Making Babies With Mr White (BWWM Interracial Romance)

by J A Fielding

  “I have a feeling I will love the experience,” she said as they headed out of the room.

  “I have a feeling you will be a great mom,” Rita said with a smile. Natasha smiled and nodded. Somewhere inside of her, she knew Rita was right.

  Chapter 2

  When Mitchell got home later that evening, he was not sure whether Natasha was in or not. There was a deafening silence in the house and except for the lights in the porch, the house was completely dark. Mitchell thought that was a bit odd. Natasha would have called if she was heading out. He looked at his wrist watch. It was a quarter to ten. He steadied the pizza box in his hands and unlocked the door.

  “Tasha, honey! Are you here?” he called from the door. Immediately after he said this, he felt a bit stupid. Of course she wasn’t home. There were telltale signs of her not being in the house, after all. This thought was maybe the reason he almost jumped out of his skin when he heard her voice call out from the living room.

  “In here,” Tasha said. Mitchell flicked on the lights in the foyer before making his way to the living room. He walked towards the couch and placed the pizza box on the table before he sat down next to Natasha. He knew her well enough to tell that something was wrong. There was a warm fire crackling in the fireplace.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, placing a hand on her knee. She nodded without looking at him. “Then why in God’s name are you sitting here in the dark?” he asked as he tucked a strand of her curly hair behind her ear. “Did I already do something wrong, so soon after our honeymoon?” he asked jokingly. Natasha turned around and the look on her face wiped the smile right off his own.

  “Why didn’t you tell me about the nursery, Mitch?” she asked looking at him. “Why did you have to wait for me to find that out?” she asked again. He looked at her, defeated and disappointed.

  “I was going to tell you. I was going to show you last night but we were tired and jetlagged,” he paused and looked into her eyes. “And if I remember correctly, at some point you couldn’t keep your hands off me,” he added with a smile. Natasha pulled away from him angrily.

  “Oh, so now it’s my fault?” she asked, looking at him. He shook his head and took her hands in his.

  “No, never,” he said looking at her. He did not understand why she was getting so worked up. “Tasha, I want kids and I want them with you,” he said. She looked at him and shrugged.

  “I want kids too, but don’t you think it’s a bit too soon?” she asked. Mitchell pulled her close.

  “Baby, I never said I want them tomorrow,” he said smiling. He wrapped his arms around her and planted a kiss on the top of her head. “I am just saying that I am ready any time you are,” he added as he slowly ran a hand up and down her upper arm. She closed her eyes as she leaned on his chest. Mitchell had come from what he liked to call a loveless family. His parents were always too concerned with their careers to pay any attention to him. To make it worse, they shipped him off to boarding school in Europe to avoid feeling so guilty about missing so much of their son’s life. Life for Natasha had been a little different. Even though her mother walked out on them, she had all the love she ever needed from her dad and grandmother. Mitchell was never so lucky; after all, that’s what happens when your surname carries a billion bucks.

  “Do you think we’re ready?” she asked. “Because people with kids say that being a parent is the most fulfilling sensation you could ever have. Even those who were not ready to have kids,” she added. He smiled and nodded.

  “I’m sure it is,” he said.

  “But Mitchell…” her words were quickly cut short as he brought his head down and claimed her lips in one long kiss. She looked up at him when he pulled away and smiled.

  “I had the house remodeled for us, for our family. I told you once that I want to be the father to your kids,” he said. “What better way to start our lives together than like this?” he asked. She looked at him, speechless. She knew that he was right but she had no idea how she was supposed to react. She had always thought that this would be her choice, hers alone. But maybe he was right. Maybe it was about time she accepted that she was no longer in this world alone. That she could no longer make life changing decisions on her own. She looked at him and sighed.

  “You could have told me this any time in the Caribbean,” she said sadly. Mitchell looked into her eyes and could have sworn there were tears threatening to flow down those flawless cheeks. He ran a finger along the side of her face.

