“Check, please,” he said urgently.
We tripped out of the elevator into his suite, our hands scrabbling at each other’s clothes as usual. I’d just about gotten Kent’s dress shirt unbuttoned—only the top button remained closed, with his tie still knotted at his throat—and was running my hands over his tight, glorious, washboard abs when he pulled away from me.
“Let’s slow this down just a bit. For once, we’re going to make it to the bedroom, Alexis,” he said as he grabbed my hand and led me to a gorgeous room filled with sumptuous white silk draperies and bedding. The low dresser and nightstands were also a throwback to the sixties as was the thick black pile carpet beneath our feet. He guided me over to a wide mirror that ran along the wall opposite his floor-to-ceiling windows. He strategically positioned me to face the mirror and stood behind me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered in my ear as he gently slid his fingers through my hair and draped it over my other shoulder. I watched as he nuzzled my neck, placing the softest of kisses along it, all the way up to my ear.
“This time, we’re going to take our time. There’s no rush, and I want to savor every single second,” he purred before dragging his tongue over the shell of my ear, then sucking the fleshy part of the lobe between his lips. I thrilled to the soft touch of his hands running over my bare arms before he slowly, slowly slid the zipper down on the rose-colored empire dress I wore.
I carefully stepped out of my low wedge sandals before my clothes hit the floor. I blushed lightly as my function-over-form underwear was on full display. My usual lacy and racy underthings had been replaced with soft cotton t-shirt bras and white cotton bikini panties. I’d been coveting the giant maternity underwear longingly, thinking they looked incredibly comfortable, but my pride still demanded I reject comfort in favor of sexier things. Cotton was my one concession to practicality. Kent didn’t even seem to notice as he quickly divested me of the full-coverage bra.
His hands cupped the heavy weight of my much larger chest, his thumbs toying playfully with my swollen nipples.
“Good Lord, look at you,” he said in a hushed tone as he looked over my shoulder into the mirror. If I’d had any concerns about him still being attracted to me, they were all dispelled as he pressed his hard crotch to the generous swell of my ass. He circled his hips, grinding himself into me, proving just how aroused he was.
He pulled back, gently lowering my panties down my legs, his tongue sliding along the backs of my thighs, following the path of his hands before taking the journey back up. He seemed fascinated with my behind, squeezing it in his palms again and again. I just stood still under his careful attention, my hands hanging limply at my sides.
It wasn’t long before his tongue was slipping along my spine back up to my neck. He brushed his cheek against mine as I let my head fall against his shoulder. He gently nudged my feet apart with his toe, widening my stance. He slid his fingers between my cleft, gently teasing and rubbing my ready pussy, making me shiver and break out in goosebumps.
I felt him pull away slightly and watched in the mirror as he finally removed his shirt and tie all the way before lowering his pants and boxer briefs. Together, we stood completely naked together for the first time. In the past, we’d been in such a rush, so feverish with desire, we’d never managed to get fully undressed. I marveled at seeing, not just the one crown tattoo on his side, but a collection of all the card suits on his left pectoral. I instantly wanted to run my tongue and fingers over it, but he returned to his position behind me.
“I love you, Alexis. You do things to me—make me feel things I’ve never felt. You stormed into my world and tattooed your name on my heart with those fucking shoes of yours,” he chuckled against my ear. “I don’t care if we fight every day for the rest of our lives, so long as we fight together.”
On the heels of those words, he gently thrust into me, his thick erection slowly spreading me apart and sliding into my depths. I moaned as he carefully moved his hips back and forth, rocking in and out of me. His hands slid over and under my belly, caressing the large swell in front of me.
“This is what matters,” he hushed, “this is everything. This is you and I reimagined into one tiny human being. The product of who and what we are together. The result is nothing short of magic.”
“A miracle you mean,” I whispered back, then moaned softly as his words cast a foggy spell as his body hypnotized me. I bathed in his reverence, pushing lightly back against him. I wanted to feel him deeper but luxuriated in his slow and lazy rhythm. I wanted it all, yet I never wanted it to end.
We moved slowly in time with each other, his hands continuing to worship my belly, his lips dripping words of praise for the beauty of my newly rounded form. I was nearly boneless from the easy, fluid strokes as he made love to me. I started to tremble under his meticulous ministration of every erogenous zone I had. The combination of his lips, teeth, and hands roaming my body and his cock lazily stoking the fire inside me was nothing short of sublime.
Finally, he pulled me back toward the bed, still buried inside me. He lay down, carefully pulling me with him so he remained seated inside me. I swiveled my hips as much as my growing figure would allow, stirring him inside me. I let my head fall forward as I braced my hands on his thighs, tenderly moving up and down on him as he groaned deep in his throat.
“Fuck, Princess. Don’t stop,” he gasped, his breathing growing heavier, faster, his hands gripping large fistfuls of my ass. It only drove me to move faster, my movements becoming more pronounced with every gentle bounce up and down.
