by JQ Jones
“You’re all wet.”
“I know. Can’t do this at home this time of the year but it feels good here,” he said. She watched as he stood to struggle out of his wet clothes leaving them in a heap beside the chair.
His penis jutted out, looking painfully erect as he slid beside her. She moved over to give him room. After they settled into a comfortable position, her back to his front, he gently draped his hands around her stomach.
He stroked her there for a minute, in time to feel the baby do a Rockette kick move. He moved his hands up to cup her breast, careful not to tug too hard on her nipples but shaping them to his hands, enjoying their new weight and pressing them together in major cleavage that beg for a kiss.
He moved to do just that, licking under and around the much bigger mounds while he thrust his hard, dripping penis into the seat between her legs. Manny gasped and moved to spread her legs wider, already wet and wanting to have his dick slide into her to make her cum. She whimpered and thrust up wanting more.
David broke off the contact with a quick pop and pulled her to her feet. They moved through the house, leaving wet prints that tracked up to his room which was right across from Manny’s. David shut the door and stripped her of the oversized shirt and basketball shorts without stopping to turn on the lights.
She sat down with great care and didn’t even look down to see her protruding stomach and full, huge breast. She didn’t take time to count the stretch marks that had sprung up or worry about the deep brown line that delineated her from belly button to vagina. She just wanted tonight and maybe tomorrow morning. After that she would go to Monterey or San Diego or wherever she and the Bean ended up. Tonight was for her and her pulsing, wet pussy that seemed to have a mind of her own when it came to David.
David gathered her into his arms and kissed her with possession and heat. He slowly laid her on the bed and looked at her taking in all the things Manny had noted and coming to the conclusion that he had never seen a more beautiful woman. He crawled from the foot of the bed, kissing her legs as he went, until he ended with her knees hooked over his shoulders. His first taste of her, dripping, hot and tasting of richness that he didn’t think was there before, his groan joined hers. He curled his tongue as deep into her pussy as he could get, lapping the fluids as he sucked and sipped at her. His hands held her legs wide enough to accommodate his body forcefully stopping her from closing down on his head.
“I…can’t…Oh, shit,” Manny said as she came in a starburst of color. Her body was still twitching as he moved behind her, and David placed a pillow under her stomach, rolled over to face her back and carefully entered into her. Again they moaned in unison.
He didn’t move, allowing his dick to bask in the hot, wet clutching pussy that held him tight. He began to whisper in her ear as he began to move.
“That’s what I missed, you all over me and dripping all over my dick. That’s it, baby, come again. Let me hear that sigh, oh yes, that’s what I’m looking for,” he said. David started to stroke harder and deeper into Manny. “I want to get deeper but I don’t want to hurt Mr. Bean. But I am going to come hard and right now.”
He thrust deep into her and barely smothered the wild shout that threatened to wake the entire house. He collapsed down onto the sweat-soaked pillows. They lay in a heap in the dark.
“You know you’re running away from your responsibilities to Mr. Bean. He deserves a Mum and a Dad,” David said. He lay with Manny lying on his outstretched arm looking at the ceiling.
“What century do you live in? Next you’ll be telling me what your prospects are,” Manny said. She too kept her eyes on the ceiling as her hand stroked the hair on David’s chest, calming his rapidly beating heart.
“I was going to try that next,” David said. He smiled and raised Manny’s hand up to his lips to kiss each finger.
“I love making love to you and you’re going to be a great father, I think. You can have as much visitation as you want but we don’t have to be married to be good parents for the Bean. And it’s the Bean because I didn’t want Dr. Kingsley tell me the sex. I want to be surprised. You can go home and marry Barbara, although I think that’s a bad idea for reasons that have nothing to do with me and the Bean.”
“I’m not marrying Barbara but for you and I this isn’t the end.”
“Of course not. You’ll always be in my life. That’s kind of nice. At least I don’t despise you,” Manny said. She yawned and turned over to flip the pillow and closed her eyes.
“That gives me confidence, not held in total contempt. Just indifference,” David said. He sat up to pull a light cover over his lover.
“It’s not indifference, you’re a wonderful lover,” she said. “I just don’t do married men. I bent my rules to do an engaged one.”
“You don’t do married men unless it’s your husband,” David said. He turned off the one remaining lamp and gathered into his arms as he spooned her from the back.
* * * *
The morning sun was on the wrong side of the bed to Manny. She quickly realized that she was still in David’s room, they had ended up there after breaking Manny’s bed. She could also tell that he wasn’t around and her final thought before she even removed the covers was that she had to get to her room without anyone seeing her. She wiggled out of the bed and crept to the door. Nobody was in the hallway. It was still too early for Iona and CJ to be up after being apart for so long. They wouldn’t leave their room before noon.
She did a quickstep to her room across the hall from his and shut the door with a soft click. Leaning against the door for a moment with a heavy sigh, she pushed off to gather something to wear and entered her shower. Someone had added a wooden stool with a wide seat in the open shower. Manny smiled with appreciation. Her love of long showers had taken a backseat to her inability to stand for extended periods without her back hurting. She adjusted the water into a slight rain stream and made use of the stool.