  “I wanted to,” he said softly. “But if this feels rushed then we can wait. I will wait for as long as you want me to,” Mitchell said with a smile. She leaned on his chest again and sighed.

  “But what about work? What happens to my career?” she asked. Mitchell frowned.

  “What do kids have to do with your career?” he asked.

  “I always said that I don’t want to be one of those parents who leave their kids with nannies. That’s how my mother…that woman who bore me did. And that’s why she never had any second thoughts leaving me alone in the house with no one…” Mitchell gently squeezed her shoulders, cutting her off.

  “You are not your mother,” he said in a whisper. “You will never be your mother,” he said again.

  “I want to be a stay at home mom,” she suddenly said. Mitchell pulled away from her and looked down at her, surprised.

  “Are you sure? Because I know that more than anything you love your career,” he said looking at her. She nodded.

  “Some things are more important than work. My babies for instance…”

  “…Our babies,” he interjected. She smiled at him.

  “Our babies are more important than my career,” she said with a smile. “But I have to take you up on your offer, now,” she added, as a more serious look played on her face. Mitchell’s eyes lit up.

  “Are you sure?” Mitchell asked with a smile. She smiled back at him and nodded. One year after working at Nolan Schmidt Communications Solutions, Mitchell had proposed that he would like to grant her a 20 percent share of the company. Natasha had brought in more business in twelve months than more people do in ten years. Her performance appraisal was glowing, especially since she was the only one who had managed to bring in $14 million in revenue in the first year alone. The NSCS board valued Natasha as an employee more than she thought she was worth. She turned the offer down the first time because she thought it would give the wrong impression of her involvement with the boss.

  “What changed your mind about being a shareholder?” Mitchell asked smiling.

  “Well, now I am married to the boss and not just fucking him,” she stated.

  “Ouch,” Mitchell said.

  “Now that I am not just fucking the boss, I guess being a shareholder is acceptable,” she said, totally ignoring his earlier comment.

  “But you know you’re irreplaceable, right?” he asked. She looked at him and nodded. “Who is going to take your place?” he asked. She took a long deep breath and looked into his eyes.

  “Stacy Reynolds,” she said without batting an eyelid. Mitchell’s eyes grew wide.

  “Stacy? Your assistant, Stacy or another Stacy that I am yet to know?” Mitchell asked.

  “Yeah, my assistant, Stacy,” Natasha repeated. He looked a bit surprised. “Mitch, Stacy has three degrees. Public relations, advertising and finance. She is more than capable of taking over, plus, I have absolute faith in her abilities,” she added. Mitchell leaned back on the couch.

  “Three degrees? How did I not know that?” he asked as Natasha opened the pizza box.

  “Chicken, bacon, barbecue! My favorite,” she said excitedly as she helped herself to one large slice.

  ‘Why did she keep this a secret?” he asked as Natasha chewed enthusiastically on her slice.

  “Because certain people only see her as an assistant,” Natasha said cynically. Mitchell smiled at her and helped himself to another slice.

  “Again, ouch,” he said before taking a bite of his pizza.<
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  “Extra cheese…mmm,” Natasha said again, ignoring his words. “But like you said, it’s not like I am quitting tomorrow. I’ll ease her into the news. I’m sure she will be more than happy to take the position,” she said as she took the last bite of her slice. He looked at her and smiled.

  “Maybe you do have a point,” he said looking at her.

  “Correction, I just made the point,” she said as she reached for another slice. He reached over and took the pizza from her hands. “Hey, I haven’t eaten all day save for the wine and cheese I had this afternoon. Give it back!” she said sternly. He shook his head.

  “I need you to be at your best because I think we need to begin working on the baby right now,” he said in a low voice, almost a whisper. She put a hand on his chest and gently pushed him away.

  “Wait right here,” she said before walking towards the bedroom. Mitchell looked at her and shook his head.

  “Should I follow you?” he called after her.