Together, we rode the slow but steady rise to the peak, each of us reaching for it, but at the same time, delighting in the climb. Finally, with one long, heavy push from Kent’s hips, we both toppled over the edge, crying out, yet breathless. I teetered to the side in exhaustion, but his sure hands caught and steadied me until I was lying snugly against him, my head nestled in the crook of his shoulder. He turned his head and kissed me sweetly on my perspiration-dotted forehead. We were quiet until Kent broke the silence with his wicked chuckle.
“Pregnant sex is the best! I’m going to keep you like this for as long as you’re fertile!” I reached down and twisted one of his nipples. I laughed as he yelped in surprise, before pretending to launch himself at me, Instead, he scooped me into his arms, cradling me close, and kissed the hell out of me.
Once we came up for air again, he rubbed his nose against mine playfully. I linked my arms around his neck, simply enjoying being with him after all the friction of the last month.
“We’ve got this, right?” he whispered quietly.
“We do,” I said, nodding as I played with his hair. “It’s going to be a hell of a ride. You sure you’re ready for it?”
“As long as I have you, Alexis, I’m ready for whatever comes our way.”
“Even squalling babies at three a.m. with dirty diapers and hungry bellies?” I asked smugly.
“Oh. Hm. I suppose I’m tasked with diaper duties since you’ll be the milkmaid,” he commented, the reluctance heavy in his tone.
“It sounds like a fair division of labor, wouldn’t you say?”
“Speaking of labor, we need to have a plan in place for when the time comes. We only have about two months left, right?”
“Seven and a half weeks, give or take a few days, according to my last doctor’s appointment,” I replied as I mentally ticked off the days on the calendar in my head.
“Are you scared?” he asked quietly.
“No, not really. There’s not much point in being afraid. I know it’s going to hurt like a bitch, but there’s nothing I can do about it now. This baby is coming out one way or another, I just get to go along for the ride.” I rolled into his side, fingers playing over the heart portion of the tattoo on his pectoral muscle.
“Well, I’m terrified. I know jack shit about babies and even less about labor and delivery,” he said with a big huff of breath that puffed out his cheeks.
“I’ll call my obstetrician in the morning and ask for a referral to a doctor here. Then we look for birthing classes, okay?”
“It’s either that, or I start looking for DIY videos on YouTube,” he commented dryly. I snorted with laughter.
“I love you, Kent Kingsley,” I said, still snickering.
“I love you too, Princess. Forever.”
Twenty-Eight
Kent
I lay there in bed with Alexis tucked next to me, listening to her snoring like a bear. I really hoped it was the result of her being pregnant and not a habit I’d have to endure for the rest of our lives. I’d gladly do it if it meant spending forever with her, but it wouldn’t be my first choice of endearing qualities if anyone asked. I leaned over and smoothed her hair before kissing her forehead. Who did I think I was kidding? I didn’t care if she farted like a flatulent rhinoceros, she was mine, and I wouldn’t kick her out of bed for any reason.
I moved Alexis into my suite the very next day. Surprisingly, she didn’t put up a fuss. Her event finally did become my pet project, and between her, my mom, and me, we had everything humming along, ready for the big day well in advance. There would be minor details to handle in the final few months left, but we all felt the occasion would be a rousing success.
A couple weeks after our reconciliation, I got a frantic call from Alexis. She’d been out shopping for baby things with my mother while I remained at the hotel. Excitement and fear ripped through me when I heard her voice.
“Kent, you need to hurry. We’re at the hospital emergency room. It’s time! It’s time!”
I dropped the phone in a panic before picking it back up and assuring her I’d be right there. I ran to my car like the devil was chasing me. It was too soon. She still had six weeks to go. What would this mean for our baby’s health? Was he or she in danger? Was Alexis? These and a million more thoughts and fears were swimming in my mind as I tore through the streets to get to the hospital.
I left my car in front of the emergency entrance, not caring whether it was towed away. When I burst through the doors and headed toward the nurse’s station, or whatever it was called, I was surprised when I heard Alexis call my name. I turned to find her and my mom, calmly seated in the waiting area.
“What the hell are you guys doing out here? Why haven’t they taken you back, yet? Let me go tell them to get off their asses!”
“Relax, Kent,” my mother began. “Alexis is just a little excited.”
I turned back to her, noticing her face was alight with anticipation, her eyes wide and joyful as she all but bounced in her chair.
“I’m sorry, I got carried away when I called. It’s not me who’s in labor, it’s Stacy!”
No sooner did the words leave her mouth than Gage came hustling into the waiting area, the same panic I’d had written all over his face.
“Where is she?” he asked urgently as his eyes roamed over the waiting area, no doubt searching for his fiancée.
“They took her back right away. Go! Go to the desk, and they’ll take you to her.”
He stood there as if stunned until I slapped him on the back and spun him toward the check-in area.
“Go, man! Go!” I exclaimed, the relief and excitement for my friend finally taking over.
Then I sank down into the chairs, letting my heart rate go back to normal, and settled in for a very long wait.
“You scared the shit out of me, Alexis!” I told her as I took her hand.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, laughing happily. “I wasn’t even thinking about myself or how I sounded. We’d all been out shopping for baby clothes when Stacy’s water broke. I was in crisis mode!”
