earned me a chuckle and slight swat to my ass.
“Tell me, don’t take, Mia baby.”
“Harder, Conor.”
“Like this?” He let go of my hair and gripped my hips with both hands again, slamming hard up into me.
“Oh God, Yes, Conor.” The feel of his thickness inside me, the slick and quick push past my muscles, had me incredibly close to coming again.
He did it one more time, but I needed more. “Faster, Conor. Fuck me like you want me.”
He held himself in me so incredibly deep and didn’t move. “Don’t ever think I don’t want you, Mia baby. Fuck, I want you. I fucking need you.”
Before I could respond though, his hips were pounding into me ruthlessly, giving me everything I needed and more. I muttered his name over and over, mixed in with high moans and senseless words, squeezing my eyes shut against the onslaught of feeling.
I was so close.
So damn close.
Knowing, God he knew me so fucking well, Conor reached around me and held his finger over my clit, our rocking hips causing his finger to move ever so slightly.
But just enough to send me over.
“Oh, fuck, Conor!” Rather than bury my head in the mattress, I threw my head back, my arms and neck straining with my release.
“Yeah, baby. Just like that.” His hips continued to work against me, his thick cock pushing against the resistance my orgasm was causing until finally his loud grunt matched my quiet mews of pleasure.
And then it was over too soon.
Conor pulled out and I moaned at the loss. Rather than him leave to clean himself up though, he lay beside me, pulling me onto my side yet facing away from him. He then pulled me close and wrapped his arm around me, his hand resting on my belly gently and kissed my shoulder.
Here we were in this huge bed, and he wanted to keep me close. I couldn’t stop the onslaught of tears from filling my eyes, even though it was a stupid thing to get teary about.
I closed my eyes, hoping Conor wouldn’t notice, but the damn man seemed to notice everything.
“What’s wrong?” I felt him push up behind me so he could look into my face.
“Nothing, I’m fine,” I said, not really lying. I put my hands under my cheek and tried to settle in for a nap. I winced when the baby chose that moment to kick something vital but I kept my eyes closed.
For a second, I thought Conor was going to drop it but instead he climbed over me. I opened my eyes, which of course caused a tear to spill, and saw him sitting on his knees, looking down at me. The sight was actually quite comical, big burly, bearded, tatted man sitting on his knees while naked, looking down at me.
“Ah, I knew it!” He pointed at my face but then his own face fell. “Why are you crying, Mia?”
“It’s stupid,” I said, while trying to grin. “They’re not sad tears, I promise.”
Conor moved so he was lying down on his side, facing me this time, but kept his upper body propped up on his arm. He brushed a finger down my cheek, tracking a tear.
“What’s wrong, Mia baby?” he asked quietly.
“I was just thinking about how you have this huge bed and you choose to stay wrapped up close to me. See? Stupid. Nothing for you to worry about.”
He ran his thumb over my cheek and grinned crookedly. “Yeah, well, I told you. I like your bed. This fucker’s too big for the two of us.”
“I like your bed though.” It turned out I enjoyed cuddling, but I was sure there would come a day that we would need our space in bed.
“And I like yours. You lose this argument, Mia.” He relaxed his arm and lay down fully beside me, his eyes just taking in my face and features. I nearly wiggled from the uncomfortable perusal, but I refrained.
Finally, after a few quiet moments, Conor spoke up. “We have to talk baby things soon.”
Conor
I may have only had sex with Mia a handful of times, if even—but hey, it was still more than I could say I did with any other individual woman—but I knew without a single doubt that this woman, wrapped in my arms, was who I wanted to be with for the next fifty-plus years.
The sex just got better and better. Each time, Mia vocalized what she needed and wanted a little more, which only turned me the fuck on more.
But tears in her eyes afterward? I was not prepared for that.
Then when she gave the line about the bed, I wanted to laugh out loud. She was crying because I had a huge ass mother fucking bed and I wanted to keep her close instead.
Depending on how many kids we’d have, yeah, maybe we’d get a bigger bed than her queen someday. You know, to accommodate bad dreams and stuffed animals, but I was absolutely content with her smaller mattress.
Which brought up the point, where were we putting the bed?
