Page 68 of Certified Pressure 4
I nodded, my throat feeling tight. “I took the test earlier when I was at your mama’s house trying on wedding dresses. My period two weeks late.”
He stared at me for a long second, then grinned, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe it. “Damn, you really out here carrying my baby again. You know how crazy that sound? I hope it’s a girl this time, baby. I want my lil’ princess.”
I laughed nervously, trying to calm myself down. “You don’t think it’s too soon? I mean, Prestyn’s not even one yet and we’re still planning the wedding.”
He leaned back, staring into my eyes. “I’on give a fuck about none of that. You carryin’ my baby again. Everything else can wait.”
I couldn’t even breathe right. This man had a way of saying things that just melted me. Before I could even answer, he stood up and came closer, his hand sliding around my waist. He kissed me on the lips, soft at first, then deeper until I could barely think straight.
Next thing I knew, we were in front of the long mirror in the corner of the room. He stood behind me, his chest pressed to my back, his lips tracing my neck. “Look at you,” he whispered. “You so damn beautiful. You carryin’ my baby again. You know how crazy that’s gon’ make me?”
I shivered, my eyes closing as his hands moved over my hips. “Pressure…”
“Yeah, baby,” he murmured, kissing my shoulder. “I told you I was gon’ build a life with you. Now look at us. You gave me my son and now you giving me another baby. You really my queen.”
I didn’t say anything because I couldn’t. All I could do was breathe him in and feel how real it all was.
He kissed my temple, then stepped back. “I’ll be back,” he said.
I watched him grab his phone, making a call while walking toward the dresser. “Yo, I need you to slide to the store real quick. Get me some oils, strawberries, mango, honey, a bottle of champagne, and them chocolate-covered cherries and some whipped cream. Bring it fast.”
When he hung up, I asked, “What are you doing?”
He started lighting candles around the room. “Celebratin’,” he said, glancing back at me. “You pregnant with my baby. You think I ain’t about to celebrate that?”
I smiled, shaking my head, watching him move around the room.
When he came back over, he slid his hands around my waist again and whispered against my skin, “You know I love you, right?” He kissed my neck again, and all that love poured out through his touch. Every part of me relaxed into him, knowing there was nowhere else I wanted to be.
Hearing him talk like this made my heart glow. He lifted my chin and kissed me again. “You my whole world, Pluto,” he said between kisses. “Every move I make, I’m makin’ that shit for our family. I’ll die for you, baby. That’s how much I love you.”
His words wrapped around me. I could feel how much he meant it, the same way I could feel his heart beating against mine when he held me. Everything about this moment felt right.
He looked into my eyes, smiling again. “You my forever. I don’t ever wanna know what life feel like without you in it.”
I kissed him back, whispering, “You won’t ever have to.”
He smiled wider, then picked me up and carried me toward the bed. The candlelight danced across his skin. Every kiss, every touch felt like love and promise all wrapped together.
If I didn’t know nothing else, I knew Pressure had us.
“Pressure, baby,” I moaned as he licked the whipped cream and mangos from my pussy. The soft warmth of his tongue moved through me in a way that made my whole body open up, and there was something about him tonight that felt deeper and sweeter than anything he had ever given me. Maybe it was the way he kept kissing my thighs in between each slow lick or how he kept rubbing my stomach like he was already touching our baby, but everything he did felt full of love that poured over me like warm water.
He had given me a massage first because he said my body needed to relax. The way he rubbed my feet and calves had me so turned on, then he moved to my lower back and pressed his thumbs into the places that always bothered me, and every touch felt like he was thanking my body for carrying his child. He was quiet but his eyes kept sliding up to my stomach as if he still couldn’t believe it.
Now he was between my thighs, pulling my legs over his shoulders while he dragged his tongue right through the whipped cream he had sprayed over me. He was taking his time and licking around the fruit before he sucked a piece into his mouth, and every time he did it, I felt his breath move right against me. It made my body jump and tighten, and I could not keep my hips still. The whipped cream started to melt against his tongue and drip down the corner of his mouth, and it slid right into his beard while he kept eating like he loved the mess, letting all of it mix with my wetness before he went right back in to taste me again.
His tongue moved lower and pressed right against my clit while he licked the whipped cream off in long, thick strokes that made my thighs shake around his face. The mango juice had dripped down onto my clit and he sucked it into his mouth.
The wet sound of his mouth working on me had me moaning, and the warmth of his breath hit my clit every time he pulled back to taste more fruit. The slow drag of his tongue was so juicy and warm that it made my hips lift right into him. I tried to hold still, but the way he moved made it impossible because he kept switching between soft licks and deeper sucks that sent waves up my spine.
He flattened his tongue on my clit and pushed his mouth into me as if he wanted to eat every taste of sweetness from my body. Every time his tongue flicked across the center of my clit, my stomach tightened and my toes curled because the pleasure was too heavy and full.
He pulled back just enough to breathe against me again, the warm air brushing across my clit and making it throb for his mouth. “You taste so fuckin’ good,” he groaned between my legs.
Then he sucked me again, deeper this time, pulling my clit right into his mouth. My wetness covered his lips, and he swallowed every bit of it with slow, hungry sounds that made me reach for the back of his head. My fingers slid through his hair as he kept licking me, and the way his mouth moved made my hips jump without my control.
His tongue circled my clit again and the pressure of it was so juicy and perfect that my breath broke and my thighs clamped around his face. He let them because he liked the way I reacted. He kept sucking and licking like he needed every taste, and each slow drag of his tongue pulled a moan straight out of me. My pussy felt soaked from his mouth and the fruit, and the way he kept swirling his tongue around my clit made my whole body feel like it was melting into the bed.
