El won’t stop squirming. Maybe because I am fingering her. Her eyelids flutter as she tries not to make a sound, the naughty part of me takes that as a challenge and I push another finger inside her vagina. She glares at me through the mirror, her nails sink into the drawer but I don’t stop. I don’t want to stop.
We’re getting ready for the doctor’s appointment. We need to make sure before we announce it.
El’s phone rings. Her mother. Mischief crawls into my eyes, my leg goes between hers to separate them. The warning in her eyes inspires me to be naughty, I unzip her skirt and drag her panties down her ass.
“Pick,” I whisper into her ear. I cup her ass. “Pick, baby.” She moans in protest and I spank her. “Pick.”
The phone stops ringing, El heaves a sigh. I chuckle when the phone begins ringing. My dick pokes her cunt, a whimper leaves her lips and she flattens her hands on the mirror. I cup her breasts, eyes holding hers. El watches, waiting for my next move. My dick pushes inside of her and slips out. At her groan, I grin.
“Pick,” I whisper into her ear, slowing my pace even more. “Or God help me, you won’t come.” Her hand shakes as she picks. A wicked glint shines in my eyes, I rub her clit, tracing small circles over it. “Go on.”
She does and I slam into her. “Ma,” El gasps into the receiver. The phone almost falls from her grip and I wait for her to compose herself before shoving my length into her warmth again. Her eyes close, she lets out a silent gasp and leans into me. “Yes. I’m okay.” Another wicked thrust and she cries out, “Brandon.”
I chuckle against her neck, her eyes fly open and she stomps on my feet. My sexy vixen.
Her juices coat my fingers and my hips rock against hers as my dick slides in and out in a painfully slow motion. My fingers trail her parted lips, I push them into her mouth and she sucks them to the knuckles.
The throbbing in my groin intensifies, I bend her over and grab her waist. She groans.
“Ma, I’ll call you back,” she spits out and ends the call without waiting to hear a response.
Her eyes burn. I scoop her into my arms before she gets a word out and drop her by the foot of the bed.
I pull off her panties, leaving her in only her top. I cup her hairless pubis, my voice a whisper when I say, “Get on the bed.” El shuffles to the bed and I climb in behind her. She grins. Naughty. “On your knees.”
She shoots her ass up, chest flush against the bed. I lick my lips, then pepper kisses all over her soft ass. Fisting her hair, my dick rams into her core without warning. El cries out but I go again, harder than the first time. I spread her ass, taking turns to spank each cheek as I continue pounding into her. Rough and fast. She balls the sheets, clenches and unclenches her fists but she never tells me to stop. I don’t stop.
I slip a hand between her ass, my index finger stops at her asshole and I slide a finger into it. The suction of her ass draws the finger in and I shudder from the thought of filling her tight hole with my cock. Shit.
My pace slows, a second finger joins the one in her ass. “El,” I breathe out.
She hears my unspoken plea and throws me a glance. “I think I’m ready.” She nods. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
I get off her in a minute and return with a tube of water-based lubricant. I squirt the liquid into my palms and massage her anus and my cock generously. She squirms a little when my dick pokes her ass, I slide in by an inch and pull out. I go again, going an extra inch than before and sliding out completely.
When the muscles in her ass relax, my dick slides in again, then out. There’s a brief moment of silence when I slide in for the last time without pulling out. El buries her face into the pillow, I wait until she adjusts before moving again. A growl leaves her and a moan escapes me as tingles shoot through me.
At her encouragement, I quicken my pace a bit, soon enough, we are moving at a steady rhythm. My orgasm hits me without notice. I shoot my cum all over her ass and onto the sheet. My chest falls with contentment, El crawls away from me while I clean up the mess we made. When I’m done, I carry her.
A sheen of sweat covers her forehead, she avoids meeting my gaze. I admit I was more concerned about my release but it has been too long since I had anal sex. I might have put my needs first.
“Did it hurt?”
She does that thing with her lips. “A little.” I frown and she shrugs. “I think it will get better,” she says and I know it’s mostly for my sake. My lips tremble a little, I didn’t want it to hurt. “It’s not so bad.”
“You’re lying.”
“Nope. It just feels different. I think I’ll come to like it.” El kisses me and shoots to her feet with a wince. With her finger pointing to me, she says, “You owe me a massage.” I do. “But we need to go now.”
* * *
I am carrying El. I’m not sure if her ass really hurts or she’s using it as an excuse to be carried around but I’m more than willing to oblige her. El knocks on the doctor’s door, the same one for her first pregnancy.
At his gentle command, she pushes the door open. He welcomes us with a smile, pointing to the seats in front of his desk. El has no interest in the seats, she occupies my laps and pinches my cheeks when I scowl. The doctor gets to work immediately, a blood sample is sent to the lab and we are asked to wait.
Since the results take about an hour, El and I decide to hang out at the hospital cafeteria. She stirs her orange juice with a straw, chews on the end and dips it back into her glass. I stop her on the third round.
“Hey,” I tell her. She looks up. “It will be alright.”
El pushes her drink to the side without taking a sip, I stare at the burger in my hand and it loses its taste. I have no energy to encourage her to eat so I let her play with her snacks without eating. Her anxiety is making me anxious. She didn’t even let me carry her. There’s no way all ten sticks predicted a false result.
“What if it comes out negative?” she whines.
“It can’t.” It must not. I wipe off the gloomy look on my face. The test has to be positive. We are having a baby boy. I stretch my hand to her and her palm covers it. “If it comes out negative, we will try again.”
I wink. It lightens the mood and she laughs.
With our hands still locked, she places a kiss on my knuckles. “Have you spoken to Vincent?”
“No.” He’s the last person on my mind. I don’t know what to do about him. I cock my head. “Why?”
“Since you’re both Brianna’s uncle, he might also want custody of her.” He might but he won’t ask. He has kept his distance since that day. El releases my hands. “Unless...” My ears perk at that word. “Unless you adopt her without telling him. He can’t do anything after that. Brianna will be yours. Our daughter.”
“Our daughter,” I say. “I like the sound of that.”
The phone rings. The doctor. El insists on walking by herself. We arrive at his office, his face lights up in a smile as soon as we walk in through the door. My heart is racing with excitement. A smile is a good sign.
We settle into the seats, he says something my brain doesn’t process at that moment. El picks the result, they exchange words and his smile broadens. Her fingers snap in front of my face and I shake out of it.
“Baby, we are pregnant.” El passes the sheet to me. My eyes find the only important part of this visit. “For real, for real.”
“For real, for real.”
The doctor interrupts our moment by clearing his throat. “Do you want to listen to its heartbeat?”
He doesn’t need to ask twice, our heads bob in unison. “Can we tell the gender too?” I ask.
This time, we decided not to keep the gender a surprise. I need to be sure we’re having a baby boy. If it’s not a boy, we will keep trying till we even out the inequality. I love my girls but I want a Brandon junior.
“At twenty-one weeks you can,” he replies.
“How many weeks are we?”
“Fifteen.”
El and I share a glance. We have been pregnant for that long. The doctor stands, time to hear his heartbeat.