She rubbed her belly soothingly, quieting down the Bean who needed something to eat right away. She was reluctant to wash the scent of David off her body. She let the water saturate her thick hair so that it hung in a sheet over her face. Taking a final sniff of her hands, she reached for the liquid soap only to touch wet skin.
“I hope this is David’s thigh else I’m going to be pretty pissed that somebody came in and spoiled my fantasy,” she said.
“I don’t know how many baby daddies you might think you have out there but I’m the only one that matters. I came to see if you needed any help. I’ve got fruit and croissants in the other room, I’d planned on feeding you both in bed but somebody spoiled the surprise,” David said. He began to wash her hair, stopping as a large sigh filled the room. “You’re in pain? What should I do? Who’s your doctor?”
“That’s a sigh of pleasure, David. I’ve been to see Dr. Kingsley on the island but I don’t have one here exclusive of my regular Gyno. She doesn’t do babies so I have to find one. Don’t stop washing my hair, that feels great.”
“That brings me to what I wanted to talk to you about with the breakfast offering. You should come to London and stay with me until the baby comes. You don’t have a doctor here yet, you’re too far away from anything out here on the ranch. I want to be there when my first child is born. I deserve to be there. Although I get the distinct impression that you wouldn’t have let me know anything about the little one if I hadn’t arrived like I did,” he said.
Manny stirred on the stool, knowing that he was right and upset with herself at what she had planned on doing. The water hid her tears.
“At least you feel bad about it, you mad, thoughtless woman,” David said.
“I was thoughtless but these days I cry at car commercials so I don’t really feel that bad. We both participated in a wild fling and we got caught. That’s not how you sustain a committed relationship.” The last statement finished in a gasp as David bent to wash her legs up to her now-dripping pussy.
“We don’t
have time for any play right now. I’ve convinced Clint to fly us back to London as soon as you get dressed. He’s got to stop in West Virginia for Iona anyway so he’s willing to do a fast turnaround for us. I want my parents to meet you before we present them with their first grandchild.” His hands dipped and stroked her gently, first with soap then with just his fingers.
Manny wanted to move on his fingers but he stopped just as quickly as he started, moving around to clean her breast and back with the honey and almond soap. He stopped talking concentrating on the feel of his lover’s body, getting to know her body in a way he hadn’t been able to before.
Manny took advantage of his stance and licked the running water from his erect, swinging penis. David leaned against the wall with one hand on the tiled wall, the other hand was tangled in Manny’s hair as he thrust deep into her mouth. She took him over her tongue and deep into her throat. The feel of him—hard, soft, wet, clean—made her want to taste more. She bobbed her head slowly allowing the water to trickle down in with him.
Washing his dick with her mouth allowed her to concentrate on just his pleasure. The sound of him gasping for breath and moaning, shot right through her to her pussy, adding her own wetness to the warm gentle water cascading over them.
He wanted to come but he wanted the sensation to continue. The mixture of the shower water and her even hotter mouth was bringing him off faster than he wanted. He hesitated just for a minute before he began to thrust. He didn’t want to hurt her but her insistent sucking made him move over and over. He moved past the back of mouth and into her throat. She could taste him every time he entered her mouth, licking and sucking all of him.
His thrust became stronger and more forceful, making her head snap back but with no pain. She wanted to taste him now so she sucked him in deep into her mouth and used the flat of her tongue to lick him at the same time. He grunted before he grabbed her water soaked hair and came with a final thrust. He overflowed her mouth, cum washing down the drain in a cascade of water.
She didn’t release him immediately. From their time in Houston, she remembered that he liked his dick to stay wherever he came until he was completely soft. The shower continued to fall on them while she rolled his dick back and forth over her tongue until he slipped from her mouth, completely spent.
David gently pulled her up from the stool. He kissed her battling her for the right to bite down on the others lips. She won. Well, he let her win. He wrapped one towel around her mane, another was tucked over her breast while he used the third to swipe at his hair and then go around his waist.
They fell onto the bed staring at the ceiling.
“Do you think that pregnant sex is better than regular sex?” Manny said. She was languid and spoke in a husky whisper.
“I think we did this in Houston. And unless you’re having the smallest baby in the world, you weren’t pregnant then and our sex was just as good. I think we’re great together,” David said. Without taking his eyes off the ceiling, he found Manny’s hand lying on the bed and interlocked their fingers. They fell asleep that way.
Chapter Seven:
Blaze of Hope
They spent the rest of the day in her bedroom. They talked, made love and ate food that Ebony brought up for them to enjoy. They made love for the fourth time as the night cooled down. Manny remained in a deep, deep sleep, muttering as he maneuvered her to the center of the bed with slow careful movements. He spread her springy dark hair over the pillow to make sure that it dried as he cuddled close to her for the rest of the night. He placed soft kisses on her temples and neck before he followed her into sated dreams of how they would move forward in their relationship.
He was very slow to wake even as he registered the fact that someone was poking him in the shoulder. He wanted to crack an eyelid but he was in a semi-dream state, an I-have-a-woman-in-my-arms mood. He was more relaxed than he had been in months. But the pokes became more insistent. These insistent taps weren’t coming from Manuela, her hands were extremely strong because of her work but these were coming from a much harder source. He could already tell her touch, strong, firm but an underlying tenderness that made goose bumps every time she touched him.
