Who is coming…” I asked confusingly. He gawked at me strangely. His red eyes taking its proper shape. He coughed out dried air and sniffed the night breeze before replying me: “It was a dream…” He said with no apparent emotion on his face.
I heaved a sigh of relief and slapped his cheek gently. “Ouch…” He shrieked. “That is for scaring the life out of me,” I said and laid back on the bed. He climbed me and attempted to plant his lips on mine. I resisted for a while but he defeated me. He forced his tongue into my mouth and our lips were at close knit. His hands ran down to my V and I grabbed his hand.
“I am not in the mood…” I screeched. “I know you want it…” He spoke lasciviously. “No…” I shake my head. “I am tired.” “Should I lick it?” He asked. I shake my head again. Before I could say anything, his head was already buried in between my thighs. I clutched my Bosom as I teetered hailing to the sensual feeling. It maddened as I felt his watery lips on my clitoris. “Hah hah hah hah…” I had began to moan when his tongue invaded the V-spot and I could not take it again. “I’m pregnant…” I shouted amid the moaning.
He stopped instantaneously and looked at me awestruck. “You said what?” His hoarse voice ricocheted. “I’m pregnant…” I repeated with a surreal fret in my throat. He looked at me suspiciously for a minute and then his face turned white. I had began to breathe fast and sweat nervously. The silence was killing me. I least expected this reaction from him and him keeping mute placed me between hell and highwater.
“Say something…” I said with tears in my eyes. “I don’t know what to say,” He sounded overwhelmed with emotions. “You mean I will be a father?”
I nod my head and his face is brightened with excitement. He leaped for joy and haul me to a hug. He kissed my forehead swiftly and then moved to wet my lips with his sweet kisses.
He then relieve himself from me and went on one knee. “Will you marry me Angie?”
I was awestruck…