With Michael

Chapter 76 - Pleasure Principle

30th of May, 2009
Brooklyn is 43, Michael is 50

Michael: My arms were wrapped protectively around Brooklyn's naked body.

Everything was quiet around us.

I cleared the house from everyone since Brooke had two moods the past week: she was either cranky or really, really horny.

And when I say horny, I mean waking me up in the middle of the night because she wants me to satisfy her needs.

The kids were at my mother's since last night, and I dismissed the staff for the weekend.

I kissed Brooke's shoulder and let my hand go over her bump. This baby was bigger than any of our other children. I was surprised at how much he grew in two short weeks.

"Do you think my age will effect this baby's health?" she suddenly asked.

"No, he seems perfect to me." I answered.

"But women my age don't have babies."

"Of course they do, babe. This is the 21st century, I've heard of people in their sixties that have babies. You're basically as good as a 25-year-old."

"I lost Destiny when I was 25, Mike." she said.

"But back then we were oblivious to the stress and what it did to you. He's been in there for three months before we actually knew you were pregnant. I believe he's perfectly good in there." I kissed her cheek.

It was followed by a kiss from her, and a very loving one. "Thank you for making me feel better."

"Don't mention it. I wouldn't want you insecure when you're pregnant with my baby. And, you're super sexy right now..." I kissed her again.

"You're only saying that because you want another round."

"Guilty."

"One more round and then we'll go make breakfast..." she breathed as I moved to her neck, my lips sucking hard. It was already full of hickeys I gave her last night.

I traveled with my lips down her body, and gave her bump a kiss before continuing down.

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Brooklyn: "It smells delicious, babe." Michael complimented the bacon and eggs I was making.

I had to stop myself from eating everything that was ready. I was starving.

"Mike, can you get me peanut butter and some pickles, please?" I questioned, wanting something to munch on.

"I swear, that's the weirdest craving you ever had. Other men's wives crave chocolate or strawberries, while mine wants pickles dipped in peanut butter." he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and kept cooking.

Michael placed a jar full of peanut butter and a plate of pickles next to the stove.

"Is that all?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

That simple touch of his hands on the bottom my stomach made me horny again.

I turned off the stove. "Actually, I could use something else..."

He spun me around, leaning down to kiss me.

"Is that what you wanted?" he smirked as he pulled away.

"More of that, though..."

He kissed me again, this time with a little bit more passion.

"Stop teasing and fuck me already!" I groaned when he pulled away, again.

"Oh, so that's what you wanted..."