“Here baby,” she whispered and opened the bottle of water for him. He took a long drink without even opening his eyes, and handed her back the bottle expecting her to be there waiting to receive it.
In an hour, he would be going back to his family and this excursion to the projects will be the furthest thing from his mind. The beauty of being in J’s company was that it allowed him not to think, allowed his predatory instincts to take over. In his mind, it was purely sex. J had done the unthinkable by falling for a man she could never have; he didn’t want her in that way. How could she love a man so deeply that she would do anything for him? J was certain that beyond the sex Mitchell didn’t care for her in the slightest. A few times, she had threatened to stop seeing him, but he remained unfazed. Mitchell told her that he would understand if she couldn’t see him anymore. Afraid of losing him, J always quickly relented. She was hooked, and the only way that this sick dependency would end is if he ended it. She crawled into bed next to his naked body and limp penis, and lifted his arms to put around her. Maybe in time, when he realized that she was a good woman and that she truly loved him, Mitchell would come to his senses and appreciate her. Hope was all J had left as she fell asleep in his arms dreaming dreams that would never come true.
9-17-06…1:14am
The Sexy Marriage
"You look beautiful this morning, Ms. Robinson," Malik said to his wife of five years as he stepped out of the shower leaving a trail of water dripping behind him and quickly disappearing into the green bathroom rug. His manhood was already rising as he eyed her large honey colored nipples and slid his tongue over his lips in anticipation of sucking on both of them like a hungry baby in need of its daily feeding.
Dominique hated when Malik stepped out of the shower without toweling off, but that was one of the small things she learned to let go of during their marriage. In a marriage, you pick and choose your battles and the ones worth battling—win them. Don’t sweat the small stuff because they only cause a distraction. Besides, no woman in her right mind would complain about seeing a specimen like her husband stepping out of the shower looking like a wet, black god coming to claim his queen with a dick so thick that her mouth ached for days after sucking it. It was the kind of sweet aching that she enjoyed feeling and Dominique loved giving her husband pleasure just as much as he enjoyed pleasuring his wife.
Dominique inspected her husband's wet, naked body as he approached her with his dick swinging between his legs as if he were Tarzan and a cheesy grin plastered on his dark cleanly shaven face. That look was his mating call alerting her that he was hungry, and his “lion” needed to be fed the plump lips between her now thickened thighs.
She didn't feel beautiful anymore. She felt fat and insecure about her weight gain. She knew it was ridiculous, but the rapid increase in weight around her ass, legs, feet, face and belly had come as a shock to her.
“Baby, you're not fat”, Malik always insisted as he would kiss her cheeks and lips, rub her round belly and her massage her swollen feet. “You're eight months pregnant with our first child. How would you look being skinny and eight months pregnant?” He always knew what to say to make her laugh.
The image staring back at her in the bathroom mirror was that of a fat woman. Gone was her thick shapely size ten curves, replaced by a belly the size of four basketballs, her breasts were now a 40DD and her nostrils looked like an open highway for trucks to roll on through. Malik either was a bold face liar, blind or just loved her regardless of what she looked like. Whatever it was, she was thankful that his desire for her had not waned during the pregnancy. In fact, it seemed that he wanted her more than ever. If it were possible to get pregnant while you were pregnant, he would have impregnated her with an entire village by now. “There just seems to be an extra fire that’s been lit in your pussy since we’ve become pregnant,” he would say. He always said we when referring to her pregnancy.
Steam rose from the shower as Malik ran his wife’s bath for her. He made sure that it was exactly the right temperature because he didn’t want it to be so hot that she couldn’t soak comfortably. During the last eight months, he tried to anticipate every conceivable thing that could go wrong and fix it before it happened. His job as her husband was to make sure that he gave her what she needed to be happy and comfortable. The bathroom had an aroma of Rainwater, which was Dominique’s favorite bubble bath scent. Later, when she slipped into her bath, Malik would turn off the lights and light a few of her mango scented candles. It always relaxed her and she would often fall asleep and awaken to Malik gently stroking her cheeks and kissing her forehead. Sometimes she would pretend to still be sleeping just so he would continue kissing her like that.
The sight of Malik’s throbbing manhood briefly angered Dominique because it was his dick's fault that she looked like a fat cow. It had fed her all of its cum until she was now literally bursting out of her panties. Despite her feelings about her weight gain, Dominique was excited about becoming a mother for the first time, and Malik would make a great father. All the kids in her family loved coming over because Uncle Malik was so much fun and so cool. Even after ten years of being together, he still managed to take her breath away. He was the kind of man where even on his worst day, his kindness and compassion could outshine everybody else’s.
“I was raised by good women,” he always said. He was a man’s man with the sensitivity of a woman.
It didn’t hurt that he was very easy on the eyes and blessed with a dick and stamina that would put any man to shame. He stood six feet tall, a dark skinned complexion that enticed you to touch him to feel its smoothness. He had dreadlocks that were shoulder length and immaculately maintained and teeth that shone when he smiled; a smile that could make even a blind woman wet with desire. Sometimes she thought that he was too good to be true, but over the last ten years he had proven himself a man of his word possessing a character of men from a different generation. He was the kind of man that women prayed for but never got. Dominique knew how lucky she was to have Malik as a husband—especially after everything she put him through.
