by J A Fielding
“How exactly is leaving me for days on end for us?” she asked.
“I told you, I can’t just walk away from my responsibilities. There are things I need to do for the company and I am doing them now so that I don’t have to leave when the baby comes,” he said.
She looked up at him, suddenly feeling guilty that she had been acting like such a brat, like it was always about her.
“Really?” Natasha asked looking at him.
“Yes, really. I do not want to stay away from my family and at the same time, I do not want my business to fail,” he said kneeling down in front of her. “I told you once and I’ll tell you again, whatever I do, I do for us,” he added. A tear rolled down her cheek. “Tell me what is really bothering you, babe. Because I think there is something more,” he said as he brushed away the tear.
“I…I…it’s just that…” her voice trailed off when Mitchell brushed her lips with hers.
“Out with it, my love,” he said in a soothing voice.
“I don’t want to be in the delivery room alone. Anything can happen…”
“Nothing will happen,” he said cutting her short. “You see this baby you’re carrying right here?” he asked placing a hand on her tummy. “This is the healthiest baby in the world and there is nothing, absolutely nothing that could go wrong,” he said looking at her. A fresh flow of tears rolled down her cheeks. He got up and sat next to her and draped an arm around her shoulders.
“I don’t even know why the hell I am acting like this. This is not me,” she said sobbing into his shoulder. He smiled and planted a kiss on her forehead.
“It’s okay. I understand. The therapist said that the hormones would be kicking in soon and maybe they’re just taking a toll on you,” he said with a smile. “Maybe that’s just what is happening right now,” he added as he trailed a finger down her bare arm. She closed her eyes as she felt his other hand slowly rubbing her thigh. She sighed and placed a hand on his. “What? What’s wrong?” he asked,
“I just don’t feel…it right now,” she said, a guilty look on his face. Mitchell sighed and lifted her chin. He gave her a long sensual kiss, making her breathless when he pulled away. She looked at him panting, almost dizzy. It was obvious that she wanted him too.
“The way you are looking at me, the shortness of breath tells me that you want me just as much as I want you,” Mitchell said as he tugged on the cords that held her dress up. She closed her eyes as he began kissing her neck, slowly working his way to her shoulder blade.
“Mitch, the baby…” she started before Mitchell claimed her lips once more, silencing her.
“The baby will be just fine. The doctor told us so,” he said as he pulled away. She smiled at him weakly as he got to his feet. He took her hands and pulled her to her feet before pushing her dress off her shoulders. The long blue dress gathered around her feet like a small ocean. The fabric felt cool around her bare ankles as Mitchell began unclasping her bra.
She gasped when she felt his big hands on her bare breasts. It had been a while since the two of them had been intimate. Finding time between her hormone imbalances and his trips was just hard, plus the fact that Natasha did not feel particularly sexy had really taken a toll on their romantic life. He took her hand, helped her step out of the dress around her ankles and pulled her close to kiss her. She gasped when she felt his lips on hers, his tongue searching hers, showing desire and want, pain and anguish. She gasped again when he held one of her nipples in between his thumb and index finger. He gave her nipple a little squeeze and tightened his grip around her waist. She let out a moan when he gently squeezed one of her breasts.
“Not too hard,” she said as he began kneading her mounds. He smiled, put his hands on her shoulders and slowly pushed her down on the seat behind her. She looked at him as he took one nipple in his mouth and began sucking. His other hand slowly made its way to her inner thigh, stroking and sending flickering sensations as he did so. She moaned loudly when he suddenly began flicking his stiff tongue over her hardened nipples, making her moan loudly.
After what seemed like forever, he released one nipple and trailed his tongue across her chest to take in her other full nipple. She gasped and moaned loudly when he did and held his head tightly. She squirmed on the seat as he worked on her breasts. Her eyes remained shut as Mitchell worked his magic, causing her a mild shock when he slipped his fingers into the sides of her panties. She opened her eyes to find him pulling down her panties. She felt a bit strange, shy even, sitting there naked when he was still fully dressed. She looked at him as he spread her legs wide. It was a bit difficult to get in that position seeing as she was thirty-five weeks along. She threw her head back as she felt him gently flick his tongue on her clit. A moan escaped her lips when she felt his lips engulf her sensitive clit and begin sucking on her. She held onto the edges of the couch as he sucked hard on her, occasionally plunging his tongue into her.
