by Kayt Miller
He likes the same pizza toppings as I do and the same Thai dishes. At least, I assume he does. It could be Mick just trying to be nice. He doesn’t even say anything when I eat the same number of pizza slices as he does. Actually, he doesn’t seem to notice. I haven’t dated a lot of guys, but the ones I did date took a keen interest in my food choices and portion sizes. I hope this is the real Mick not just Mick trying to win favor.
My growing baby bump doesn’t seem to faze him. If anything, it turns him on. He rests his hand on my abdomen, rubbing it absently when we cuddle up on the couch. I love it. It lulls me into a sleepy state as we sit on my couch most nights watching television. Since my company has paid for my high-speed Internet, I’ve added more cable channels and a movie channel. We started watching Games of Thrones together, and now we’re hooked.
The best part of that is when the characters on the show get a little, well, passionate, so does Mick. As soon as they start at it, his hand moves from my belly to my breasts. His next step begins with kisses on my neck, face, and then my lips. We’ve been making out like teenagers almost every night. It’s getting harder and harder to keep my hands to myself. Nobody told me that getting pregnant meant that you’re horny twenty-six hours a day.
Ladies, it’s true. I want to hump the man every chance I get, but I’m afraid of hurting him, so I’ve turned him down every time our little necking sessions have turned into more. I’ve used my hands and mouth on him, and he’s done the same for me. I don’t think he should be straining himself like that yet even though he’s told me repeatedly that he’s okay. Frustrated but fine. I know how he feels. He swears his doctor, and physical therapist said it was okay to have sex. I’m just not so sure.
Tonight is one of our nights to cuddle in front of the T.V. We decide on pizza from Giordano’s. In my opinion, they make the best Chicago style pizza. There are a bunch of great restaurants, but this one is my favorite. “Do you like your pizza, Mick?”
“Yeah, it’s good.”
Okay, something is bothering him. “Is everything alright? I can tell something is wrong.”
He drops his pizza onto his plate and sets it on my little coffee table. Turning to look at me he looks cross. “Roni. I’m fucking dying.”
“What?” I screech.
“Not dying, dying,” he says running hands through what’s left of his hair. He’s saved it all down to a soft buzz cut. He’s still hot as sin. “I need you, baby. I need to be inside of you. I’m ready. The doc said it’s fine. We can take it easy. We’ll be safe. I’ve even thought about the best position for us, so you don’t have to be concerned.”
He’s figured out the position for us? Oh, jeez. That’s humiliating. Is it because I’m getting bigger and he’s afraid I’ll hurt him? I know my expression is telling because Mick says, “This is not about you. I was just trying to make it, so you won’t worry about me hurting my leg. Damn, woman. I’m seriously going to die if you don’t fuck me.”
I set my plate on the table and turn to him. “I feel the same way, Mick. I’m dying for you too.” I slide my oversized t-shirt over my head. I’m wearing a white cotton bra that I bought at the maternity store. My breasts have grown so much in the last month I had to bite the bullet and get new bras.
“Holy hell, Roni! It’s not possible, but I think your tits are even more spectacular.” He slides his fingers over my rounded stomach then up to cup my breasts. His right-hand moves to the center and unsnaps the front closure of the mammoth maternity bra.
My breasts pop out like escaped convicts. “Jesus, woman,” he groans. His head moves down to suckle on my right breast. It’s so sensitive I nearly come from just that. I make a noise that I’ve never made before. It’s a cross between a moan and a squeal.
He takes my noises as encouragement. He reaches down and lifts his own shirt off. He still looks perfect. I don’t know how a guy could eat junk food for three months and still look that yummy.
It’s my turn to taste. I lean down and lick each of his nipples as I run my fingers down his tight abs. My right-hand moves down to cup him through his sweatpants. Hard as steel––my man is very turned on.
He grabs my hand away and lifts it over my head. He goes back to work on my nipples, and I squirm and wiggle all around. “Mick. Let’s go into my bedroom.”
