by Mignon Mykel
“I couldn’t resent you,” I said, realizing it was true. “And you said you’d give me a chance. Day at a time.” I slid my hand to the back of her head, grabbing her bun-contained curls in my hand and pulling her head back ever so slightly. “Give me my chance,” I whispered, before lowering my lips to hers once again.
Now that I started kissing again, I couldn’t seem to stop. At least, I couldn’t seem to stop kissing Mia. Her lips were a drug. Her responses, a drug. She gave me a fucking high, and I couldn’t help but want to stay on the upper she gave me. I squeezed her hip under my hand before moving back to grab a handful of her ass, causing Mia to moan under my mouth.
I let go of her hair so I could put my other hand under her ass, lifting her up. Automatically, her legs wrapped around me but she pulled her mouth away from mine, eyes wide.
“I’m too heavy for you!” She didn’t make any moves to get down, though.
“Shut up, you’re fine,” I told her. Maybe ‘shut up’ wasn’t the best word choice, but it was what I had. “We’re going to your room. Objections?” I moved so I could press my lips against the column of her neck, biting and sucking here and there until I left a mark near her collar bone.
Mia’s head dropped back with that move, but did not object to my statement, so I moved us toward the room she came out of a short while ago in new clothes.
The night had started to creep in, leaving her room dark. I blindly hit the wall with one hand, finding the light switch, dousing her bedroom in light.
I didn’t have time to look around the place. I spotted what I wanted, where I wanted to go, and I moved us to her bed.
Thank fucking God she didn’t say anything about the light. I wasn’t having that argument right now. I resisted throwing her down on the bed, because of the baby and all, and moved up on her mattress on my knees, lowering her back gently once I reached the middle.
Her bed was likely a queen, but felt like a fucking twin compared to my own luxury bed. Far too small.
I pulled back and immediately started to tug down on her shorts. “Are you able to stay on your back?” I asked as I went to task. I didn’t bother stopping as she answered.
“Right now, yes. In a few weeks, probably not.” Her voice was husky and slightly breathless and I had to fight a grin of satisfaction. I did that to her.
I leaned back to completely take off her shorts, not at all surprised to find she was in those cotton underwear. Maybe I could talk her into lace or silk someday.
Hm. Yeah. Someday.
Depositing her shorts on the floor beside her bed, I moved my hands up to the hem of her shirt. The plain cotton was surprisingly thick and rough. I was a fan of soft, vintage style tees myself, but to each his, or her, own. My thumbs hooked under the hem and I pulled the fabric up, exposing her stomach inch by inch.
My eyes darted up to Mia’s to catch her reaction and I was semi-surprised to find her eyes on mine already, her lip between her teeth, as if she were afraid of my response. I moved my eyes back down to her stomach, which was stretched and taut.
I will admit—it was a fucking powerful feeling knowing she held a baby in her stomach and that I put it there. Yeah, Mia and I had some way to go, but I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to try.
Inch by inch, I exposed more of her stomach. Her belly button ring was no longer in, and her belly button itself was starting to pop out. Unable to resist, I bent down to press my lips to her stomach as I pushed her shirt up to her tits. I pressed my lips over and over again to the swell of her stomach and chuckled when the kid pressed against my lips. It was a soft, fluttery feeling, but I felt it and Goddamn, it made me feel like fucking Superman.
I sat back on my knees and pulled her up to sit so I could finish pulling her shirt off. I groaned out loud when her breasts were freed from the shirt, showing she wasn’t wearing a bra. God fucking damn.
Her tits were indeed larger than I remembered, and her nipples…
Fuck, her nipples were huge and dark and begging to be in my mouth.
I peeled the shirt over her head, tossing it to the ground at the same time I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. Mia’s hands were in my hair, holding me close, as I sucked, running my tongue over the hardening peak. I licked, pulled back, licked again, sucked her into my mouth where I bit down gently and played with the peaked nipple with my tongue. I put my other hand over her cotton underwear, holding my palm over her. I could feel her wet heat through the cotton, her panties already wet.
