by Mia Caldwell
I nodded in agreement and sighed with relief at the same time. “I crack dumb jokes when I’m nervous, but I know having a baby is a serious thing.”
“I’m a little nervous too.” He squeezed my hand tighter. “But I want a child very much, and I know you’ll make a great mother. We’ll get through this together.”
How do you know I’ll be a great mother? I wanted to ask, but didn’t want to make the mood any heavier than it already was. Hard questions could be answered later, not over a light getting-to-know-you lunch.
Hard questions should be answered now before you make a baby, my subconscious insisted. I pushed the warning voice to the back of my mind. Contracts had been signed, so it was too late to back out now, even if I wanted to.
CHAPTER FOUR
After we finished our lunch, Andrew led me up an elaborate staircase, complete with wrought iron railings, to my “wing,” where I’d be staying.
“It’s actually more like a suite of rooms,” he explained. “Of course, you have the run of the house, and I hope you take the time to explore it. But for now, I thought you’d feel more comfortable if you had a space to call your own.”
I silently agreed. Andrew had gone out of his way to make me feel at home, but we were, in fact, still strangers. Having my own set of rooms would help me adjust.
However, Andrew’s taking my hand in his as we walked down yet another long corridor felt like the most natural thing in the world. The warmth created by the touching of our palms reassured me. Perhaps this arrangement, though weird, could actually work.
We finally arrived and Andrew opened the door to one of the most gorgeous rooms I’d ever seen. In contrast to the distinctly masculine feel of his man cave, this room had a more modern touch that was feminine without being too precious. Huge French windows let in lots of light that created an airy aura.
My feet seemed to sink into the plush carpeting as we entered. The cushions of the mauve sofa were the softest I’d ever touched. The room seemed more appropriate for visiting royalty than a random chick Andrew wanted to knock up.
“It’s so beautiful,” I said, my voice full of emotion.
“I’m glad you like it.” Andrew interlocked the fingers of his hand with mine. “This is just one of your rooms. Come, let me show you the others.”
The rest of the rooms were just as exquisitely decorated and furnished as the first. I couldn’t imagine who I would entertain at the cherry wood dining table that easily seated ten, but I liked looking at it all the same.
We reached the bedroom at last. A huge sleigh bed covered with fluffy pillows that matched the gray and blue palette decor immediately caught my attention. “That looks like a bed made for LeBron James,” I joked.
“It’s a deluxe king,” Andrew said with a touch of defensiveness. “The interior decorator assured me this bed was the best and that’s what I wanted you to have. The best.”
“Thank you.” I squeezed his hand as best I could because we were already holding hands pretty tightly. “You didn’t have to go to so much trouble. I’m working for you, remember? Besides, I have very simple tastes.”
“You’re not working for me.” Andrew’s expression suddenly turned intense. He let go of my hand and placed both of his on my shoulders. “We’re in this together. We’re going to conceive a child and parent it together.”
“But you are paying me. It’s sort of hard to forget that point.”
“The money is a trivial matter. What’s important is that you realize how important you are to me because we’re about to embark on this incredible journey together. If that requires buying a LeBron James bed, then so be it.”
I started to laughingly protest, but Andrew’s kiss cut me off. Though unexpected, it wasn’t unwelcome. His lips were soft and warm, exerting a gentle pressure on my mouth so that my own lips parted. As the kiss deepened, he pulled me closer and held me tighter, as if afraid I would run away. He need not have worried because I didn’t plan to go anywhere. I was right where I wanted to be.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, flattening my chest against his in the process. Andrew moaned and broke our kiss. “I’m sorry, I know I’m moving too fast. It’s just that I’ve been thinking about doing this almost since the moment we met.”
I could see his sincerity but I still let out a little giggle. “You mean while you were on the sidewalk having just narrowly escaped the jaws of death, you were thinking about kissing me?”
