Each hook was undone slowly, carefully, starting from below her belly button on up. He didn’t make any comments about her muffin top or her little stomach pooch. He didn’t make a comment about her breasts being big and fatty. He didn’t talk about her full hips or thick thighs.
Instead, he devoured her with his eyes, all the while stroking his manhood, readying himself for her.
“How many, Marnie?” She stared at him, tilting her head. “How many men?”
“Four. Three. It was really only three,” she said shaking her head.
“I’m number four and the last. Got it?”
“No arguments from me. What number am I? It seems only fair, Mitch.”
“You are number nine. Women have given me blow jobs or hand jobs, sorry to be crass. But only nine were intercourse, with protection.”
“I’m shocked by that. I was thinking like a hundred.” He laughed out loud shaking his head as he wrapped her naked body in his arms, holding her flesh to his own.
“A hundred? I’m not a gigolo,” he grinned. “My brother and I were very careful and very particular. None of those women were women I wanted to bring home to my parents. But it does beg a question for you.”
“What’s that?” she asked, swaying in his arms.
“Protection?” She stopped, thinking to herself. “If you say it’s up to me, Marnie, I’m going to say none. I want a life with you, with babies. Lots of babies that we can raise together. But if you want to wait for that, I’ll consider it.”
“Consider it, huh?” she chuckled. “I have to be honest, it’s not something I’ve given much thought. I mean, I want kids but I never thought it would happen. What if you left me?”
“I won’t.”
“What if something happens and I’m pregnant and you change your mind?”
“I won’t.”
“What if…”
“Marnie! I am going nowhere. Nowhere. I’m here, with you, loving you now and forever. We can get married tomorrow, next week, or next month but I am not going anywhere. I will be your husband and the father of our children.
“Now, if something were to occur while I was on a mission, my family would be here for you. Hopefully, you can already see how much they love you and have embraced you.”
“How many?”
“How many in my family?”
“No. How many babies?” she grinned.
“Obviously at least three,” he smirked. She laughed, shaking her head, the ponytail brushing against his arm. There was a low growl emanating from his chest and it made her hot.
“Now Mitch. Please. Before I get scared and pass out.”
She wasn’t even sure how she got on the bed, lying on her back with her legs wide and Mitch beautifully positioned to enter her. He started slowly, a little at a time, allowing her to stretch and get used to him. When he was buried, there was no mercy.
He wanted this woman. He wanted to possess her, to feel her body respond to his own, over and over again. She didn’t scream, she didn’t cry out, she made these sexy little moans and groans that ignited his body to another level.
It was obvious to Mitch that she hadn’t been with a man in a very long time. She had her first orgasm within minutes. The next took just a little longer. But each time, his sweet girl responded to him just like he dreamed and hoped she would.
She surprised him when she took control, straddling his body in reverse as he sat up gripping that ponytail with one hand and reaching around her body with the other to entice those luscious nipples.
His baby was willing to try it all. She knew that she was safe with him and he would never leave her. How could he? How could he leave the woman who had completely bewitched him and stolen his heart.
It was love making in the bed, on the floor, in the kitchen, on the sofa, and then the shower. In the morning, they started all over again. When she rolled over and looked at the clock, she moaned her disappointment.
“I have to be at the hospital this morning,” she said with some fear.