I pushed Mia back gently to lay once again, and moved my mouth to give her other tit the attention it deserved, all while moving my lower hand up just enough to slide under the band of her cotton panties, finding the goods that lie underneath.
When my fingers brushed over her clit, I sucked hard on her nipple, eliciting a gasp from Mia. She was fucking soaked, her wetness making the glide over her clit slippery and easy. I rubbed quick circles there, moved my fingers back and forth over the nub, too, before sliding down and finding the source of all that wet gloriousness. With ease, I slipped two fingers into her, no preamble, no hesitation. My fingers moved in easily up to my top knuckle, and I slowly began to pull my fingers in and out.
Mia’s hips moved restlessly below me as I continued my ministrations on her tit, going back and forth, showing equal attention to both.
“Oh my God, Conor.” Her body tensed all around me and I could feel the telltale pulses saying she was about to come. I moved my mouth to hers, speaking against her lips.
“Let it go. Let go, Mia. Just let go.” I moved my fingers in her faster, curling up into her walls, letting my palm hit her clit and add more pressure. Soon enough, Mia was crashing through her high, her arched back pressing that baby belly into my stomach.
I kept my mouth on hers, gently nibbling at her lips until she was finally through with her quiet moaning. I need to get this girl to be more vocal, I thought offhandedly.
Rather than give her reprieve to breathe, I crushed my mouth to hers, sweeping my tongue inside. This kiss was fevered and Mia was an active participant, her tongue and teeth clashing with my own. Her hands were in my hair, down my back, grabbing my still clothed ass. And my fingers were still lodged way up deep in her pussy.
She shuddered and bit down on my lip, not so gently, mind you, as I slowly pulled my fingers out. I left her with one more kiss before moving to stand beside her bed. In no time at all, I was out of my clothes and on my side beside her.
I turned her to her side to face me, one hand under my head so I could look down at her and my other hand moved to rest on her hip. For the first time since losing my virginity at fourteen years old, I didn’t have a fucking clue where to start with a woman.
Forward, backward, fuck, upside down? What would be best for Mia?
Apparently I wasn’t going to have to think long. Mia had her hands between us before I could even try to ask. Those fingers of hers were wrapped around my huge, aching cock and shortly after, my dirty bird lifted her leg to drape over my hip, angling her hips so she could brush the head of my cock over her folds.
Fuck, yes.
Mia
For a sex god, Conor was thinking too much. I could practically hear the wheels turning in his head.
I was probably a fool for wanting this with him, wanting to see if he could do the commitment thing, but every girl wanted to live out their childhood crush. I wasn’t asking him to marry me, for goodness sake.
I moved so I could angle his cock where I needed it to be. Before I could attempt to sink down on him though, Conor rested his head down on the pillow, using that arm to pull my upper body in close, and slammed up into me. I let out a breathless moan and pushed my nose into his chest, squeezing my eyes shut at the tight intrusion.
“So fucking tight,” Conor murmured into my ear. “God, I missed this tight fucking pussy. Didn’t realize I could until this moment. So fucking right.” His hips thrusted against mine and he held onto my leg that was over his side.
I loved that he
“Use your words, baby girl. Use your words. Tell me.” His voice was in my ear, followed by kisses raining over my cheekbone. “Give me the words. Harder, faster. Anything. Tell me, Mia.”
My only sexual partner had been Conor, and toys certainly didn’t ask you to talk to them. I was so used to being quiet that even the thought of using the words was foreign to me.
When I didn’t comply, Conor pushed his hips up into me and did some hip twist or another that nearly had me seeing stars. “You like that, Mia? Tell me. Tell me you like it, baby girl.”
“Yes,” I managed, shakily at best.
“Yes what?”
He was going to pull them out of me. He did the move yet again and I had to close my eyes against the onslaught of pleasure.
“God, yes, I like that.”