  “No! I’ll be right back,” she called back. He leaned against the backrest and closed his eyes. A smile played on his face as he thought of how happy they would be with two or three kids around the house. The smile soon turned to be a frown as he pictured all three beautiful kids screaming around the house and Natasha exhausted. Maybe he would have to change her mind about the nanny. There was no way she could manage being a full time caregiver to their children. He knew that she would once in a while dive into work to get away from the impending boredom. “I’m back,” he heard in a voice that made him open his eyes. He gasped when he saw Natasha standing at the fireplace dressed in just a silk nightie. He could see that she had a packet of pills in her hand.

  “What do you have there?” he asked. She smiled and held one hand out.

  “My pills,” she said. “My birth control pills.” He looked at her as she tossed the packet in the fireplace. “Now we can get started on baby making,” she said with a smile. Mitchell smiled and slowly walked towards her. He took her hands in his and pulled her close for a kiss.

  “Are you sure about this?” he asked when he pulled away. She nodded and kissed him again.

  “I have never been so sure of anything in my life,” she said. He smiled and brought his hands to her shoulders. She let out a gentle sigh when he slipped the nightie off her shoulders. He stepped back and looked at her before walking around her body, like an artist looking at a fine piece of art. He slipped his hands under her armpits and gently grabbed her full breasts in his hands. She let out another sigh and closed her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder. He kissed her neck as he slowly kneaded her breasts, making her gentle sighs quickly turn to loud moans in no time. He released one hand and let it go down her stomach and then to her pussy where he gently caressed her smooth runway. She let out a moan when his fingers made their way down to her clit and softly brushed it. She felt a shiver go through her body as he began brushing his finger rapidly over her clit. She felt her legs getting weaker by the minute as her pussy got wet, drenching his fingers.

  “Mitch…oh baby,” she moaned when he tested her wetness using one long finger. She could hear his breathing getting more labored as he moved his finger in and out of her swiftly. The soft kisses on her neck had turned to become rough and wanting. She could feel his cock pressed hard against her bare skin as he involuntarily thrust against her even though he was still fully clothed. She reached behind her and quickly unbuckled his belt before pulling his zipper down. Mitchell was actually kind of amused at how efficiently she got him out of the clothes without actually looking at what she was doing. She slipped her fingers inside the front of his boxers and slowly pushed them off. They proved to be a bit more challenging than the loose fitting pants but that was not what mattered. She gasped when she felt him push in another finger, spreading her out.

  He withdrew his fingers and walked around her to look into her eyes. She smiled as she put her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He pulled away and got on the floor before gently tugging on her hand to join him. As soon as she was on the floor, he took her legs and raised them high to rest them on his shoulders. She knew exactly what she was in for. He slowly lowered himself to settle in between her thighs. She was already so wet, but he seemed to think that it was not enough. He suddenly put his mouth on her pussy and began taking each lip as if he was still kissing her mouth. She moaned and squirmed, especially when she felt his tongue deep inside her.

  Soon, her moans had become loud gasps as Mitchell worked his tongue in and out of her, all the while keeping his hands on her breasts, feeling her hard nipples pressing against his palms. When he finally pulled out, Natasha did not want to give him any time to breathe. She lowered her legs and wrapped them around his waist before flipping around so that he could be under her. Mitchell looked up at her in surprise.

  “My turn,” she said in a whisper. She lowered her head and began to slowly undo his buttons as she kissed his neck, in the same way that he had done her. He moaned as she ran her tongue along the contours of his neck. When she undid the last button, she trailed her kisses down his chest and finally to his navel but instead of running his kisses down to his crotch, she ran her lips back to his arms. He moaned softly when she began taking his fingers inside his mouth. She could still taste herself on his fingers. He was about to beg her to stop when he felt a warmth engulf his cock. He raised his head to see her head bobbing on his crotch as he sucked on him. She played her tongue on the head of his cock as she kept her mouth on his hardness, making him moan loudly.

