"Bitches, always want the bad boy in the love story. Not me though. Give me a man that can help me do my taxes as well as help me study and write these long ass college essays. I have no problem with my man not being able to carry all of the grocery...
Kieran has been a lot more affectionate recently. I am not complaining. I am just making note of the change in my man's behavior. He treats me well as always and at times I can be a bit sensitive when I don't get my way. That is just the crazy in me slipping every now and then.
Is it wrong that I want to be up under him 25/8? He makes me mushy as shit inside. I want to cuddle him and suck his dick all in the same breath. Kieran deserves the world in my eyes. I cannot wait for our date tonight.
My hair is done in an updo and my outfit is sure to make him swallow his tongue. I was going full stop tonight. Light makeup with a Smokey eye and a bright lip. My dress is form-fitting with a high split that came mid-hip exposing my thigh. To top it all off was a pair of "fuck me" pumps.
I have no intention of anything happening between us despite what others may think about my fashion choice. I just want to feel sexy. I am naturally sensual and bold. For Kieran's comfort I have been holding myself back, but I think that it is high time that he gets a taste of my sexual prowess.
Speaking of my man, there was a firm knock on my bedroom door before the door was cracked open.
"Are you clothed or should I wait a little while longer?", called Kieran through the cracked door.
"I'm ready, baby. I just need to grab my phone off the charger", I responded with my back turned to him as I smoothed out any visible wrinkles in my dress in front of the mirror.
I heard the door being opened wider, but chose to ignore it as I knew that it was my man entering the room. Without sparing him a glance momentarily, I walked over to my nightstand disconnecting my phone from the charger. Phone in hand I turned and nearly swallowed my tongue at the magnificent sight before me.
There he stood. My man. In all his glory looking like my wettest fantasy. He was dressed in a black shirt with white print and black skinny jeans. His face was bare of his signature glasses with dress shoes adorning his feet.
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"Kieran, looking this fine I just might put a baby in you tonight", I flirted eyeing him appreciatively.
He cleared his throat, but it had honestly done nothing to help the change in his voice as he addressed me.
"You can't put a baby in me, but I can put one in you", he retorted, his voice raspier than usual.
Child, the way that my jaw hit the floor. My baby has been getting bolder by the day. Or maybe he is just getting more comfortable with sharing the different sides of him with me. Either way, I am game.
"Just for the record, exactly how many babies do you want to have?", I asked while clearing my throat.
Leisurely he walked over, coming to stand behind me. Kieran wrapped his arms around my waist as he pressed himself against my back. I swallowed trying to moisten my now dry throat.
