It
was nearly ten P.M. when Oliver and Kema were able to get back to their room.
They had ridden up in the elevator with Dare and Wumi who had come off first.
Steven and Tari were the first to leave the restaurant, claiming they were
rushing back to see their baby.
Kema
stuck the key-card in and pushed the door to their hotel room open. She walked
in, Oliver right behind her.
The
instant the door shut after them, Oliver veered on Kema, pressing her to the
wall by the door with his big body.
She
stared up into his eyes, flaming, vivid eyes, with pupils dilated.
Automatically, damp heat gathered between her thighs.
“Why
didn’t you drink any of the champagne? I watched you all night. You didn’t
drink one drop.”
Kema
smiled. She murmured, “Sometimes I forget how observant you are.” Gulping air
into her lungs, she added, “Oliver, I’m… we… are pregnant.”
His
eyes expanded and he staggered backward. His voice shook. “What? H-how far
along?”
“Over
two months.”
“Two
months! Kema. Why didn’t you-”
“I
wanted to be sure. After that scare I had, remember? …I had to make sure,
before I told you. But, baby…” framing his face with her hands, she whispered,
“I’m sure now. We’re going to have a baby.”
“Kema…
I’m… Kema, we’re going to have our own child… together… I’m… speechless…”
Kema
laughed softly. He looked like a small boy, eager, galvanized. Like Santa Claus
had just presented him with the world.
“I’m
overcome, baby…” He murmured.
“Yes,
I noticed.” She giggled.
And
as he stared down at her, the wonder in his eyes magnified and transformed into
flaming arousal. His gaze zoomed in on her lips.
With
a groan, he swooped down on her, imprisoning her mouth with his.
She
raised her face to his, giving him full access to her mouth. Her body hummed,
on the verge of bursting into song.
He
devoured her. She let him.
Their
tongues melded into one. And then the warmth from their linked mouths surged
throughout her blood, to her nerve endings, through to the pores in her skin.
Electrifying
her. Making her ravenous.
Her
hands flew forward, yanking at his belt, plucking open the button on the
waistband of his trousers, and then zipping down.
Oliver’s
mouth scorched hers. He reached out for her trousers, tugging them down, over
her hips and butt.
Twisting
his head to the right, digging inside her mouth with his fiery tongue, he
moaned.
Damn.
He couldn’t wait one second longer. Powered by an instinct older than time,
Oliver’s groin pushed against hers, rotating. He dragged his mouth from hers to
gawk at her face and stare into her eyes.
Breathing
like she had run a marathon, Kema took her trousers and panties off completely,
abandoning them on the carpet.
Oliver’s
trousers fell to his ankles. His thick penis rose, hungry, questing.
He
clutched her buttocks, lifting her to his waist.
She
wrapped her legs around him and then flinging her arms around his neck, she
watched him insert his penis into her hot nub.
“Yessss.”
She hissed as he thrust deep into her, his bulk filling her totally.
With
eyes shut, mouth open, Oliver flexed his hips, his hard organ pounding into
every spot in her vagina.
Oh
my, so wet, so tight. He could only moan, “Kema baby, Kema baby…” on and on and
on.
Moving
in unison with him, Kema felt him quiver. Her legs around him tightened.
And
then he opened his eyes, fixing his gaze on her beautiful face. His wife, his
soul.
Bringing
his mouth near her lips, he whispered, “I love you, Kema, my darling.”
The End
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The Unhinged Book Series; Book 1, 2, and 3 will be out this 2016. Find out more at the Unhinged Books page