“Well, it was a good practice run,” my mom said with a hint of amusement in her voice. “At least now, we know Kent can get here in less than fifteen minutes during the height of traffic.”
“That reminds me, I better go move my car if they haven’t already towed it,” I said, standing and kissing Alexis on the lips.
Fortunately for me, I reached my car just as the tow truck was pulling into the driveway. Without any further delay, I hopped in and moved it to a parking spot as close to the doors as I could, which was all the way across the lot. I’m sure the truck driver wasn’t too happy to have been called out for nothing, but I’d beat him fair and square. I returned to the waiting room, walking past a disgruntled security guard who tried to bitch me out. I just kept walking.
Several hours and three stiff and aching backs later, especially Alexis’—I’d tried to get her to go home so she could be more comfortable, but she refused—Gage finally returned to the waiting room, looking ragged but elated.
“They moved her to the maternity wing of the hospital. Let me take you there so you can meet our son,” he said with a proud smile, his chest puffed up with pride.
We followed him through a winding route on the ground floor, then up three more on the elevator. When we entered the room, a very tired looking Stacy laid in the bed, cradling the smallest human being I’d ever seen. She gave us a bright, but weary smile.
“Come meet Harrison Michael Blackstone,” she said, overflowing with pride.
Alexis nearly vaulted over the bed rail to snatch the baby up. Stacy laughed, telling her to calm down before giving the precious bundle to her. Watching both their faces soften as Alexis held him, I turned to Gage.
“Harry? Really, dude? I know you’re into the whole Potter thing, but you’re going to make your kid go through life with a name like Harry?”
“I’m just lucky Stacy agreed to it,” he admitted.
“That’s real love,” I muttered.
“Shut up, Kent, and come look at this precious little man!” Alexis urged me.
I moved to her side from where I’d been standing at the foot of the bed with my mother. I could see she was itching to get her hands on the baby too, so I motioned her forward.
“I think I’ll wait to hold a baby for the first time when it’s ours,” I said quietly.
Alexis smiled wide as she delicately placed Harry into my mom’s arms. She immediately began to coo and whisper all kinds of nonsense to him. He started crying within seconds, and she reluctantly relinquished him to a concerned Stacy.
“It’s probably time for him to eat,” my mom said, coming back to join us. “We should go and let these three have some time alone together.”
We smiled as one, gave a final round of congratulations with the promise to visit them at home as soon as they were ready for guests, and left them to the bliss of new parenthood.
That night, Alexis and I lay in bed, dreaming of our own baby.
“We’ve never discussed names,” I pointed out, pulling her close to my side. She took up her favorite cuddling position, her head resting in the crook of my shoulder.
“I’ve been thinking about it. What do you think of Adeline after your mom if it’s a girl?” she suggested.
“Adeline sounds like someone’s grandmother’s name to me. How about Adele for a middle name?”
Alexis nodded her head thoughtfully while she contemplated it.
“You want to know what I think?” I asked as soon as the notion hit me.
“Of course, I do,” Alexis replied, looking at me eagerly.
“I think we should wait until we meet him or her. If we’re going to be surprised what he is, it seems only fitting we also be surprised as to who he is.”
“He or she,” she corrected me.
“He or she,” I repeated, rolling to my side, wrapping my other arm around her.
“Today was so exciting, I can’t imagine when it’s our turn,” I said, my mind wandering back to her phone call. I’d never moved faster in my life. I’d probably break my neck next time.
“I feel the same,” she said before quickly grabbing my hand and placing it on her belly. I felt a hard bump slide across her abdomen. I looked at her in wonder.
“I should have done that for you ages ago,” she said regretfully. “But he
re’s a brief introduction to your son or daughter. That’s his or her bottom.”
I just laughed, keeping my hand against her, thoroughly amazed to feel the movement inside her body, wondering what it must feel like to her.
“We don’t have much longer before the birth. What do you say we take a short trip?” I suggested, wanting to squeeze out some of time on our own before we no longer could.
“I think we should just lock ourselves away in here for a few days with strict instructions to everyone not to bother us. Traveling too far from the hospital isn’t a great idea with the big day so close at hand.”
In the end, I conceded she was right. We agreed to hole up in the suite as soon as we tied up some loose ends for the after party on New Year’s Eve. We were planning a major blow out to end the entire conference with various sexy performers circulating with the guests. We had plans to audition several Shibari rope experts, which Alexis was particularly looking forward to. We told both my mom and dad we’d be locking ourselves away for a whole week after that, and they promised to run interference on any issues that came up.
The following Wednesday, we met with our first demonstrator, Cord Meister. He assured us it was his real name, not a pseudonym. He claimed it was a sign of his calling. Mr. Meister arrived in my office without an assistant, apologizing because she’d been urgently called out of town. Cord explained he came alone, anyway because he didn’t want to miss out on such a big opportunity.
“Well, how can you possibly show us anything without someone to tie up?” I asked incredulously while standing behind Alexis’ chair and rubbing her shoulders and back. She wasn’t feeling well, complaining of being hot and uncomfortable, and I was doing my best to give her some relief. Meisterburger here was a waste of time, time I could spend taking care of her while she relaxed in bed.
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