“I know I have to get back to my room before anybody notices that I’m gone, but it’s not dawn yet. We can at least cuddle for fifteen minutes,” David said.
“I don’t think your guests are going to wait that long, Cuz. I did tell you that her family would want to talk to you,” CJ said, his voice dripped with humor.
David sat up and blinked owlishly. His glasses were on the other side of the bed. Without them he had a general idea of a semicircle of huge unwavering shapes grouped around the bed. He groped the nightstand until he found his glasses and slipped them on. It was as he suspected, a semicircle of men stood in the early morning pre-dawn light watching him with varying degrees of scorn, humor, dislike, or downright amusement.
Clint and CJ stood to his left with arms crossed watching with slight smiles that stretched wider once David looked at them. The older man was Ernesto Menendez, ranch foreman. He stood beside CJ frowning with fierce concentration. His assessing look took in David from tousled head to naked chest and found a definite lack there. The other five men standing at the foot and to his right were Manuela’s cousins.
David recognized some of the Menendez brothers, having met most of them over the years during his few and infrequent trips to the Davis ranch, but never all of them together. They were daunting, quiet strength and determination. He glanced, in what he hoped was a nonchalant manner from the always stoic elder son, Moises, past two men who could only be twins to a frowning younger man and finally to the ever-smiling Miguel.
David sat up straighter, smoothing the covers closer to his waist. He had spent most of his adult life working as a set designer for major theatrical productions in London. During that time he had become used to the way that producers, directors, actors and writers used their bodies to intimidate. He considered himself an expert on deflection. This morning every one of his tried and true methods had flown out from his mind as he groped for the correct words to say.
“I can be downstairs a bit. If you don’t mind I’ll just dress and…” David said. The rest of his sentence was lost as the older man began to speak.
“It’s not necessary for you to dress. I don’t know if you remember me or not. I’m Ernesto Menendez and these are my sons. Some of them you’ve met and some of them you haven’t but we thought it best for us to talk to you early this morning before my wife, who is right now at home crying, comes to see you. It seems that you have had an improper relationship with mi sobrina. Manuela Menendez is without parents or siblings but we, la familia, are here to make sure she is not taken advantage of or abandoned like some Matamoros punta. We cannot stop the first but we are here to make damn sure that the second does not happen,” he said. His voice had a rasp that coated all his words with an urgency without it ever becoming angry or loud.
“I have no intentions of abandoning Manuela. Our relationship is unorthodox but given the circumstances we are trying our best to work out an equitable plan for the way forward,” David said.
“Are you trying to fix this with money?” Moises said.
“Our options are open to us and if you don’t mind I’d rather not discuss them with you before she and I have come to any type of understanding,” David said. He sat up even straighter in the bed. He was nude and felt at a disadvantage because of that and the fact that there were seven huge men were dressed and standing.
“It seems to me that your options are rather limited. You told me that you’re getting married in April,” Moises said.
“No, what I said was that I am scheduled to be married in April. I also explained to you that this is not what I wanted to do without even knowing that Manuela was going to have my child. It is something that I have been contemplating since she and I first met. I have family obligations as well but my highest priorities right now are my baby and Manuela. I
t depends on what we decide. I can’t stress that enough that this is a decision between Manuela and myself,” David said.
“That this is between you and Manny, however, this is a definite Menendez family matter. And as such the Menendez family needs to understand what your decisions are and how quickly are you going to make,” Ernesto said. “We have some suggestions that we’d like to go over with you at dinner tonight that we think are workable.”
“I appreciate your concern but this is a decision that only she and I can make. I hope you understand that. I’m looking forward to dinner,” David said.
“Aye, these quiet ones are always the most stubborn,” Miguel said. His smile broadened. “I told you, Papa, he’d be a pain to convince. Maybe we should let Abuela and Mama have at him for a few days.”
“It’d be kinder if we take him out into the yard and stomped him a little bit. Maybe then he’ll see that some decisions are best made in committee,” one of the twins said.
“You might want to think before you do that. Manny would hate it if you mess up that pretty face. If Manny ain’t happy, then nobody is happy,” CJ said.
* * * *
When the men left his room, David fell back on the bank of pillows with a great sigh of relief. They had not settled anything but he thought he stood his ground. It is important to begin the way that you wanted to proceed. It was one of the things that his grandfather said quite a bit. His grandfather, now 87 and more likely to talk about World War II than current events, spent a lot of time with David when he could escape the demands of London to Essex.
David loved the Essex estate that he grew up on. It had been in the family for generations and he appreciated not only its verdant beauty but also its ability to transport people closer to the land. As a small boy he had enjoyed rainy days exploring the myriad of rooms in the old drafty castle. As he grew older he understood that the upkeep of the house itself was almost a full-time job. His great grandfather had made a tremendous fortune in mining in South Africa and South America and had invested the profits in such a way so that each generation had been able to accumulate more wealth even through the tough times of World War I, the Depression, World War II, and each economic downturn.