“Feed the lion,” he breathed into her right ear as the heat of his naked body enveloped her nakedness from the back. His body, still wet from his shower pressed hard into Dominique’s back, and she felt his manhood growing stiff between the slit of her plump ass cheeks. He wrapped his arms around her protruding belly and laced his fingers together to hold her closer into his body. The thumping of his heartbeat vibrated against her back and Dominique closed her eyes to feel the love Malik felt for her and their unborn child. They shared a connection that didn’t need to be expressed in words or any discernable action. It was palpable in the silence of their thoughts when they read the paper together, when they held hands together, when they watched their favorite movie, “Love Jones,” when he reached for her naked body under the covers to pull her into the center of his warmth and when she could feel his eyes caressing her body at anytime during the day. She knew that she was loved. At times, reflecting on his love for her gave her goose bumps and would often bring her to tears. He would never wipe her tears away when she cried, but would kiss her cheeks as her tears stained his lips. He would kiss her and the saltiness of her own tears would make her even hungrier for this man—her husband.
The temperature of his skin rose with each kiss that he planted on her shoulders and back, setting her body on fire—he was the match. His body felt like a warm blanket draping over her and it made her swoon as if she was suffering from heatstroke. Dominique grabbed the edges of the bathroom sink as Malik used his tongue to make circles under her shoulder blades. It was one of her weak spots and he lightly bit into her fleshy skin to arouse her even further. A sweet moan of desire trembled from between Dominique’s lips as her body anticipated his next move. He would usually kneel down and lick the fullness of her ass, but this time, he changed up his tempo and spread her ass open. The lion was very hungry and couldn’t wait any longer to be encased inside the heat of her pregn
ant pussy.
“I can’t wait any longer, baby. Feed the lion some sweet pork before he dies from starvation,” he growled in between kisses on her back and neck.
A smile crossed Dominique’s face and Malik gazed at her in the mirror. Her beauty was undeniable to him. Her brown eyes were always smiling and her pregnancy made her eyes even warmer. He knew the weight gain had been hard on her, and he had done everything to reassure her that he still found her beautiful and sexy—which was the absolute truth. Her light complexion had grown increasingly darker as the months went on and everything just got bigger and wider. At 6’0, 200 lbs, Malik was a big man so he didn’t have any problem handling his wife in the bedroom. The pregnancy had added on an extra 50 lbs to her 5’9, 145 lbs figure. There was something extra sexy and wonderful about pregnant pussy that made Malik hunger for his wife. Maybe it was just his freaky imagination, but it just felt as if the fire between her lips was always set on high. She was hot before the pregnancy, but being inside of her now felt like a sauna.
Dominique eased away from the bathroom sink and backed Malik up against the green wall that they painted together when they bought the house. He unlocked his fingers and was now gently rubbing her belly. The touch of his hands slowly caressing her roundness stimulated her body and she felt her wetness begin to pour. His hands wandered all over her body; massaging the thickness of her thighs as his erection grinded slowly behind her, kisses of heat surged through her body when his lips closed around her ears and he bit her gently. Her body vibrated against his as she went weak, but she knew that she would not fall. Her man had her wrapped strongly in his arms.
“Do that again baby,” a voice that didn’t sound like hers said hoarsely.
“Like this?” he asked innocently as the tip of his tongue probed her inner ear. “Yesssss”…like that baby,” she could barely get the words out of her mouth before she felt the familiar engorged head of his manhood probing her outer lips. Her body was on go and there were no roadblocks up ahead to deter his penetration. Pregnancy had made Dominique hornier than normal—which wasn’t saying much. She always wanted sex and Malik was always ready to deliver like the maintenance man. He was gentler now since the pregnancy even though the doctor had assured him that he couldn’t hurt the baby. He remained unconvinced. “This dick has far reaching powers. The doctor doesn’t know how long I am. Fuck around and I might be tapping the baby on its head.” His silly and doting nature made the pregnancy easier on Dominique. Her mood swings had made her quite demanding and, at times, she would break down in tears apologizing for her unseemly behavior. “Don’t worry baby. Nothing you say can get rid of me,” and then he would hold her and kiss her belly.
Malik mumbled something unintelligible sounding like a man inebriated on passion as the smooth thickness of his erection filled the tight pink walls of Dominique’s pregnant pussy. She loved the feel of him sliding in and out of her and his dick seemed to have a mind of its own—as if it could instantly sense the right rhythm to stroke her to elicit her passionate moans. His fingers manipulated her erect nipples and gently massaged her aching breasts as they fell into his waiting hands without any resistance.
She reached over her head with both hands and worked her fingers into the thickness of his dreadlocks to massage his scalp. He loved it when she played with his hair. It was an extension of his dick, and the more she pulled and massaged it, the harder he would get until he would explode inside of her with a passion that left him drained and panting like a dog thirsty for water. She kept her eyes closed because the image of her big belly wasn’t the mental picture she wanted during sex. She imagined herself fifty pounds lighter with smaller thighs and breasts. Her man was turned on by it all so it couldn’t be all that bad.