“No, I want you right here.”
I’m not sure what he has in mind. While I no longer have my little loveseat, the sofa I found on clearance isn’t very deep. If he expects us to lay down on that thing together, he’s crazy. There’s no way.
Mick stands up and slides off his sweatpants and boxer briefs. His long thick erection juts out, so I’m eye level with his gorgeous cock. Yeah, cocks aren’t the prettiest things, but Mick’s is stellar. He sits back down on the couch, “Take off your clothes, baby.”
He’s so bossy. I’m not sure what he’s got planned, but I’m nervous. I stand up and slide off my leggings. It’s the first time I’ve been completely naked with him since we found out about the baby. We’ve had parts of our clothes off but not everything.
“Jesus, Roni. You’re incredible. You look beautiful all round with our baby.”
I smile down at him and wait; not sure what he wants me to do. He pats his lap, “Straddle me.”
“No.”
“Straddle me, Roni.”
“No, Mick. I’m too… I’ll hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me. Trust me.”
I remember what Jen said about Mick liking his women on top. We tried it, and it didn’t work. He got frustrated and nearly lost his sexual mojo. “We tried this once, and it didn’t work. I’m too big.”
He blinks up at me. “What are you talking about?”
“The night after the Halloween party. I wanted to try being on top because… well, anyway, it didn’t work.”
“Because why?”
“Huh?” I decide to play dumb.
“Because why, Roni?”
I take a deep, deep breath. “I overheard Jen talking on the phone. I think she was talking to Lauren. She said that you liked to have your women on top and that I was too, um, big and you’d just have to do me from behind so you wouldn’t have to look at me.”
He blinks up at me, staring into my eyes. He says nothing for a long, long time.
“Mick?” I whimper.
“First of all, Veronica,” he says saying my full name. I’ve noticed that he only says my full name when he's extra bossy or irritated. “Never believe a word that comes out of Jen’s mouth. The truth is, I really hated it when Lauren was on top because that’s the only way she ever wanted to do it. She liked to be in control, and I’m not into my woman being in charge in bed. In life, we’re equals. In bed, I’m the boss.”
Why did that make me wetter?
“As for that night and us trying that for the first time? I was tired. I wanted you badly, but I just wanted to sink into you and get lost in you. I could tell you were having a hard time navigating, and I was attempting to move us along to the fucking part of the night,” he chuckles. “I’m sorry I was a dick, babe. You make me so crazy, and I need you every time I’m with you. I need you now. So, do as I say and straddle me.”
I can’t believe it, but he’s still hard as a rock. He must really need a release. I sigh and walk toward him. He reaches forward and places his big hands on my waist. Pulling me toward the sofa, I set one knee on the outside of his right leg and the other over his left until I’m open to him. “Slide closer to me.”
I scoot up until my breasts are pressed up against his chest and his face. We’re nearly eye-to-eye now. He touches me all over my body. His hands slide up both arms to my neck then into my hair. They slide down to my breasts as he runs his fingers over my sensitive nipples.
The sensation hits me, and I feel his cock press into my inner thigh. One hand moves to my belly. His fingers spread out to hold it like a basketball. I like it. It feels like ownership. His right-hand moves further down to brush my clit. I’m dri
pping wet. I can feel my wetness between my legs as I move over him.
“Lift up just a bit.”
I place one hand on the back of the couch and the other on his broad shoulder. I sit up on my knees and watch as he uses his hand to move his cock to my entrance. “Sit back down. Slowly.”
I lower myself, and I feel him enter me. “Oh, God, Mick.” I moan. I’m anxious to get the rest of him, so I sit down fast.
With a harrumph, we’re completely entwined. “Jesus, Roni. I’ve never felt anyone bare before. It’s amazing. I never want to wear a rubber with you again. You hear me?”
“Yeah, I hear you.”
“Jesus, I’ve missed your pussy so much. I want to do it like this ten times tonight and twenty times tomorrow to make up for lost time.”
