9. Heaven Sent #2
“That was a great shower,” Mark said, “You’re beautiful. And your tummy… It’s growing so much.”
“Oh Mark… stop.”
“I’m serious. I love it. I love imagining my child growing inside you.”
Mark rested his hand on my belly and then he began to kiss me again. I looked down and saw that he was fully hard again. Mark’s ten inches were ready for more and so was my wetness. My pussy was slick again and eager to feel Mark pumping between my squishy pussy lips.
Mark pulled me onto all fours and spread my legs. He bent his head between my legs and began to lick at my wetness slowly.
“I want to taste your delicious pussy baby and you’re so wet.”
“Ohh,” I moaned, unable to respond to him.
Pleasure exploded in my core and Mark gripped my legs and began to lap at my wetness more furiously. His tongue dipped between my pussy lips. I arched my back and moaned again. Mark continued to flick his tongue over my pussy lips and he rolled his tongue around my clit.
Jolts of pleasure surged from my pussy throughout my entire body. Ben pulled his tongue away from my wetness and then pressed his cock against my entrance. I arched my back as I prepared for him to enter me again.
“Mmm, take your time babe,” I whimpered.
Mark listened to my instructions and started to push his dick inside of me.
His dick felt like a tight squeeze. His thick hard cock began to push past my tight entrance and waves of pleasure surged through my body as he started to push inside me.
Mark’s thickness stretched me open and I felt euphoric.
“Yesss,” I whimpered.
Mark grabbed onto my hips and pushed all ten inches inside me. I gasped as I felt his hardness buried deep inside me. From this angle, Mark could penetrate me even deeper than before. I felt a deep, intense pleasure unlike anything I’d felt with Mark before.
My pregnancy hormones only added to my pleasure. I gripped the sheets on the bed and braced myself as Mark began to thrust inside of me. With Mark’s first thrust, his largeness plunged deep. I cried out in pleasure as the novel sensations overwhelmed my senses.
I began to thrust my hips back as Mark started to thrust inside me furiously. With each stroke, I felt his cock getting stiffer. Mark’s cock seemed to be expanding inside me and the explosions of pleasure emanated from my core throughout my body.
“Ohhh,” I moaned.
I knew I’d be climaxing again and again with Mark.
He gripped my hips and plunged even more deeply.
He continued to ram into me until we were covered in sweat.
My pussy had exploded fluid so much that my thighs and Mark’s cock were both sticky with my wetness.
Mark’s ardent thrusting drove me insane.
I couldn’t hold back any longer and I felt a massive climax washing over me.
“YES! YES!” I screamed.
As I screamed, Mark grunted ferociously like an animal.
He was getting close and I could feel his cock stiffen inside me as I climaxed again and again.
Mark groaned as he released inside me. I felt his hot sticky fluid squirting deep inside me and I shuddered as Mark came.
He removed his cock from my pussy and we basked in the euphoria of our love making.
Mark and I lay in each other’s arms for a long time.
Our night together had been just like a typical night for the two of us.
Passion exploded from all our fingertips the instant we touched.
Passion poured from our lips and euphoria ignited between the two of us.
Mark and I rested in each other’s arms and he kept his hand planted firmly on my belly.
Our baby. That surprise had bound us both together.
That surprise had pushed us to the realization that despite our hesitation, we had a deep love for each other.
This baby had driven us both out of our tricky situations and into a type of love we knew would be permanent.
When we drifted off to sleep, my dreams were colorful dreams, painted with possibilities of all the futures we could have together.
In the morning, I woke up far earlier than Mark did. He was sleeping next to me, as naked as I’d left him the night before. I slipped out of bed and got dressed. When I went downstairs, I made myself a cup of coffee and picked through Mark’s kitchen to make breakfast.
I still thought of it as “Mark’s kitchen” even if by now it was clear that it was my kitchen too. When I was searching in the cupboard for some flour to make pancakes, I heard a little voice say, “Good morning.”
I nearly jumped out of my skin. I closed the cupboard door to see Poppy’s little sleepy face looking up at me.
“Poppy! You scared me.”
“Sorry,” She mumbled, “I’m hungry.”
“I was going to make pancakes for everyone. Want some OJ?”
Poppy climbed up onto the bar stool in the kitchen and I poured her a big glass of orange juice. She drank it for a while as I started mixing together the ingredients.
“Lola,” She called me.
“Yes?”
“Will I see my mommy soon?”
I looked at Poppy, unable to conceal my sadness and a bit of guilt. Sure, I wanted Rose behind bars and I wanted to feel safe. But I understood that it couldn’t be easy for a little girl to lose her mother.
Still, I had no answer for Poppy. I didn’t think that Mark would spring for a visit out of state.
“I don’t know.”
Poppy sighed, “I don’t miss her much you know. Only sometimes.”
“I know… And Poppy… I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” Poppy said, “Mommy isn’t well.”
I didn’t know how to respond to her, but I crossed over and gave her a hug. Poppy hugged me back.
“I know I’m going to have a little sister,” Poppy replied, “And I’m excited.”
I kissed little Poppy’s head and went back to mixing pancakes. Domestic life wasn’t perfect and Poppy’s comment was a reminder of just how conventional our love life was. Still, our little mixed of family was going to be very happy, I could feel it.
Within the hour, Preston and his father were downstairs and we were sitting around the table enjoying the banana pancakes I’d whipped up.
The most important thing wasn’t biology in our home — it was love.
Love had brought us together. Love for my baby and love for each other had sealed together our broken hearts and given us the strength to create a happy home.
I knew Poppy missed her mother. And I knew our past might get in the way at any time in the future. But for now, we had love. And I had faith that love would stitch us together again if we were ever to fall apart.