"What are you doing here?"
"Since you haven't been answering my calls, I decided to stop by and pay you a visit. We need to talk," Mira said to her former lover, standing on his stoop, holding an umbrella over her head.
"About what?" he asked, standing in the doorway.
She rubbed her swollen belly. "Have you forgotten that I'm pregnant? And it could possibly be your child?" she asked, with indignation.
He sensed that Mira had an attitude, and his remarks were not helping, so he lightened up. He stepped aside, opening the door wider, and said, "Of course I haven't forgotten. Come on in, and get out of the rain."
Mira closed the big black umbrella and stepped inside. "Were you busy? I didn't mean to barge in, but--"
He grabbed her around her expanded waist. "You don't need an excuse to come here; you're welcome anytime." He kissed her lightly on the lips. "I'm sorry I haven't returned your calls, but I was in Paris on business, and just returned last night. How are you and the baby?"
Mira warmed from his kiss, and his tender embrace. He had a way of disarming her, and making her feel at ease. Mira Rhone was a high-powered executive and was used to being in control and commanding attention, but around her former lover, she turned into a cream puff. "We're fine."
He helped her out of her wet coat, hung it on a hook near the door, and then rubbed her belly. "Yes, you are fine! Even pregnant, you're sexy as hell." Mira was a natural beauty with honey-colored skin, light brown eyes, and coal black hair, which she usually wore in a tight chignon, but today, it was loose and curly. He hugged her tighter, bringing her as close to him as possible. They had always had a healthy sex life, and suddenly he felt the urge to revisit the past. "You smell so good," he said, nuzzling his nose into her neck.
Mira wanted to pull away. She didn't come here to be seduced by him, but he was drawing her in with his smooth talk. "Thanks." She took a step back. "Listen, we need to talk about the baby, and how you plan to handle fatherhood, if it turns out that you are indeed the father," she said, getting to the reason she had come to his flat.
"Don't worry, I'll step up to the plate if need be." As hespoke, his hands trailed from her waist up to her enlarged breasts. "And, you feel good, too," he said, rubbing her chest.
Mira bit her bottom lip. She didn't want to give in to his advances, but she couldn't deny how good it felt being close to him again. They hadn't made love in months. Though she hated to admit it, she did miss his touch. "You'd better stop, before--"
"Before what?" he cut her off. "Before you get pregnant?" He chuckled.
"Ha, ha. Aren't you the comedian?"
"I'm not trying to be funny. I'm trying to seduce you," he said, kissing her neck, and sucking her earlobes.
Mira could feel her juices beginning to flow. She hadn't had sex since she began to show, and she was getting hornier by the second. Her doctor had told her that having sex was perfectly fine. "Well, if that's the case, do less talking and more kissing," she said, giving into her feelings.
He didn't say another word. He took her hand and led her to his bedroom. Once inside, he began unbuttoning her blouse. "Damn," he shook his head, taking in her ripe boobs, propped up in a lace bra. "Your tits look good enough to eat!"
Mira unsnapped the bra, and let the girls fall free. "Be my guest."
He leaned down, covered her nipples with his mouth, and began sucking like they were the best thing he had ever tasted.
"Mmm, that feels so good!"
He took her by the waist, while still feasting on her titties, and sat her down on the bed, then gently eased her back. He stopped long enough to take off his jeans and T-shirt, and then helped Mira out of her clothes.
"I've missed your dick," she said, stroking the swollen head of his cock.
"And he's missed you, too. Turn over to your side."
Mira turned over, and stuck her butt out inviting him to enter her pussy from behind.
He eased the head in first, and then began slowly grinding farther into her slippery canal.
"Ohhh, babbbyy," she sang out.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked, concerned.
"No. Don't stop; it feels too good."
He reached for her tits, and held on while fucking her softly. He pumped from behind, getting all the way inside. "You feel soooo gooodd," he whispered in her ear.
"You do, too."
He continued grinding, until he was on the verge of orgasm. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
"Me, too! Harder, harder," she commanded, making sure to reach her climax.
He obliged until they were both singing the same song. "I'm cumming!!!"
After their heated love session, they fell fast asleep for the next few hours. Mira felt safe and content. She had come over to talk, but making love was much better. They had reconnected;now she had no doubt that he was committed to her and the baby.
However, that was nearly two months ago, and she hadn't heard from him since.
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