  “Oh God Tasha,” he said when he felt her cup his balls and gently squeeze them as she went on sucking on his cock. She was sucking so hard, he thought she was going to drain him right then and there. “Slow down baby,” he begged as she continued working her lips on him.

  She suddenly pulled away from his cock and sat on him. He moaned when he felt his cock slip effortlessly into her wet pussy. She looked down at him and smiled as she began to slowly move herself up and down his cock. She moaned louder and louder as she bounced on and off his cock. He put his hands on her waist and began helping her on and off, dropping her hard onto his waiting girth. She put her hands on his shoulders and held on as he went into her hard, slamming against her each time.

  He suddenly pulled his length out of her and turned her around. She held onto the table as he got behind her and mounted her once more. She always loved how it felt having him inside her from behind. He always seemed to get a little deeper from that position. She held onto the table as he rammed into her over and over again. She screamed out as she felt him grab her tits roughly. She moaned when he squeezed them gently and brought his lips down to kiss her shoulders.

  “Mitch…slow down…you are going to make me cum,” she begged as he fucked her hard.

  “I can’t…I’m too close…” he struggled to say as he thrust into her hard. She suddenly felt herself lose all feeling in her legs as an orgasm tore through her insides. She struggled to hold on to the table as his thrusts got more persistent, a sure sign of his own orgasm. He cried out loud when he felt himself pouring into her waiting pussy. “God…I love you so much,” he said panting.

  “I love you too, baby,” she said as he slowly slipped out of her. They both collapsed on the floor and held on to each other.

  “You are a great wife and you will make an even greater mother,” he said as he planted a kiss on her forehead. She smiled.

  “I think with you by my side, there is no way I would suck at parenthood,” she said.

  “Natasha Black, are you sucking up to me right now?” Mitchell asked with a smile. Natasha laughed.

  “Depends,” she said as she gently pressed her ass against his crotch. “Is it working?” she asked. Mitchell tightened his grip around her.

  “It most definitely is,” he said softly.

  Chapter 3

  It had been a couple of months since Mitchell and Natasha had the baby talk. Natasha was still active at work though there were instances
when she wished she would have stayed home. She could have sworn that her breasts were a bit bigger. She had actually had to get new bras, a size bigger than she was used to. She wanted to tell Mitchell about it but she didn’t think it was important. For all she cared it could have just been a hormone imbalance as a result of getting off the pill.

  On this particular day, she was on her way to the office in a black wraparound dress and a pair of royal blue heels. She matched this with a blue blazer and a silver necklace. Her hair was straightened and flowing over her shoulders as she walked into the living room where Mitchell sat watching Anderson Cooper.

  “This is one of those days I just know I am leaving you at home,” she said with a smile.

  “I do have a meeting on the other side of town, so yeah. You are flying solo,” Mitchell said as he flipped channels. Natasha smiled and walked to the kitchen. She frowned when she opened the fridge. It had been a while since she did the grocery shopping. All that was in there was half a carton of milk, some pizza, a few boxes of Chinese and a half eaten banana cream puff pie.

  “Hey honey, we are not having take out again till I say so,” Natasha said walking back to the living room. “How about today I do some shopping and cook us a nice dinner?” she asked, hugging him from behind. He smiled and put a hand on the other side of her cheek then planted a soft kiss on her.

  “Sure,” he said. “All set up for the Japanese meeting?” Natasha nodded as she walked around the couch to sit down.

  “Yeah. But I’m thinking I’m going to let Stacy head this meeting. She is much better at smartphones applications than I am anyway,” she said. Mitchell frowned.

  “You’re sure?” he asked looking at her. Natasha nodded.

  “Yeah, I’m sure. Apart from the all too obvious chatting app, they have also come up with an app to monitor stocks. Great for all businessmen across the globe but I am not very conversant as far as accounts go. That’s where Stacy comes in,” she said.

  “I always trust your instincts, but I hope this is something you have thought through,” Mitchell said. “Well, enough, not that I have any reason to worry,” he added with a smile.