He nodded as he twined his index finger though a lock of my hair. “I know it sounds crazy, but I swear I’m telling you the truth. Once I’d gotten over the initial shock, I couldn’t believe I’d been rescued by such a gorgeous angel.”
I felt my cheeks turn hot. No one had ever called me gorgeous before, especially not a man who actually fit the description of the word. “You’re just saying that because I’m the future mother of your child.”
“I’m grateful to you for giving me the opportunity to become a father.” Andrew kissed my forehead and the tip of my nose before he continued. “But that has nothing to do with what I’m telling you now. You’re beautiful on the inside and out.”
“You are too.” I stood on the tips of my toes to try and replicate his kissing my forehead and nose. However, he was too tall, and I only made it as far as his upper lip.
I might have failed in the attempt, but I still got the result I wanted. Andrew took me in his arms and kissed me again, this time his touch sent sparks through me that touched my very core. I’d never been kissed like this before. This wasn’t some slobbery, awkward, fumbling meeting of the mouths. As his tongue caressed my lips, tracing an outline around them, I could tell Andrew knew exactly what he was doing.
I leaned into him, letting my hands fall from his neck down his back, enjoying the feel of every hard muscle along the way. The soft cotton of his button down shirt couldn’t keep me from imagining what it would be like to actually touch his flesh, to run my hands over every ridge and crevice of his physique.
His most powerful muscle of all nudged against my crotch. My body responded before my brain could, with my legs spreading a little so that he’d have more room to press against me. The sparks kept on coming, with my entire body now on high alert. A moist heat began to form between my legs.
Andrew abruptly pulled away, bringing me back to the real world instead of the passionate one I’d just started getting used to. I missed the incredible warmth of his touch almost immediately. “I apologize, Ryanna, I got carried away. I don’t mean to push you.”
“Um, in case you couldn’t tell, I was just as carried away and pushing right back.”
Andrew smiled tenderly. “I swear this isn’t why I brought you up here. This was supposed to be a perfectly innocent tour of your rooms.”
“When did you plan for us to uh. . .” Andrew’s nearness, especially with his hand caressing the small of my back, made me unable to come up with anything except one word ─ fuck. But I didn’t want to appear crude in front of the future father of my child.
He nodded, as if he understood my problem and couldn’t come up with a more elegant, classier way to say fuck either. “I didn’t want to push you or rush things. The last thing I wanted was for you to feel coerced or pressured.”
I caressed his cheek and traced the outline of his square jaw with my fingertip. “Does it look like I feel coerced or pressured?”
“What you feel is amazing.” He pulled the bottom of my shirt out of my jeans and gently massaged my lower back. “So soft, like silk.”
The touch of his skin on mine made my heart race. While I wanted nothing more to feel his hands all over my body, it occurred to me that we were doing this in broad daylight.
I’d only had sex with one other guy, a fellow chemical engineering student. We’d only done it twice, and both times had been very disappointing. I hadn’t gotten wet then, like now with Andrew. And Karl’s dick felt nowhere near as big or as hard as Andrew’s, who hadn’t even taken off his pants yet.
I dropped my hands to my sides and he did the same. “Too fast?” he asked.
“No, I like what we’re doing as well as the pace we’re going. A lot.”
Andrew grinned and wrapped his arms around my waist. “So why did we stop?”
“Um, you think we can pull the curtains? Make it a little darker in here?” I didn’t think closing the drapes would make the room totally dark. However, they looked heavy enough to dim the lighting so that my physical flaws weren’t quite so obvious.
“Honey, I assure you, no one can see us, even with the curtains pulled back. I had a special tinting put on the windows so that no one can see inside even though you can still see outside.”
Peeping Toms didn’t scare me nearly as much as Andrew’s turning away from me in disgust. “Can we just close them anyway? I’d feel better if it wasn’t so bright in here.”
Awareness sparked in his eyes. He gripped my waist tighter and buried his lips in my hair. “I want to see you, Ryanna. All of you.”