Malik struggled to keep his composure as he lengthened his strokes to keep himself from coming. Dominique’s hands reached under the weight of his hair to massage his neck. It was her way of letting him know that it was all right to come. He had been an attentive husband and deserved this quickie. Today was Sunday and they had the rest of the day for her to get hers. Malik braced himself against the wall, tilted his head backwards and allowed himself the pleasure of feeling his passion for his wife leave his body and enter hers with repeated explosions of his warm fluids. He stayed still inside of her wetness as their fluids mixed and his erection gradually lost its strength to fall limply from inside of her.
Dominique turned around and both his hands met her protruding belly as they gently massaged her belly. His breathing was still heavy as if he had just run a marathon. She reached between his legs and closed her hand around his sticky manhood. Her fingers closed tighter around it and he closed his eyes as she stroked him back to life.
“The lion is still hungry?”
“Always hungry for you baby,” he said as he bent down to kiss her lips.
She released his growing manhood from her hand and wrapped her hands around his neck. They kissed with a passion that went beyond their ten years of being together. It was as if they had just met for the first time and were discovering the slippery wetness of their tongues and mouths coming together to feed the hungry desires of a new couple. His kisses always made Dominique certain that Malik’s love for her was forever. The way she kissed him often made Malik feel as if he were watching All My Children or General Hospital. It was the intensity of those kisses that made him sure that he had chosen the right woman to marry, share a life with and to have his children.
The tub was now filled with water and the aroma of her Rainwater bubble bath intoxicated the air. Malik loved how she smelled after a bath and how she would meticulously rub her body down with those delicious lotions from either Bath and Body or Victoria’s Secret. They smelled so good on her that he sometimes thought about rubbing himself down with it. A few of the women at the office had commented on how secure he must be in his masculinity to go around smelling so sweet. As long as his wife didn’t have a problem with it, Malik could care less what anybody else thought about his masculinity.
Dominique put one foot into the tub while Malik held her hand and she slowly descended into its warmth until her entire body was submerged. The top of her belly stuck out above the water level and she cupped two full hands of bubbles to cover it.
“Just relax baby,” Malik said to Dominique as she stared up at him and his dick swung back and forth like a pendulum. “I will get you a glass of orange juice and some fruits.”
With her eyes closed, she nodded in his direction. He lit her favorite mango candles and hit the play button on the CD player. Stevie Wonder’s “Isn’t She Lovely” started to play. It was their wedding song and he had tried to sing it to her as they danced, but finally relented and let Stevie do his thing. He gently closed the door behind him and walked downstairs to get her some OJ and a bowl of fruit .
Earlier that morning, they had braved the cold winter temperatures outside to attend the Catholic Church where they had been married five years ago. Father John’s sermon was lively and his words seemed to speak to Dominique and Malik about communication and their reasons for getting married. He also warned the congregation of haters, and hearing him use that word made the congregation laugh out loud. “There will be people who want to see you failing,” he warned them, “by whispering in your ears untruths because they want what you have. The devil is trying to steal your happiness. Don’t let him! Hold on to it as if it was your last breath. Can I get an Amen?” Everyone in the church sang out amen in unison and burst into the next song, “Amazing Grace.”
Malik and Dominique tried to sneak out just as the service was over, but Father John had the eyesight of a hawk and called out to them as Malik helped Dominique down the church steps. Malik quickly scanned the stairs looking for any slippery spots but did not find any. Father John hurriedly brushed by a few parishioners and promised to speak to them later. A few of the older ladies cut their eyes at him and muttered under their breaths, but they would wait for him as long as it took for him to notice them
again.
“Here’s my favorite couple trying to sneak away before I caught up with them,” he said jokingly but they knew he was serious. Everything Father John said had an intended message. He embraced Dominique and shook Malik’s hands. “It looks like you’re about to give birth at any minute,” without asking for permission, he patted her belly under her winter coat. Dominique cringed but didn’t say anything. Even strangers had taken to touching her belly without her permission.
“It’s good to see you Father. I’m just trying to get my wife home before the storm hits this morning.”
Father John looked off into the sky and saw the increasing dark clouds were coming closer. He seemed to want to say something but decided better of it. Dominique discreetly tugged Malik’s hand signaling they should make their getaway now.
“We will see you next week Father John,” Dominique said as they started to walk down the steps.
“Be sure to let me know when your blessing is born so I can drop by the hospital to say a prayer,” he said to their backs as they walked away. Father John was a wonderful man, but he could talk the ears off Don King if you allowed him. He had been very helpful when they were going through a rough patch in their marriage and they would always be grateful to him for his insights. The sky opened up and shed its tears right after Dominique buckled herself into the front passenger seat.
Malik heard Dominique humming to the baby as he walked back upstairs with her orange juice and an assortment of sliced fruits. He stopped outside the bathroom door for a few minutes and listened as she spoke to their unborn child.
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