Invisible Man (Completed ) ✅

♥ Thirteen♥

How does that feel, D?"

"Oh...shit...Oriana ...God...don't stop," he panted, pressing on the back of her neck.

He was so hard that she thought he might come right then, but only a few drops wet the tip of his penis.  She used her hand to apply more paint, and just as quickly sucked it all off.  He yanked her up to face him.

Squirting some of the paint on his hands, he massaged her breasts, licking off the paint in intricate circles.  She groaned with pleasure.  He put his hands under her ass and brought her mound up to his face, not even bothering with paint.

"You liked how I did this to you last time, didn't you, love?"  He said.  "Up against the door, legs spread way out..."

"Yes...I loved it..." she breathed as his tongue flickered inside of her.  The taste of her brought him almost to the edge.  He flipped her over on the bed and brought her hips up to meet his.

"Do you want it?"  He asked her.  "Ask me nicely."

"Please...Donnie...give it to me..."

"No, that's not right."  He rubbed his dick against her wet lips and she shrieked.

"Goddamn it, Donnie, fuck me.  Fuck the living hell out of me!"

"That's better!"  He shoved himself into her as deep as he could go.  She grunted and grabbed handfuls of the blankets in her hands.  "Is that it?  Is that what you wanted?"

"Shit, yes...Oh God, yes.  More...faster...harder..." she groaned, pushing back against him.  He took hold of her hips and pushed himself into her again and again.  When she was almost on the edge, he pulled out.  She whimpered.

He turned her around and gently laid her on the bed.  "No.  I want this to end right."

He twined his fingers with his and slowly pushed into her again.  She moaned and arched her back.

"I love you, Oriana  Nikole Wahlberg.  With all my heart."  He said, moving slowly inside of her.

"I love you too," she said, her eyes misting over at the love in his voice.

They silently moved together, arriving at one of the most intense orgasms of their lives at the same time.

The fell asleep in each other's arms on the paint covered bed, dreaming of their life together.

shrieked.

"Hey, gorgeous.  Who are you talking to in here?"  Donnie pretended to look under the bed for another man.

"Donnie!"  She shrieked, hugging him.  "You weren't supposed to be home for three hours!"

"We wrapped early.  And I couldn't wait to get home to my sweet Oriana ."  He kissed her long and hard.

Breathless, she pulled away.  She stood and put the bear on a chair.  He sat up on the bed, noticing her serious face.

"Okay...I have to tell you something, and maybe you won't like it, but maybe you will.  I know I'm happy, but maybe you won't be.  I know we hadn't discussed it, but..."

He grabbed her hands and stood her in front of him.  "Babygirl, just spit it out.  What is it?"  Concern was written all over his face.

She took a deep breath.  "You're pregnant.  I mean, I'm going to be a father.  I mean, I'm pregnant, and you're going to be a father."  She looked down at him.

Shock registered on his face, soon to be replaced by a look of pure joy.  "Father?  Pregnant?  Me...I mean, us?  We're having a baby?"

"Um, yeah.  Is that okay?"  She fidgeted.

"No, it's not," he said.  She felt her insides turn upside down.  "It's not okay.  It's fucking awesome!"  He pulled her down to sit beside him.  He tenderly caressed her cheek.  "Oriana , you have given me the best gift anyone could ever give me, besides yourself."  He moved his hand down to rest on her stomach.  "A baby," he said in wonder.  He jumped up.

"I have to call Alma!"  He ran to the phone.  She lay back down again, shaking with relief.

Lacey sat in a corner of the king-sized bed, holding a stuffed zebra in much the same way Oriana  had held the teddy bear.  She stared at the pregnancy test, hating it as much as it was possible to hate an inanimate object.  She just knew it would upset Jordan, and he would leave her.  She made herself stand and go to the kitchen.  It was five o'clock, and she should eat something.  J was due home in four or five short hours, and she needed to wake herself out of this trance.

As she reached for some crackers, she heard the doorbell.  Sighing, she went to answer it.

"Hey there."  It was Joe.  He held a bouquet of flowers.  "Uh, did I wake you?"  He stared at her Tigger nightshirt.

"No, you didn't.  I'm, uh, not feeling well."  She still was a bit uncomfortable in his presence.

"Well, do you mind some company?  I knew Jon was out of town, so I thought I'd keep you company."  He waved the bouquet.  "I brought you these."  He gave her his most winning smile, and she had to smile back.

"I'm not the best company right now, but come on in."  She opened the door all the way, and he followed her in.  "Make yourself at home.  I'm gonna go change quick."

She flew into the bedroom and pulled on a black silk blouse and black jeans.  She ran a brush through her hair and went back into the living room.  Jordan was filling a vase with water and arranging the flowers.  They were a mixture of white baby roses and baby carnations: her favorites.

"They're beautiful.  Thanks a lot," she said, placing them on an end table.  "I was just going to have some soup.  Not a gourmet dinner, but care to join me?"

"Sure.  Point me to the kitchen.  I'm a pro at opening cans," he joked.

They fixed dinner quickly, and sat at the small kitchen table.  As they chatted, she found herself more relaxed than she had been with him in a long time.  He had her laughing hysterically at anecdotes from the road.