“And if you don’t like what you see?”
“I will,” he said, in a voice full of confidence that I didn’t feel. “Here, let me show you something.”
He began to unbutton his shirt and a wave of disappointment swept over me. I’d been looking forward to unwrapping that particular present myself. Oh, well, there were still his pants to consider.
Andrew dropped the shirt to the floor and took a step back, pointing to his lower torso. While he had an extremely impressive six-pack, his fingers directed my attention to a four inch scar. The puckered and twisted section of skin marred his otherwise his perfect stomach.
“I got mugged during my senior year of college,” he explained. “When I wouldn’t give up my wallet or my mountain bike, the punk stabbed me. Fortunately, some sorority girls were on their way back from a party and found me almost immediately after it happened. The doctors said it if wasn’t for them, I would have bled out for sure.”
Drawn to it almost like a magnet, I stepped forward and gently touched his stomach, tracing the coarse path of the healed wound. Andrew took a deep breath before he continued.
“That what spurred me on to start my own business. Before then, I’d been polishing my resume and kissing all the tech recruiters’ asses, hoping they’d hire me. After I got out the hospital, I realized life was too short to work for someone else and decided to strike out on my own.”
He tucked his fingers under my chin and lifted up my head so that our eyes met again. “I’m not perfect and I’m not expecting you to be either. If you can handle my imperfections, I know I can handle yours.”
Andrew’s candor and honesty gave me the courage I needed to expose myself. I pulled my shirt over my head ─ his brief look of disappointment mirrored mine from earlier, like he’d wanted to undress me himself ─ and pointed to my own scar.
“This isn’t quite as dramatic as yours. It’s just the result of an ordinary appendectomy.”
“Oh, there’s absolutely nothing ordinary about you, Ryanna.” We began kissing again, this time made more intense by the fact both our upper bodies were bare except for my bra. Andrew’s fingers fumbled with its clasp while our tongues tangled and dueled for control. I finally reached behind and loosened it, pulling my arms out of the straps and dropping the bra to the floor, all without losing contact with Andrew’s mouth.
His hands immediately cupped my breasts, and his thumbs caressed my nipples, making them instantly erect. Before I knew it, he’d edged me to the bed and laid me down on it. He hovered over me, his green eyes dark with desire.
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted any woman as much as I want you right now,” he said in a hoarse voice.
“I know I’ve never anyone as much as I want you.” I ran my hands through his thick, dark hair. “I want you, Andrew, and you’re not pressuring or coercing me. I want you to make love to me.”
Apparently, he didn’t need any more convincing. He bent down to kiss my breasts, one after the other. I gasped in surprised delight as he licked my nipples, his tongue making small concentric circles around them. Though already erect, my nipples pebbled into fine points under the ministrations of his skilled tongue.
The tingling between my legs intensified as he paid more attention to my breasts than anyone had before. The gentle pressure he exerted on them went straight to my core, heating me up to a point where I thought I’d need an immediate release. I wanted to do nothing more than slip my hand between my legs and give my bud the fulfillment it craved and demanded.
As if he anticipated my next move, Andrew interlocked the fingers of his hand with mine. “What’s the rush? We’re just getting started.”
Maybe he was just getting started, but the cauldron between my legs wanted satisfaction now. Curious to see if he was a close as I was, I slid my other hand down between his legs. Although still contained in his pants, I could feel the massive muscle twitch beneath my touch. Andrew’s loud groan further confirmed that, yeah, he was as near to his release as I was.
I fumbled with his belt and zipper until I felt the sticky skin of his pulsing cock. “Looks like you’re in a rush too,” I teased. “Or at least part of you is.”
“Can you blame me? You’re driving me crazy.”
“Same here.” I moaned as Andrew’s hot tongue licked the valley between my breasts. He kissed his way down my stomach until his lips reached the waistband of my jeans. I lifted up my hips as he unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled them off of me. The only article of clothing I had left were my white cotton bikini panties, which were completely soaked.