Her place didn’t even have a fucking separate room to put the baby, and my place, even though it had rooms unlike her studio, wasn’t exactly prime real estate for a baby. Not above a bar, and not with a room the baby could someday call its own.
Then there was the fact we didn’t have a name yet. I was cool with the whole not finding out the sex thing, but the kid needed a name.
“We need to talk baby things soon,” I finally said out loud.
“What do you mean?” she asked. I reached down to maneuver the covers around us and as much as I wanted to have her pressed as close as her back to me allowed, I needed her face and eyes more. I moved so my abs pressed against her belly, grinning when the kid kicked or pushed or whatever it did, and Mia entwined our legs together.
“Names. Where we’re going to live. Those things.”
“Oh.” She nodded a few times as if thinking. “I don’t think living here is that great of an idea, to be honest.”
I agreed, but wanted to hear her reasoning. “Ok. Why?”
She lifted her brows and moved to sit up, pushing against the bed and moving to allow her belly space. I loved watching as her movements changed to make way for her belly.
I moved to my back and pushed back so I could rest against the headboard, watching her. I crossed my arms over my chest and waited for what she had to say, loving the fact that she didn’t bother to pull the sheet with her to cover her tits.
“Well first, it’s over a bar. Not exactly a great environment for a child. As an infant, it wouldn’t be bad, but I don’t think it would be so great with a toddler.” She shrugged. “I have no problem with the baby hanging around downstairs while you’re opening and whatever, but definitely not anywhere near the place when it starts to get busy.”
“I agree.” I didn’t think she was expecting me to agree so easily.
“O-kay…”
Nope. She definitely didn’t think I’d agree so quickly.
“Well, also, there’s not really room for the baby. Like, there’s not a physical room for it.”
Again, I agreed, but just to be a fucker… “I could always frame out another room, take away some square footage from this room and the closet.”
She thought about it, her eyes scanning the room as she pondered that. “Yeah…” She nodded in that thoughtful way of hers. “Yeah, I guess that could work.”
She continued to look around the room before pointing to the door to my room. “You probably had some woman right there against the door.”
I grinned. I hadn’t thought about that, but yeah, she would go there.
“And probably in your bathroom, too. Not to mention the kitchen, the couch. Hell, you probably even got some on the stairs leading up here.”
I chuckled. “I get it. You don’t want to live where I had my…looser ways.”
She frowned. “Is that bad of me? I mean, I know you swear you’re a changed man, and I really do believe you, but for me personally, the reminder is all over.”
I reached for her, pulling her by her neck until she crawled to sit right next to me. “I was thinking about finding an apartment or a house with you. I just wanted to hear what you had to say.”
“You want to mov
e in together?”
I barked out a laugh. “Mia. We practically live together already, just without the change of address form.”
Mia smiled wide. “Ok. Yeah. Maybe tomorrow after my appointment, we can start looking? Do you have to do book work tomorrow?”
I was about to shake my head, because I had been intending to get that done, but remembered I fell asleep before I could. I made a face and nodded, “Yeah, but it can wait until after everything.”
Again, Mia smiled. “Ok. Sounds like a plan then.”
Mia
The next day, everything happened quickly. Conor had woken me up a number of times through the night, to ‘play,’ as he called it, and we finally got out of bed with an hour to spare before my appointment.
The appointment itself went smoothly, with my OB-GYN just asking about birth plan things and asking Conor how he felt about everything. She also wanted to see the baby’s position, saying that in a few weeks’ time, the baby would be in what should be its final position for birth. She had concerns of the baby potentially being breech.
She ordered a quick ultrasound to check, and if Conor and I had been hopeful about not finding out the baby’s sex, well…
Our baby had other ideas.
The moment the wand was placed on my belly, our baby was all about showing what it was.
Conor laughed out loud. “That baby is all boy.”
My doctor smiled. “I know you wanted to wait. I’m sorry, Mia. But yes, like Conor said, your baby is definitely all boy.”
“Look at him. He’s showing off.”
“Like his dad,” I said, when I finally found my voice. My eyes were tearing up and when Conor looked at me, I was afraid he was going to think I was crying because I was disappointed. I held my hand up and shook my head. “I’m fine. Overwhelmed, but really, really happy.”
