Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
very dirty things to you. Like inspect every single birthmark and freckle that runs across your skin with my lips. Lick every inch of skin until I’m sure that I’ve tasted all of you.”I drop my robe, bare naked in front of him and his eyes trail every dip and curve of my body. “How about this? Does this make it hot…?”
I don’t even get the word hotter out before he’s all over me—kissing me, running his hands up and down my body, making me ache for him. “Need you, Mia.”
“Well, come get me, big boy.” My hands find his belt buckle when there’s a knock on the door. We fly apart like we’ve caught fire, and Brooks turns so he can push his raging boner down. I bend, grabbing the robe and draping it over my shoulders.
The door opens a crack. “Everything okay here?”
Brooks grunts behind me, clearly disappointed, and holds me in front of him. I’m assuming he doesn’t want to share how turned on he is with the nurse. “Yeah, come on in,” I call out.
“So, Dr. Morgan wanted me to give you some pamphlets and website links for any questions you may have. I think she already gave you the prenatal information and her card, but if not, it’s in the packet as well. Anything else you two need before you go?”
I look back at Brooks and he winks. “No, I think we’re good.”
“Awesome. Don’t forget to stop by the front desk on your way out.”
“Oh, we won’t,” Brooks pipes up. She grins at us one more time, and with a congrats, she’s gone.
I go to grab my clothes from the chair, but Brooks beats me to it. “Let me help you.”
“Weren’t you the one who just wanted to ravish me in the doctor’s office?”
Dimples light up his face. “Hasn’t changed, but the faster I can get you clothed… the faster I can get you in the privacy of our home to do any number of naughty things with you.”
A yawn takes over, and I cover my mouth with my hand. “Ahhh.”
He chuckles. “Right after you take a nap. You were up kind of early today.”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
Leaning down, he holds out my panties for me to step into. He pulls them slowly up my legs, and my libido goes on a rampage. Apparently, my pre-pregnant horny was nothing compared to now…
He pulls them the last bit up over my ass and smacks it, then kisses my front. I love it when his lips are on my body. Pulling back, he lifts my bra. The black lace tickles my sensitive nipples, and I can’t help but let out a giggle.
As he turns me to get the back clasped, he kisses my shoulder and my neck. Each kiss, another zap to my already tingly skin from him, just being this close to me. I’m losing it, about to ask him to strip and do me right on the floor… but I figure someone else would knock on the door and interrupt us again… I won’t do that to Brooks and his raging boner.
Lifting my arms, he slides my cat graphic tee shirt over my head and bends to get my leggings, but I tsk him. “Oh no, you let me put those on myself.”
I make a big deal of bending over slowly while biting my lip and looking over my shoulder at him. I slip each leg over my feet and pull up ever so slowly, making sure he sees every single movement. A low moan comes from Brooks’ throat as he stands stoking himself behind me. “Problem?” I wink.
“You’re being a tease, Mia. You remember what happens when bad girls tease? They get spanked.”
“Oooo, you gonna go all bossy on me, Brooksy?”
“You’re working your way up to not being allowed to come later. Add in that you left me high and dry after getting me all worked up last night, and it’s looking like a long afternoon of build-up and let down for you.”
I raise my hand to my chest, faking shock. “You wouldn’t…”
“Keep teasing, and we’ll see.”
“Ya know, you were such a sweet little innocent thing a couple months ago…”
He winks at me. “I’d say by the way you’re squirming, you definitely prefer the new and improved Brooks.”
Damn, he’s good. That was about the sexiest, un-strip tease I’ve ever had in my life. He leaned in and kissed me once before picking up my bag and turning to leave. The kiss left me in a lust induced haze, and my brain was simply puttering along. I think I can. I think I can.
He helps me put on my winter jacket and gloves. The cold has chosen to stick around, and that means the holidays will be coming soon. I hate the holidays.
Every single holiday growing up made me bitter. Thanksgiving was always a fight. Christmas was just another day where you didn’t get presents, and my parents would yet again fight. I didn’t look forward to them this year, but maybe with Brooks, it would be different. Soon, we would have a child to spoil on the holidays, and I needed to get over my hatred for them.
He looked back over his shoulder as he walked purposefully toward the door. “You coming, Mia?”
“Not yet, but I hope to be soon.”
“Let’s get going then. Good orgasms are being wasted as we speak…”
We walk down the hall together, his arm around my waist and mine around his. I think to myself that we may just be alright.
It’s been weeks since we got to see our little nugget for the first time on that black and white screen in Dr. Morgan’s office. I’ve seen her twice since then, just for monthly exams and check-ups. The holidays have come and gone, leaving me in disbelief that it’s New Years’.
Since I found out about the baby, I’d called Rising Tides and asked them to postpone my showing. I had too many other things going on