I giggle and lift up again using my upper thighs and arms, and I’m down again. I literally squeal at the feeling. “Mick. God. You feel so fricking good. Help me. I want to go faster.”
He places his hands under my ass helping me rise up. Then he uses my waist to push me back down. Adding to that, he thrusts upward as I move down. We’ve started to pick up the pace until I’m literally bouncing up and down.
“Don’t stop. Fuck Roni. Your tits are mesmerizing.” He says as he presses his face between the girls. “Don't stop, ride me. Fuck. I’m gonna come.”
I feel him lose it inside of me and it takes me over the edge. It’s the longest most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had. I don’t want it to stop. I pump up and down on him until he starts to laugh, “Stop, babe. I need to rest.”
“Wow, Mick. That was incredible. I loved doing it like that. I want to do it like that again, okay?”
“Me too. I just need a few minutes to recoup then we can.”
“Awesome.” I stand up, and I watch as his come runs down the inside of my thigh.
Mick watches it flow down my leg, “That’s the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen. If you weren’t already pregnant, I make sure you were tonight, Roni.” He says giving me a heated look.
I feel my legs get wobbly again with just a look. I smile coyly and move into the bathroom to clean up. “Best sex ever,” I whisper to myself.
Chapter 57: Mick
I watch as Roni exits the bathroom and strides toward me. She’s completely naked and sexy as hell. I love her confidence and her body. It’s growing more round every day, and I can honestly say that there’s nothing more beautiful than a woman carrying your child. Nothing.
“We need to talk, Veronica.”
“You know? I’ve noticed that you call me Veronica when you're extra bossy or serious,” she laughs.
“Well, it’s because we need to have a serious talk.”
“Uh, oh.”
“Sit down, baby. I need to say a few things.”
“Uh, oh.”
“Knock it off,” I say laughing. I watch as she dresses in her leggings and an oversized shirt. I’ve got my sweatpants on again but left my shirt off. I’m hoping for round two soon. I pat the couch next to me. “I think it’s time for us to talk about our living situation.”
“Our living situation?”
I ignore her need to repeat what I’m saying. “I think we should live together.” There. I’ve said it.
“Oh, Mick…”
“Don’t turn me down, Veronica.” Yeah, I do say her full name when I'm extra serious. “You’re three months along. You told me you needed time and space and I’ve giving you that.”
She looks at me like I’m full of crap. So, yeah, I’ve come over almost every night since I became be more mobile. She’s got her days to herself, at least. “I know. I’m here a lot, but it’s not the same as living together.”
She nods as I continue, “I love you, Roni and you love me. We both love this little baby, so it’s time to think ahead a little bit. I want us to be a family when she arrives.”
“She?”
“Well, he or she. It’ll take us time to find a place that we can afford together and still be large enough for our future family.”
“Future family?”
“Yeah, I want a bunch of kids. Don’t you?”
“Not long ago, you told me you’d never have a child, a family, or a serious relationship. I find it hard to believe that this leopard,” she says pointing to me, “…has changed his spots that much.”
She still doesn’t trust me.
“Roni, things changed. My attitude about all of that changed the minute I realized you were my person.”
“Your per…person?” Roni says as a tear gathers up in the corner of her eye.
Roni’s been extra emotional lately. She cries at commercials for dog food one minute and then she’s completely dry-eyed the next. I can’t keep up. Mom told me to expect the unexpected with a pregnant partner, and I guess she’s right.
I add fuel to her emotional fire by adding, “We all have one person we’re supposed to be with, and you’re mine.”
She’s looking at me like that’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to her. By the looks of the tears flowing down her cheeks I know she’s touched. “You… you're my person too, Mick. I felt that way that first night at the bar. I thought it was just lust, though,” she says earnestly.
I chuckle at her comment. “Look, babe. It’s not like I’m proposing.” I know she’s not ready for that, but the look of hurt on her face makes my chest constrict. I attempt to rebound, “unless you want to get married. I’m ready when you are.”