Mitchell was pleased to find that she was already wet, proving that she felt the same burning desire in her pussy as he did in his own trousers. When he released her clitoris, it was pleasantly distended and her breathing was enough to let him know that she was ready for him. He looked into her eyes as he tested her depths with his index finger.
“Mitch, I want you so bad,” she moaned as he fingered her slow and long. He smiled and pulled his finger out. She looked up at him as he stood up and began undressing. She wanted to scream at him at that moment. He was taking his sweet time undressing, obviously enjoying tormenting her. He finally put his hands on her shoulders and motioned for her to lean back. She looked up at him as he brought his face down to kiss her again.
He tried getting on top of her but it proved harder than the last time. After all, the last time he was on top, she was a mere five months pregnant. He smiled down at her and climbed behind her in a spooning position. She gasped when she felt him get inside her in one shove. Mitchell planted little kisses at the back of her neck as he slowly caressed her thigh. She moaned softly when she felt him begin to move in and out of her. She appreciated him starting out slowly, stretching her out, getting her cunt used to his girth. Her moans got louder with each gentle thrust as he fucked her. One of his hands found its way to her tummy as his thrusts got harder and longer. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit down on the couch as she felt him slam against her. It was as if he had totally lost all thought and was just operating under the power of his loins.
Natasha gasped when she felt Mitchell holding one of her legs under the knee allowing him a deeper penetration. She felt herself getting weaker and weaker as she got closer and closer to her orgasm. She hated that she could not turn the tables on him and just fuck him hard. She longed for the day she would once again straddle him or just bend over and let him slam up against her. She suddenly let out a loud scream as she felt her insides pulsating against Mitchell’s cock. Her climax must have triggered his own because he suddenly began thrusting harder into her. He released her leg and squeezed one of her breasts as he poured himself into her.
“Fuck, Tasha!” he said when he finally slowed down. “I wish you knew what you do to me, babe,” he said as his cock slipped out of her pussy. She smiled and snuggled up against him.
“I think I do,” she said as the two drifted off to sleep.
The End... For Now! Part 6 of the series is coming VERY soon, so if you want to be informed on when it's out sign up for updates at www.jafielding.com.
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More Books By J A Fielding
If you haven't read the previous parts to this story yet, you can check it out here:
Part 1: 'Is Mr White Mr Right?' (A 'black woman white man' romance).
Part 2: 'Mr White Proposes' (A 'black woman white man' romance).
Part 3: 'Wedding Planning With Mr White' (A 'black woman white man' romance).
Part 4: 'My Honeymoon With Mr Whit
e' (A 'black woman white man' romance).
Part 5: 'Making Babies With Mr White' (This book you're reading now).
Part 6 of the series is coming VERY soon, if you want to be informed on when it's out sign up for updates at www.jafielding.com.
The other BWWM story by myself is Why Do I Like White Men?, so you may want to check that out as well. :)
Other books in different niches I have written include:
1. Coffee And Vampires (A vampire romance)
2. Vampiric (A vampire romance)
3. Terror Luca (A action adventure starting female agent Laura Liverpool. Join her as she hunts terrorist Luca).
If you want me to write more stories of a similar nature, please leave a positive review of this book. If I get enough I'll write more. Thanks.
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About J A Fielding
Hey my lovelies, J A Fielding here! You want to know more about my writing? Ok, here goes :
I've written a number of stories on different subjects, and am always coming out with new and exciting tales to help you escape the bores of the 'real world'. Whether you're into vampire romance novels, action and thrillers, or different looks at the world we live in, you'll find them all in my books.
I'm always open to writing on new subjects, so if you want to suggest any story ideas for me, leave a positive review on one of my current books and mention your story idea. If it's something I feel I'll enjoy writing, I may give it a go. I will of course leave you a credit in the book for inspiring the book idea ;)
I hope this is only the first of many chats we'll have, and I look forward to strengthening this relationship through my books and your reviews. Speak soon. :)
J A Fielding.
Important: The follow up to Wedding Planning With Mr White is coming VERY soon. If you want to be informed on when it's out, sign up for updates at www.jafielding.com.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
About the Author
