"Urghhh sh*t," he moaned, grinding in and out of her, and he kissed her easily.
"Mike, hmmm," she moaned as he bit her bottom lip while she was still inside her.
"Sweetie, will you marry me again?" Mike asked as she kissed her. Denise then paused her kissing and stared at him.
"Please, Denise, answer me, will you marry me?" Mike asked again. "Yes," Denise said with a smile.
Mike mumbles, "Thank you for making me happy." "F*ck me now, love, I'm so f*cking horny again," Denise said softly as she kissed his lips.
"Tell me how badly you want me inside of you," Mike mumbled as he bit her earlobe.
"It's so freaking bad," she mumbles as Mike freehands down her back until it reaches her sensitive area. He explodes inside her with two of his fingers, causing her to moan. Only she has the power to make him say things he shouldn't. It's difficult to keep my distance from her right now. She's his fix. So he spread her legs open even more, bending her even more as he began playing with her sensitive area with his tip in circular motions.
Denise then hums, "Stop teasing me and f*ck me, Mike. F*ck me hard." Mike then immediately inserts himself inside her, causing her to gasp. His thrusts begin slowly and then gain momentum as he loses himself in her.
He then turns her over, her gaze fixed on him. He gently spread her legs wide apart and insert himself in once more, pushing deep and not once trying to avert his gaze from her as they share this intimate moment between them.
Denise is severely altering his life, which is possible given that they already have a family. He needs to change for the sake of his wife and their children.
"Mike," she moans feverishly, her hands trying to hold into his grip on her waist. Hearing his name in her mouth causes him to start shoving harder and deeper, feeling her walls stiffen, which can only mean one thing. She's nearing the end of her performance.
"Cum for me, sweetie," Mike sternly says, pushing hard in her, as he always does, making him want more. It took two deep thrusts for her to moan wildly as she let go. Soon after, he was leaning over her releasing her on the neck with small wet kisses.
Mike keeps laying on her, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck. Denise ran her hand through the back of his hair, her body feeling extremely sensitive after her release. Because of her husband's love for her, everyone will think she's the luckiest woman in the world, which is true because Mike constantly loves her even though she can be a jerk at times.
~
Denise awoke in the middle of the night, craving chocolate. She then turned his head to look at Mike, who was sleeping. She took his hand off her stomach without waking him before crawling out of bed and into the kitchen.
As soon as she walked into the kitchen, she took out the Nutella and began spooning it. A tired Ronnie came in while she was eating it. He didn't even notice her until she started making noises with her spoon while plunging it in Nutella. When he saw her, he cracked an amused grin.
"Nutella? Easier to find than your last craving, I hope Samantha is okay now," he chuckled as he walked to the sink and poured himself a glass of water. She smiled as she remembered her craving from two nights ago.
Antonio had Ronnie go out and buy her a pineapple that was sweet in the winter because she had seen it on reality tv and wanted to eat some.
"Yes," she said, placing the Nutella on the table as I detected a delicious aroma. She followed the odor and ended up in front of the garbage can. Ronnie gave her a frown as she knelt in front of the trash can and inhaled the garbage. She had no idea why it smelled so great.
"Denise? What are you doing?" he inquired, perplexed. She then looked up to see him staring at her as if she'd sprouted two horns.
"The garbage smells so good," she stated, taking a deep breath.
"I'd heard that the sense of smell changes during pregnancy, but I never thought any woman would like the smell of crap," he said, disgusted, as she still started to smell garbage.
"How many pregnant women do you understand exactly to learn what they like or dislike?" she inquired, slightly offended.
"Well, Samantha was the worst, she likes smelling your poop at least mine it's just a smell of garbage because your poop smells the worst," she added, rolling her eyes at him.
"Don't tell me you're going to carry that into your room?" he inquired as she took the trash can in her arms.
"Yeah, you got it; I'll smell it in my bedroom," she said as she exited the kitchen.
