9. Heaven Sent
Heaven Sent
Lola Hopkins
Iwas going to be Mrs. Jagger in a few short months.
Mark and I set our plans into motion. With my tummy growing bigger and bigger each day from the baby, we decided that I should move out of my place and move in with Mark.
I didn’t want to give up my place at first, but thinking about how welcome I felt with Mark and thinking about where our relationship was going, I knew it was the correct move.
When I decided to move, I had to tell my sisters everything that was going on.
I confessed what had happened to me the night I’d called then and then I confessed that I was going to be having a baby.
Their reactions surprised me. KC — my butch sister that had beat up all my playground bullies and my playground crushes — actually cried.
Anna-Mae told me she was proud of me and immediately made plans to shower down hand-me-down baby clothes and baby supplies.
Rather than judgment, love poured out from my family members. And lots and lots of gifts.
Even Anna-Mae put aside her worries about Mark. When she saw the size of the rock on my finger, that certainly motivated her to see how serious he was.
Moving out while pregnant wasn’t easy, but within two months, I’d finally done it and we all lived together. Poppy and Preston had adjusted to my presence in their home and Mark seemed happier and happier until Rose’s trial began to draw near.
The negative symptoms of my pregnancy nearly kept me from testifying but I knew that I had to.
The only way we could ever be free of Rose was if there was a big hard wall between all of us.
I don’t think Poppy and Preston missed their mother much.
It was strange for me to see, but children are often far more perceptive than we give them credit for.
On some level, they knew that their mother was off her rocker.
The dispute was settled quickly. Rose pled guilty and got five years in a minimum security prison out of state. It was the best outcome that I could have hoped for from the situation and the best outcome that Mark could have hoped for either.
As my tummy was getting larger, and as I gained more weight, I slowed down on wedding planning and took time off of work.
Preparing for my baby took priority over everything.
Mark made enough money for us to both live comfortable.
He was the kind of man that ensured I would never have to worry about a damned thing.
I drove Poppy and Preston to school each day and now that Mark was the sole breadwinner, I was the new step-mom driving them to soccer practice.
Mark had warned me that the soccer moms were gossips but I had nothing to hide.
Their curious inquiries didn’t trouble me and there were even a few I thought I could consider friends down the road.
Life was good. Very good. And I never once thought about Darius or the hurt that I’d experienced. Not often anyways. And when I did think upon those darker times, it was easy for me to redirect my focus into the present moment. I was engaged, pregnant and very very happy with Mark Jagger.
One evening, Mark worked late at the clinic finishing up paperwork. When he came home to dinner, I could see the stress wearing down on his face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked after watching him brood for thirty or so minutes.
Mark pushed his plate away from him and sighed, “We have a problem Lola.”
“A problem?”
Mark nodded, “Yes. A big one.”
I could feel my heart racing as my mind tried to sort through what myriad of things could have possibly gone wrong.
“Just tell me what’s going on.”
Mark reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope.
“Look in here.”
I tentatively took the envelope into my hand and opened it. I pulled out a printed piece of paper.
“This is… a flight confirmation.”
“Look more closely.”
“Two tickets to… Mauritius?!”
Mark grinned, “Surprise!”
“You bastard!” I replied, smacking him with the envelope.
“Mauritius for the honeymoon.”
“Mark! I can’t believe this!”
“I really had you fooled for a second there, didn’t I?”
“Hush!” I replied, “I can’t believe you really did this. Mauritius! It sounds so… exotic.”
Mark nodded, “It is. There will be quiet beaches… Fancy resorts… Massages… You name it.”
“What about the kids?”
Mark was ahead of me.
“I’ve already talked to your sister and she’s agreed to take them for the full week.”
“And the baby?”
“I know it will be hard but by the time we’re married she’ll be five months old. I’m sure Anna-Mae can handle it.”
“You booked this way far in advance…”
Mark grinned, “I had to. The villa we’re staying in is booked a year out. I had to pull some strings with one of my buddies in real estate to make sure we got the perfect one.”
I hugged Mark tightly and kissed his forehead.
“Thank you baby.”
Mark grunted, “I knew you’d appreciate it.”
“This is all happening so quickly but… it feels like I’m living in a fairy tale.”
“Maybe we are,” Mark replied.
He reached over and squeezed my hand.