“Conor works fine,” he chuckled against my forehead. “Or Con. But I guess God works.”
Before I could give him a sassy reply, my body was once again shattering around him. My God, what the hell did this man eat for breakfast? I had an idea of how often he practiced his moves, so I didn’t really care to have that question answered, but really, the man was phenomenal in bed.
My jaw was dropped as I went through the waves of pleasure. My breath held. My eyes squeezed tight.
“Talk to me,” he pressed. He flipped onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I had to press up on my forearms to be comfortable, baby belly and all, but my body was still spasming and the act took more energy than I had in me.
“Give me something, Mia.” His cock was still sliding in and out of me, slowly as if he was having a hard time pushing his girth through the pulsing muscles.
Without thinking, I said the first word that came to mind. “Fuck.” But the word wasn’t as nice and quick and easy as one would think a one syllable word to be. Oh no. I drew that damn word out for a good five seconds, which earned me a chuckle from the man below.
My body was finally slowing off its ebb, just enough that I could glare down at him for laughing at me, but he took no mind to the look.
Nope, if anything, he sensed the energy was well and gone from me and he sat up straight, hugging me close, his knees bent, and began mercilessly pounding up into me, finding his own release. I wrapped my arms tight around his neck, holding him as close as I could, as he pushed his forehead down into my shoulder.
“Fuck!”
I have to say, his was a bit more exciting than mine was, all loud and full of passion. Who knew Conor had it in him? His body pulled tight, straining under and around me, and I could feel every muscle in his upper back as his cock jerked inside me, leaving behind warm wetness. It was something I hadn’t felt the first time we were together, regardless of the broken condom. It was…
Interesting.
We stayed locked around one another for a number of minutes, as my breath finally calmed down and his body started to do the same.
Conor finally lifted his head and looked at me, his blue eyes set and determined, but with a warmth I wasn’t prepared for. “You ok?”
I nodded.
“The baby ok?”
I couldn’t help but grin. “You can’t hurt the baby with sex, Conor.”
“Well, I know, but…” Holy hell, Conor had a bashful side. I could see a slight blush rise behind his bearded cheeks. I grabbed said cheeks and brought his forehead to my smiling lips, pressing a kiss there, before pushing against his shoulders to try and stand.
I pushed myself up, biting on my lip when his cock dislodged from me, and stood in front of him. Belatedly I realized where his face would be when I did so, and before I could try to walk off the edge of the bed, Conor’s hands were at my ass, pulling me close to his mouth.
“Conor, no!” I put my hands on his head. “It’s…messy.”
“Fuck messy,” he murmured against my mound. Before I knew it, his tongue was between my pussy lips, lapping up the both of us. I had to brace my hands on the wall behind the bed to keep from falling.
I mentioned it before that I was a sexual being, even if I hadn’t had sex, but these pregnancy hormones were no joke. Before long, I was coming against his face. “Jesus, Conor,” I said around a quiet moan.
“You’re getting better,” he chuckled against me.
I frowned and stepped back, almost falling and having to brace myself with a hand on his head. “Excuse me?” I was getting better? Was that some offhanded remark about my inexperience? Where the fuck was he going with that comment? Was he fucking kidding me?
And then he had the gall to fucking laugh at me! And slap my ass?
Fucking jerk.
I stomped off the bed, as gingerly as I could without falling on my ass and making more of a show than I intended, and headed toward the bathroom. My small apartment didn’t have the luxury of a bathroom attached to the bedroom. I had to stomp naked through my apartment to get to the bathroom at the front of the space.
“Mia!” Conor yelled after me, but I kept going.
And shit, cue the water works.
God fucking damn, the hormones!
“Mia. Mia, baby girl. Stop. Stop, Mia!” His voice was drawing near. Not hard to do. It wasn’t as if there was a ton of square footage between the bed and the bathroom. He reached for my arm and I swung around on him so fast, he probably thought he was seeing the Exorcist.