"I'm sorry for my wife's attitude, bro; now I'm going to smell garbage all night," Mike said, shaking her head.
"It's okay, I understand; Samantha was more skeptical since she wanted to smell my poop; I'm so worried what if our baby turns into rubbish," Ronnie worried.
"Well, I don't know, but I feel so bad for both of us," Mike said as he tapped Ronnie on the shoulder before following Denise to their room.
Denise entered the bedroom quietly and placed the trash can near them. When she arrived in the bedroom, she entered quietly and placed the garbage can near the headboard before crawling back into bed in silence to sleep as Mike puts his arm around her waist. She then realized it wouldn't be long before she fell asleep again.
~
As the alarm went off, Mike awoke. Sighing tiredly, he drew Denise closer to him. A terrible smell hit him before he could regain his senses. He groaned and struggled to keep his breath.
He then looked at Denise, who was sleeping, and wondered if she had farted. Mike wouldn't be surprised after all the strange foods she was eating. The smell, on the other hand, was killing him. He grumbled as he rolled out of bed and opened the window. Redder
When he turned to face the bed, he noticed she was awake. She was perplexed as she looked at him. "Why did you open the window? It's cold outside," she said as she rose from her bed and changed into her robe.
"It seems you let some gas out at night," he sighed, his arms crossed. "Are you implying that I farted?" she asked, flushed and looking at him, offended.
"No, I tell you, but it's okay; I hope it's just part of your pregnancy and not a new habit of yours," he smiled.
"Hey, I didn't fart! It's just... the garbage can," she grumbled as she turned to get a garbage can form near the headboard.
Mike then laughed a bit before taking a deep breath with delight. Yes, he was aware that what she was doing was unusual, but he couldn't blame her for preferring unusual scents during her pregnancy.
As he approached her, he smiled and took the garbage can from her grasp before putting his arm around her waist and pulling her closer.
"I'd still find you attractive if you farted," he joked, kissing her on the cheek, "but I don't want a garbage can in our bedroom, sweetie; I can't take it anymore."
She opened her mouth to speak, but then leaped up and placed her hands on her tummy in surprise. Her sudden twitch concerned him, and he drew back to see if she was okay. "What's the matter?" he inquired, examining her to determine if she was injured.
She smiled and took his hand in hers, placing it on her tummy. He felt a kick on his hand before he could ask her what she was doing. "Did you feel it?" she asked softly as he gazed into her gorgeous eyes.
When Mike felt another kick, he smiled and said, "Yes." "It's incredible," she exclaimed, putting her hand on his shoulder. When she laughed, she became even more stunning.
Mike was overjoyed to see him so happy. He knew he was a selfish jerk who didn't deserve her, but he won't let her go. She was pure and innocent, with no desire for money or wealth. "Indeed, it is," he said with a smile and a kiss on her temple, "get dressed, it's almost breakfast time."
"All right," she said cheerfully as she walked into the closet. He went inside with her to get dressed before heading to the dining room.
~
Denise noticed Ronnie already sitting at the table, waiting for them, and he was dressed as they entered the dining room.
"Are you going to visit Samantha?" Denise inquired as she sat down with Mike.
"Yes, he called me earlier, she said he doesn't want to see me," Ronnie replied, smiling at her as they waited for their breakfast.
"How did you sleep last night, bro? After all your smell badge is sensitive," Ronnie asked, making Mike turn to face him, his eyes narrowed as he glared at his friend.
"As long as my wife is happy, I'll take it even if it stinks so bad," Mike responded as Denise laughed. Mike then frowned at her as she spread peanut butter on her fried bacon. Mike then shook his head and smiled.
"Anyway," Denise explained, "IInd Samantha will be going to our doctor for a check-up and ultrasound."
"Yeah, Samantha already told me that," Ronnie replied.
"So you're coming with us?" Denise inquired.
"Of course," said Mike and Ronnie. As he finished their breakfast with just decent conversation, she smiled.