“This is going to be one hell of a ride darling,” He muttered.
I was growing tired of standing up, so I took a seat next to Mark. He reached his hand across and placed it on my tummy. By now, he could feel movement.
“She’ll be here soon, won’t she?” Mark asked.
“Yes, she will be.”
Mark leaned over and kissed me. Mm. I relished Mark’s kisses and hoped they’d lead to something more.
The hormonal cocktail brewing inside me had created a massive amount of desire.
I craved his touch, I craved his cock, I craved hours of pleasure all day long.
With Mark away at work, my desperation for him overwhelmed all my senses.
His slightest touch could drive me insane.
“You seem… horny,” He whispered.
His warm breath against my neck sent jolts of hunger down to my pussy.
“I am. Very. Very. Horny.”
Mark chuckled, “Fine then. Why don’t I take you upstairs and relieve some of that stress.”
I cleared Mark’s plate and then we bounded upstairs together with the passion and fervor of two inexperienced teens exploring each other’s bodies for the first time. Once we were upstairs, Mark led me into the master bathroom.
“Why don’t we clean up first. I’ve had a long, long day.”
I turned on the tap and watched as the water started to steam.
We both loved a steaming hot shower at the end of the day.
We stripped down to nothing, our bodies shivering in the cool bathroom air.
I stepped underneath the water first and Mark followed.
He pulled my body close to his and scooped warm handfuls of water all over my flesh.
I threw my head back and let the rivulets of water run through my hair and down my back.
I switched places with Mark, allowing the water to run down his chiseled body. Despite the added stress to his life, Mark still managed to go to the gym five days a week and his body was perfectly cut. I reached out and touched his abs, letting my hand wander down to his thick cock.
Mark’s flaccid cock hung there like a strong, powerful temptation. My hand began to play with his dick, feeling the thick veins nearly bursting from the shaft and enjoying the sensation of his ropey dick in my palm. I started stroking his dick mindlessly, pumping Mark up to a strong erection.
Watching me naked in the shower, soaking wet and feeling my hand raising his dick to tumescence was starting to drive him wild. Mark turned me around and I braced myself against the walls of the shower, sticking my ass out to allow him to enter me.
Before entering me, Mark rubbed my buttocks and squeezed my soft flesh between his palms. I squealed as he squeezed again and landed a loud smack on my ass.
Mark spread my ass cheeks apart and then began to slide his cock into my wetness.
I braced myself against the wall as I felt his thick member starting to invade my wetness.
“Ohhhh!” I cried out.
Mark began to take it slow as he plunged his hardness inside me.
“Ohhh yes,” I cried out again.
Mark began to stroke into my pussy nice and slow.
As hot water ran down both of our backs, he took his time to slide into me, paying careful attention to my pleasure with each stroke.
He took his pale hand and moved it to the front of my wetness as he continued to slide his dick in and out of me at a steady rate.
“Yes! Yes!” I cried out.
Mark began to plunge into me at a much faster rate, using his finger to rub my clit to further arousal. I began to arch my back and push my hips back to meet him as he started to ram into me furiously. My heightened hormonal state meant that each loving thrust.
I could feel myself edging closer and closer to a strong climax. Mark continued to thrust into me at an incredible rate. I exploded with euphoria. I moaned and bucked my hips as a climax took over every inch of my body. I groaned and Mark squeezed my hips as he continued to thrust inside me.
“Yes baby! Yes baby harder!” I whimpered.
The warm water running down my back and then the tight heat in my core drove me crazy. Mark began to thrust harder and I clenched my pussy tightly around his cock. The thick veins wrapping around his shaft created a ribbed sensation inside me and I couldn’t help but explode again.
Mark began to rub my clit more furiously, creating even more pleasure. I pressed against the wall of the shower and allowed another forceful orgasm to take over me. Mark pulled his dick out of me as I continued to press my body against the wall of the shower.
“Let’s get clean, then I want you in bed.”
I turned around with flushed cheeks to face Mark. He got a wash rag nice and soapy and began to scrub my body. I allowed Mark to wash my body and the sweet scent of his soap released all kinds of tension in my muscles. We got nice and clean and by the time we rinsed off I was ready for more.
We got out of the shower and then wrapped ourselves in white fluffy bathrobes. Mark led me into bed and we dried off and then lay together naked.