“You’re a jerk, Conor O’Gallagher! I don’t know why I agreed to give you a chance.” I brought my free hand up to my face. “I’m so fucking stupid!”
Conor was fucking laughing again as he brought me in for a hug. I was confused and pissed, and my nose was pressed against his chest and fuck him for still smelling good, even with the lingering scent of sex between us.
“You’re misreading the situation, Mia.” The smile was evident in his voice, the bastard. “I meant you were getting better at vocalizing.” He drew the word out and it kind of made me feel, well, stupid.
“Oh.” I dipped my chin down and Conor took the opportunity to press his lips to the back of my head.
“Why don’t you clean up,” he said against my head, “and then we’ll continue to talk, kay?”
I nodded and finally moved my head so I could look at him again. “Ok.”
He had the audacity to grin at me again, the crinkles beside his eyes deepening. I merely lifted my brows and pointed at him before turning and finishing the few steps to the bathroom, closing myself in the room, locking Conor out.
And then I grinned wide, my lower lip between my teeth, and refrained from doing a little dance with myself.
Conor
After pulling my briefs and slacks back on, I may have snooped around her room a bit. Mia had semi-mentioned she had toys and I was curious as all fucking get out as to what she had. Hands in my pockets, I walked around gingerly, slowly. On the other side of the bed was where I hit the jackpot. Plugged into the wall was a vibrating wand, and in a basket nearby was a freaking dildo and this other compact looking thing. I crouched down to pick up the pink device and turned it over in my hands. It had a hollow nub at the top. I put my finger over it and found the on-switch, chuckling when the nub started to pulse and squeeze my finger.
I knew she liked her tits and clit worked on, but I definitely wanted to see this one in action someday.
I turned the device off and put it back in the basket, and headed back into the living room where I could hear the shower running.
I lounged on Mia’s comfy-ass couch, waiting for her to get out of the bathroom. For all I knew, I was going to be here for a while, Mia being female and all, but rather than be uncomfortable in her space…
I found I enjoyed the peacefulness it brought to me.
I could still hear the shower running behind the bathroom door and imagined the water dripping down her tits, falling off her tight peaks. Soap running down and over the swell of her belly, disappearing between her thighs.
I shifted in my seat and adjusted myself. Getting hard right now wouldn’t do me any good.
I squeezed myself through the cotton and polyester blend of my slacks. Now that I started, I couldn’t turn off the images of Mia playing in my head, imagining what she looked like in the shower. Those curls of hers relaxed and around her shoulders. Her eyelashes wet from the stream of the shower.
Her pink lips brighter from her constant nibbling on them.
The door to the bathroom opened, pulling me from my daydream. I was hard as a fucking rock under my hand and I groaned to myself, knowing that when I pulled my hand away, I was going to have major tentage.
Mia, bless her fucking sweet heart, stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in just a white towel, took one glance at my lap, and shook her head before walking past me toward her bedroom.
What I wanted to do was follow her and beat off to her changing, but at the same time, I really did want to prove that I could be in this for the long haul, with or without the sexual benefits.
Beneficial as they were.
I stood instead, pushing my hands in my pockets, and turned to study the photographs adorning her walls. I was surprised to find they were all landscape photos; not a single one had a person in them.
When I heard her walk back into the room, I asked without turning, “How are your parents?”
“They’re good. They still live in the old neighborhood. Different house, though.”
Mia moved to stand beside me and I looked down to see she was in the same cotton shorts as earlier, but a different tee, this one a little looser. Her hair was actually pretty long when it was wet, and with it straight from her shower, she almost looked like a different person.
I liked her crazy curls better though, I decided. It was more Mia.
“You don’t have pictures of them.”
She laughed lightly. “Ah, they’re all on a hard drive. Or my phone. You know, the digital age.”
I nodded because I actually did understand that. The only picture I had around of my parents was in the bar, from when they opened O’Gallaghers, and it was right next to a picture of Rory, Bren, and I at the re-opening.
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