to place a soft kiss on her flat belly. Then again. He laid his cheek against her, waiting for her answer.
“I don’t know. Not for a few months at the earliest, I think.”
He stripped off her panties while he was down there and quickly shed his clothes, his palm traveling the length of her body before circling her stomach again. “This is a trip. Suddenly I feel like I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m afraid of hurting you.”
Sara laughed, pulling him back up and rubbing her hands over his perfectly sculpted, mouthwatering pecs. “This is no different than the other times.”
“Yeah, but… it kind of is.”
“I was pregnant two of the three times we’ve done this. I was in a man-made shelter in the middle of nowhere two of those three times. I think we’re okay to do this. Besides, I’m extremely horny.”
“Hmmm,” he said with a grin, bending.
A moan rose from her throat as his hot mouth closed over her nipple. “That’s more like it.”
He stood, his fingers traveling lightly up her inner thigh. His lips graced her neck, leaving a warm trail up to her chin. His fingers traced the lips of her sex, and one finger dipped in.
“Ohhh, Mikey,” she said, her eyes fluttering. “I’ll never get tired of this.”
“Neither will I.”
Quickly, he stood and pulled back the covers on the bed. He lifted her again and gently settled her in a moment later. Rather than pulling the blankets over to cover them, he laid her on her back and settled between her legs, kissing down her stomach.
He paused near her belly button. “Just go to sleep, little peanut. I need to talk to your momma awhile.”
She laughed, running her hands through his thick black hair. His hands pushed her thighs apart right before his tongue dipped into her folds. Sara arched back, clutching the bedsheets. His mouth took in her sex, sucking hard, pulling a moan from deep in her body. His fingers worked inside her, rubbing just right, working in sync with his tongue.
“Hmmm, Mikey,” she gushed. “I love you.”
His tongue worked around her as he sucked, two fingers working her body into an intense heat. Her hips pushed up; she needed more. Her breathing labored. Her back arched.
“Mmmm,” she breathed, eyes squeezed shut.
His mouth sucked harder, his fingers rubbed just right. Her hips worked up and down, pumping harder. Her body screamed for release.
“Oh, Mikey—oh Mikey, OH MIKEY!” She clutched his hair and yanked with the ferocity of the orgasm. Her body exploded, then shattered.
After she settled, she licked her lips, incapable of moving any larger part of her body. “Oh my… word.”
Mikey crawled up her limp form.
“No, wait.” She willed herself to move. “I’ll give you a few seconds in heaven.”
His deep chuckle sounded near her ear, right before he lightly licked her lobe. “Next time. Let’s cuddle.”
Her legs spread wider to accommodate his large body. Before she could even nod, his sizable manhood parted her sex and filled her in a firm thrust. He kissed her passionately, one of his hands cupping a breast.
“I love you, Sara,” he murmured against her mouth, the sensations from his body lighting her on fire.
He kissed her again as he drove, his body working low over hers. His hips swung into her, harder, winding her up. She ran her hands up the back of him, her body starting to tense.
“Oh God, Mikey. Oh, oh God. Oh…” She gritted her teeth, the pleasure so sweet it cut. His kisses, fervent and incensed, heartfelt, burned her up. Pressure pushed at her from all sides.
“Mmmm.” She strove harder, clutching his back. Kissing him with passion she barely understood. Loving him in a way that consumed her soul.
“Oh, Mikey,” she cried. “Ohhhh!”
Her body blasted apart. Pleasure crashed into her. His body shuddered over hers.
After they’d paused, holding each other, catching their breath, Mikey removed his weight to the side and curled around her possessively. His hand lay on her stomach as they drifted off to sleep.
* * *
“C’mon, Sara, go get a present from Santa.” Denise, Sara’s mom, tried to edge her three-year-old daughter out into the crowd of kids hovered around Santa Claus and his booming voice.
Sara shrank back into her chair, bowing her head to hide from the scary animation of one of the fathers dressed up for the mass of kids.
“C’mon, Sara, it’s just Santa. He has presents. Look at all the kids out there. Go join them.” Denise nudged her daughter toward the laughing