“No. I’m not ready for that,” she sighs. “I guess we could talk about it.”
“Well, I may have asked around about possible places already.”
“Uh, huh. Of course, you have,” she grumbles skeptically.
“Yes. And there’s a place in Edgewater.” Edgewater is where Hank, Sophie, and Katie live. “My dad and brother bought an old Victorian there, and they’re fixed it up with the intention of flipping it. They either want to sell it or rent it out.”
Roni looks thoughtful, “Edgewater is getting better. I’ve driven through there a few times. Being close to Sophie and Katie would be nice. Oh, and Hank too. What’s it like? And don’t tell me you haven’t seen it because I know you.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen it. I stopped by last week. They’re just about done with the place. It’s perfect.” I pull out my phone to show her some pictures. “I’ve got before and after photos in there. Keith sent them to me.”
The before pictures show the exterior of a run-down old Victorian in drab white. The front porch is in such bad shape it looks like it could crumble to the ground. The inside was slightly better when they started. The original woodwork was intact. There are built-in cupboards on either side of a fireplace. There are also built-in cabinets in the formal dining room. The original kitchen was a mishmash of old and new cabinets and appliances from the 1970’s.
I swipe through the pictures and show her the kitchen now.
“Wow, it’s really nice. I love the cabinets in the kitchen. It looks like they tried to make it look appropriate to the period and style of the house.”
“They did, but it’s all updated. New everything. They added a three-quarter bath on the main level and renovated the one upstairs, so it’s got a big bathtub and a shower now. They used tiles from that time period and fixtures as well. It’s nice. There are three bedrooms up…”
“Oh, that’s good––one for us, one for the baby and we could use the third one for an office. If there’s room, we should have a bed in there for guests. We’ll have people visiting once the baby is born.”
Am I dreaming? She’s actually considering it?
“But, it’s got to be really expensive. That’s an up-and-coming area, so I know prices are rising.”
“Well, the thing is, dad and Keith bought it at auction way under market value. Dad said they’d sell it to me for the price plus their cost to renovate.”
“Sell you? Just you? I don’t like the idea that it would be just your house. I wouldn’t feel like I had a vested
interest. You could just kick me out.”
“Jesus, Roni. What kind of man do you think I am?”
“That’s just it, Mick. I don’t know.”
I’m silent as I limp into her tiny galley kitchen. I’m now wearing a boot-type cast on my lower leg so getting around is much easier. I should just stay silent because what I’d like to say will piss her off. I practice some deep breathing before I say a word. I walk back out to her living room, place my hands on my hips and speak my mind.
“What kind of man am I, Veronica?” yeah, I did it again––said her full name. “I’m the kind of man who protects the people he loves. I’m the kind of man that would die to protect you and our little one. I’m the kind of person who is loyal to a fault. I’d never cheat on you because it’s not in my D.N.A. to do anything that deceitful.”
I step closer to her so she can see my eyes. “I’m the kind of man who loves you with my whole heart, baby. I spend my days working, sure, but I think about you constantly. And not because I knocked you up. I thought of you constantly when it was just you and I. I’d try to think of shit to text you just so I could talk to you. You’re the most beautiful, most sexy woman I’ve ever known and I want to be with you. I’ve told you before when I picture my future; you’re standing next to me. That’s the kind of man I am, Roni.”
She’s crying again. See, emotional. “Mick,” she sobs. “That… that was so sweet.”
“I wasn’t trying to be sweet, angel. I’m glad you think so, though. I wanted to tell you to pull your head out of your gorgeous ass and embrace this thing between us. It’s good. It’s the best I’ve ever had, Roni. You’re the best I’ve had; and I’m not just talking about sex––although sexually, you’re the best I’ve ever had too.”
“I am?” she asks shocked. “But…”
“But nothing,” I walk to her, sit down next to her, and pull her onto my lap. I speak in a whisper close to her ear, “You’ve got the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had. So, tight and warm. You hug my cock like I was made just for you.”