I find out on my birthday, when he surprises me with beignets for breakfast in bed.
Beignets that he serves naked, wearing nothing but a kitchen towel thrown over his shoulder.
It’s so hard not to laugh at the scene: Micah standing there with his cock out, the pierced tip covered in whipped cream, holding a tray of fresh-baked pastries.
I lick my lips playfully and give him a wink. “If I choke to death on a ring on my birthday, I’m coming back to haunt you.”
Micah sets the tray down across the room and walks to my side of the bed. He grabs his shaft and gives it a couple of good tugs. “You haven’t choked on this ring yet, babe. I think you’re safe.”
“How is fellatio a birthday gift forme? Seems likeyou’rereaping all the benefits.”
“It’s a surprise. You have to lick through the whipped cream to find out.”
Now, at this point, I’m more than a little round in the belly area. Getting on my hands and knees on the mattress is a pain in the ass, but I’m willing to play this game. Once I’veoofedmyself into position, I start licking around the edge of his head, getting whipped cream on the tip of my nose in the process. Micah shudders and grabs a handful of my hair.
“Come on, baby. Don’t tease. Get it all.”
Starting at the underside of the head, I lick up and over, like it’s an ice cream cone.
An ice cream cone with a thick metal ring in it—and something else in the ring thatclinksagainst it when I bump them with my tongue.
I pull back in shock and see something glinting through the cream—something other than Micah’s usual jewelry. I look up at him through my lashes, and he wipes the whipped cream off my nose with his other hand.
“Just a little more, baby. Lick it clean like a good girl, so you can see your surprise.”
More cream comes off with every eager swipe of my tongue until I reveal Micah’s surprise: a stunning tension-set round diamond solitaire ring. Rather than putting it inside one of the beignets, he hung it on his Prince Albert piercing to keep me from accidentally swallowing it.
My jaw drops, and to my greater surprise, he doesn’t take advantage. Instead, he places a finger under my chin and closes my mouth, again wiping excess cream from my face.
While I kneel there on the bed, totally stunned, Micah opens the hinged segment of his piercing and slides the engagement ring off. He takes a knee beside the bed, putting us eye-to-eye, and holds my left hand in his.
“Iris Natalie Bridges, I’ve loved you almost from the moment I first saw you next door. I love your smiles and your frowns. I love how your skin gets so hot and pink when you get embarrassed, or when we fuck. I love how good you are with Hailey, how naturally you handle her. I love how determined you are to be a good mom to her and our new baby. I love the way you accept me completely, the way you just roll with my craziness. I love every single solitary thing about you, and I can’t imagine a day of my life without you in it. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
Even though a part of me expected this question eventually, I find myself frozen in place now that he’s actually asking it.
“Well?”
Words. He’s expecting words. What are words again?
“Y-yes, Micah. A thousand times, yes!”
His mouth spreads into a stunning smile, and he slides the sticky ring on my left ring finger. The fit is a little off—probably because of the pregnancy swelling—so it only goes on partway. I’ll have to put it on a necklace until after the baby comes.
Once the ring’s on as far as it’ll go, Micah takes the kitchen towel and wipes any excess whipped cream off the ring. He also wipes himself clean, though I thought I did a pretty decent job of it.
“Don’t want to get any sugar in that pretty pussy of yours, baby. Now that you’re all mine, I plan on giving you the hottest birthday pregnancy sex you’ve ever had.”
I giggle as Micah eases me back onto the bed. “That should be easy; I’ve never had birthday pregnancy sex before.”
He spreads my legs and crawls between them, caressing my round belly like it’s the sexiest fucking thing he’s ever seen. “Birthday pregnancy sex is awesome. I know I enjoy it. You’re so full and ripe with my baby, soGoddamnsexy … Trust me, Iris. This is gonna blow your mind.” He teases my entrance with his fingers, dipping them in and curling them to hit that sweet spot inside. My back arches, and he places his other hand on my belly. “Fuck, that’s hot. So sexy … But I know this position isn’t comfortable for you right now. Let’s get you on your knees again, baby.”
With Micah’s help, I roll back over and get back on my hands and knees. I can’t see what he’s doing behind me, so the slow, sensual lick he gives me from my clit to my asshole startles me. I shudder, and he chuckles.
“Forget the beignets; I’m eating this for breakfast.”
And he does. He eats me until I’m panting and bucking and screaming, all the while stroking my belly and moaning to himself.
Then, once I think he’s done working that magical tongue of his, he straightens and lines up our hips. “Hang onto something, Iris. Grab that headboard, because I’m going to pound the fuck out of you.”