Andrew grabbed one of the oversized pillows on the bed and shoved it under my ass so that my crotch perfectly angled towards his mouth. He kissed me through the wet panel of my panties, making me wriggle in pleasure. While I couldn’t wait to feel his tongue on the hottest part of my flesh, his panties-cloaked kisses still sent jolts of electricity all over my body.
He slid his fingers into the sides of my panties and pulled them down to my ankles where I kicked them off. My heart galloped in my chest as he once again buried his head between my legs. We wouldn’t make a baby this way, but it felt soooo good, I couldn’t bear to tell him to stop.
Not that Andrew appeared inclined to change course to put us on a more reproductive friendly path. In between flicking his tongue in and out of my hot core, he mumbled, “You taste delicious.”
I would have answered him, but I couldn’t. Basic cognitive thought processes were lost as I couldn’t focus on anything else but reaching that pinnacle of bliss where we were headed. My hips began to undulate as his tongue got closer and closer to reaching the deepest part of me.
A final tease of his tongue against my bud was all it took for me to explode in ecstasy. I rode wave after wave of passion, with Andrew there with me every step of the way, slurping up every bit of my wetness.
I’d never come so hard in my life. Of course, I didn’t climax with Karl at all, and even my own efforts had never produced sensations like this. Tingly warmth spread all over me and only subsided once Andrew lifted up his head with a satisfied smile.
“I take it you liked that?”
“Of course! Didn’t my body give me away?”
“Your screams did too.”
I screamed? I suddenly felt embarrassed, unaware I’d made any noise at all, much less had gotten so loud. “It’s your fault. You’re a master at this.”
Andrew’s smile widened. “I’m only a master because I’m extremely attracted to my partner. I wanted to make sure she comes out just as satisfied by the course of our lovemaking as I will.”
His saying “I will” reminded me of something. I sat up, propping myself on my elbows, and peered
down at his lower body. He’d never taken his pants off!
I pointed to the offending garment and said, “If you’re planning to keep those on, I won’t be able to fulfill our agreement. As much as I enjoy your tongue, you cock has to be inside of me at some point to make a baby.”
“Really? Is that how babies are made?” Andrew laughed as I tossed another one of the pillows at him. “Not to worry, Ryanna. I have every intention of sinking my cock as far inside of you as it will go. I can’t wait to hear your screams of passion again.”
After standing up to take off his pants, his enormous cock sprang forward, as if it couldn’t wait to be unleashed. I leaned forward, taking the huge muscle in both of my hands, stunned by its girth and length. I’d always heard black men had the biggest dicks, but Andrew was clearly an exception.
I tentatively began to stroke him, reveling in the warm, sticky bead of precum that had formed at the tip. It felt like validation that Andrew wanted me as much as I wanted him. Of course, the erection itself proved as much, but the dripping precum gave me that extra boost of confidence.
Andrew moaned as my caresses grew bolder, and his cock throbbed inside the palms of my hands. I felt powerful, desirable, and sexy all at the same time despite the fact I basically had no idea what I was doing. My own instincts guided my movements, but Andrew didn’t seem to have any complaints. He even began bucking his hips, thrusting himself in and out of my grip.
His speed increased as he grew bigger and bigger, and a tiny note of apprehension began to invade my consciousness. What would happen if he didn’t fit? Even if only a tiny bit of his cock managed to squeeze into my tight hole, would enough sperm make it in so I could get pregnant?
As if he sensed my nervous confusion, Andrew suddenly stopped rubbing his cock against my hand. He kissed me again as he gently eased me back down on the bed.
“I promise I’ll be gentle and go slow,” he whispered.
Intellectually, I realized going gentle and slow was probably the best way to proceed. It had been many months since the disappointing experience with Karl, and it in no way prepared me for a massive cock like Andrew’s.