chapter fourty-Three
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LaSalle
Another month later…
I stand in the entrance to our new master bathroom watching my wife. She doesn’t even feel me here. That’s one more thing to add to my list.
I’ve been taking note of a few things lately. I just stand and observe. I’m dressed in shorts, a t-shirt, and tennis shoes to go for a run, but after sending the kids off for school, I found Tasha standing here in the bathroom. She’s gripping the counter mumbling to herself.
I smirk. She may not, but I know what the problem is. My eyes roll over her body that’s incased in a pink silk robe. I know she’s completely naked underneath. She overslept this morning and Sammy came running in our bedroom.
She tugged the robe on as Sammy stood whining in the waiting area, as Tasha has taught him to do. We don’t lock the bedroom door for emergencies, but Sammy has come running in nearly getting an eye full. Tasha made sure from that day to sit him down and give him the small boundary.
Between being dazed, waking up late, and Sammy’s whining, Tasha only had time to tighten the belt on her robe and rush into being a mother. I smile as I think those words. Tasha runs my home with so much love.
She shifts at the counter and her ass wiggles beneath the soft fabric. I can’t just watch any longer. I push off the wall and saunter over to her. I wrap my arms around her and reach for her full swollen breasts.
I dip my head to her ear. “I have the answers to your questions,” I whisper as she jumps in my arms, startled.
~B~
Tasha
I sag back into LaSalle, as I will my heart to slow down. He just scared the shit out of me. I was so deep in my thoughts I hadn’t heard him come in. I thought he was going for his morning run after dropping the kids to school.
Sammy was accepted into a gifted program that Brenda raved about. I’ve been missing my little sidekick during the day. This new house is so big and I’m still trying to figure out what I want to do with a few rooms.
My mind registers that LaSalle just said something to me. I crane my neck and look up at him. My brows furrow as I can’t seem to process what he’s just said.
LaSalle squeezes my sensitive breasts and I moan at the sore bite to them. He bends to nip my parted lips. My juices flood my core instantly.
“You’ve never had a child before,” LaSalle says against my lips. “I’ve had three. I know when my woman is carrying my child.”
“What,” I breathe.
LaSalle slides his hands down to the ties of my robe. He releases them and parts the fabric, exposing my bare skin beneath. I shiver a little, but try to stay focused. Something that has not been easy the last few days.
“I’ve been watching you for days. You’ve been sleeping more. Your breasts have been much fuller. You’re unfocused, which is so unlike you,” LaSalle pushes my robe from my shoulders, and nips my shoulder. “And you taste and feel like you are with child. My child.”
“There’s no way you can know that,” I murmur.
“Yes, there is. After I make my pregnant wife scream in ecstasy, I’ll prove it,” he croons.
“Prove it how?” I wrinkle my brows.
“We’re going to go get you a test,” he says before capturing my lips in a deep kiss.
I forget my words as LaSalle fries my last brain cells. I push my fingers into his hair. His lips feel extra satiny this morning, as they slide across mine.
His hands slide down my sides, to my front, caressing my belly softly. I allow his words to finally set in. I’ve been trying to count back and figure out my last cycle all morning. They’ve never been too regular.
Just the thought of him being right makes me want him even more. I lift into him on my toes, tugging his head closer to me. I can feel his erection pressing into me from behind.
“I’m going to love watching you swell with my baby,” LaSalle growls against my lips.
He breaks the kiss and pulls his shirt over his head. With the look, he pins me with as I look over my shoulder, I know not to move. He places his hands on my hips and kneels behind me.
I grip the edge of the counter as his large hands part my cheeks. I’m still looking at him over my shoulder. His grey eyes are burning back at me.
My hold on the counter tightens and I bite my lip as he starts to slowly devour me. It’s the slowest torture I’ve ever been through. My head spins with so many thoughts.
Almost eight months ago, I was hiding in a bathroom watching someone else be pleasured like this, with no idea it could feel this incredible. Now here I am, married to the man who has had my heart all my life. In another eight or nine months, I’ll have this man’s baby.
LaSalle licks me from my clit, all the way to my puckered hole. I squirm and wiggle closer to him. I’m teetering on the edge. Knowing this, he stands to his feet and lifts my right leg onto the counter. In one swift motion, he shoves his running shorts down his hips.
I lick my lips in anticipation. LaSalle grasps my hips and leans in to kiss my lips. He enters me slowly, purposefully.
I reach for the mirror in front of me, panting. LaSalle grabs my jaw and turns my head to face the mirror. He turns my head to look into the mirror.
Our eyes meet in our reflection. “Look,” he breathes in my ear. “Do you see your body changing. That’s our baby doing that.”
I look at myself, truly look, and I can see it. My breasts look fuller as they bounce with the motion of LaSalle rocking into me. My nipples look enlarged. Call me crazy, but I even seem to be glowing at this moment.
“You see it, don’t you?” LaSalle rasps.
“Yes,” I whimper.
He increases his pace, causing my eyes to return to his. The look I find there is so intense, it would scare me, if I didn’t understand this man. His eyes burn with love, desire, possession, and need. More than a need for my body, but a need to protect, a need to be everything I need.
LaSalle reaches to cup my breasts, my back arches. He rolls his hips into me, causing me to feel him all over. My arms are still pressed to the mirror, but they are shaking.
“Our babies are going to be gorgeous. Look at their mother,” he grunts in my ear. “Stop trying to hold back, Baby. Let go.”
My head falls back and I cry out for him. I’m grasping for my release, but it’s just outside of my reach. LaSalle growls, reaching down for my button.
My eyes squeeze shut as he starts to pound into me anew. The sexy slapping of our bodies inundates the room, mingling with my cries and LaSalle’s heavy pants and groans.
“Tasha,” LaSalle bellows, almost like a command for me to come.
My body responds as his seed fills me with heat. I cry out so loudly, I swear the room shakes. LaSalle kisses my forehead.
“Come, you sleep. When I get back, I’ll have a test for you,” he says with a smile in his voice. “Then we can start planning for our little one.”
All I can do is give him a sleepy smile in the mirror. I’m having LaSalle’s baby. I want to pinch myself.