EMBRACE YOU Lone(liness Book Two)(3)
"Ewwww. I remember flying over the North Atlantic. That was...hairy," I grimace.
"Let's not think of it, luv. Now, how about we practice some of the things Gwen was telling us?" Marcus suggests, the beginnings of a mischievous smirk forming at the corners of his mouth.
Marcus and I move closer to each other and cuddle on the comfy sofa. We begin kissing softly and soon the feelings heat up. Marcus lifts me to his lap and I feel his penis beginning to nudge at the backs of my legs. He lies back on the couch, pulling me down on top of him. My hands roam everywhere on his body - his muscular arms, shoulders and chest. Soon, the layers of fabric separating our hot bodies are a bother and I impatiently pull his sweater over his head. My top follows close behind, landing next to his. I feel Marcus' trembling fingers as he unhooks the clasp of my bra so he can get at my breasts more easily. I run my fingers down his chest then unbuckle his belt and open the button and zipper of his jeans. I slip my hands inside his jeans and boxer briefs, encountering a thick and throbbing shaft.
Marcus groans under his breath. "Oy, Johanna. Let's try to be gentle on the baby," he says.
"Yeah, okay...ohhh, that feels good!" I whisper into his ear. In response, my hands move up and down his lengthening shaft as his hips flex into mine.
Marcus pushes his thumbs under my pants and thong, pushing them down. Now, we are both fully nude and able to get to all the sensitive parts of each other's bodies. I zero in on Marcus' nipples with my mouth. After just a minute, he's nearly coming up off the couch as his desire intensifies. In return, he thumbs my clit and slides his fingers into my hot and wet *, moving his thumb and fingers in a symphony of movement that soon has me wanting to scream. Mindful of our nosy neighbors, I bury my face in Marcus' shoulder and cry out as I come suddenly.
Marcus sits me up and slowly inserts his throbbing cock into me. Once I have taken him fully into my body, he begins to run his warm hands over my belly as I slide up and down. As I feel his cock repeatedly running over my sweet spot, my * begins to contract again and I feel the delicate shimmers of sensation becoming stronger and stronger. Finally, a waterfall of goodness washes over me and I stiffen on top of Marcus as I come repeatedly. This leads to him to his own orgasm and his fingers tighten around my hips as he comes inside me.
I collapse on top of him, sliding to next to him. We wrap our arms around, breathing heavily as we continue feeling aftershocks of sensation in our bodies.
"Fantastic, Jo." He starts chuckling mildly. "Oh Johanna, you stay here on the couch...the blinds are still open."
I raise my head in surprise.
"Oh, my God! It's a good thing we're not on the first floor or some bloke would have gotten a good peep show!" I say.
Marcus slips into his jeans and closes the blinds then helps me up. I gather my clothing and retreat to the bedroom, exhausted. I toss my clothes into the laundry basket and slip into a nightgown. After taking my hair down and brushing my teeth, I slide in between the cool sheets with the beautiful man I just made love to.
Chapter 2
As my pregnancy progresses another month, The Lonely Lovers continue recording tracks for the new album. We have to redo a lot of our work that got lost when Gemma crashed that stolen car into High Street Studio. The setback puts our band on edge because we have to finish recording as soon as possible before I have the baby. I'm supposed to put as little stress on myself and the baby as possible. The album is due to the mixing and mastering department around the time of my baby's birth. At this point, we are scheduled to record the sixteenth and last track, just before the beginning of my seventh month of pregnancy. Our part is nearly done, but I find that as my uterus grows, it's getting more difficult for me to expand my diaphragm fully. This makes singing much harder. I soldier on - I have found ways of dealing with physical difficulties in the past. On difficult days, I remind myself that we are set to release this album at about the time of my little one's first birthday.
When we do finish recording and send the tracks over to mixing and mastering. It's the beginning of November - and I'm at home with Marcus. I've been uncharacteristically grumpy and even a little bit bitchy as of late. Marcus blames it on my hormones. I know pregnancy is supposed to cause mood swings, but lately I feel big, clumsy and ugly. I'm never going to get my trim figure back, I fear. Practices are a real trial in patience for me as I try to sing full-out. It's hard enough for me to sing in chest voice, let alone head voice! Besides, I've been feeling an uncomfortable, nagging sort of backache all day long. You know, the kind that sticks around just enough to ruin your day. I tell Marcus about my backache. He's been reading my childbirth-preparation texts with me.
He looks at me and says, "Johanna, I think you're in early labor - back labor."
That definitely gets my attention.
"But, it's three weeks away from my due date! I'm not ready!" I wail. "I still have to finish the baby's room!"
"Jo, baby, calm down! We'll work on it together. We can put the littlest Hadley into our room and work on his or her room when you've come home from hospital."
I'm fully in tears by now. I feel so rotten! "But I wanted the room ready to welcome the baby home!"
"Jo, will the baby even know? She - or he - will be sleeping the majority of the time, so it's no problem. Besides, we're working on Mother Nature's timetable here. Not ours. How are you?"