A/N: Spur of the moment writing! I literally wrote this within the span of an hour. Please forgive any potential errors or redundancies. Also, if you read this during school, work, or in the company of adults that might peek over your shoulder and recognize smut, DO NOT READ! You've been warned!
I'd recommend going back to read the first chapter, then reading this one. Y'know, to re-orient yourself to the story. And for my DHKY readers, don't worry. I'm still writing that as well. But, that story doesn't allow for the kind of smut I put in this chapter, at least not yet.
Xoxoxoxo,
KurlyQ
A/N numero dos: Edits complete as of 11/7/13. Enjoy!
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"Oh God, did we hurt the baby?!"
Mercedes rolled her eyes and smiled when Sam turned her over and gently palpated her stomach, checking for any movement or damage. At least, that's what she assumed he was feeling for. And even so, she wasn't quite sure what he would feel this early in the pregnancy. Mercedes had barely touched the end of her first trimester. She couldn't even feel anything yet.
"No, Sam. The baby's fine. We didn't hurt it." She deadpanned, amused by his concern. "You definitely hurt me, but I'm not complaining."
Sam frowned and crouched down to kiss below her navel, nuzzling the small bump that was firmer than the rest of her stomach. "How do you know? We were pretty rough." He told her, genuinely worried. "Are you sure you don't feel off at all? Did anything move? Any cramping?"
"Sam, I'm fine. We're fine." She assured him, running her hand through his hair. He laid his head on her bare skin, enjoying her attention, but still less than convinced. Sam's eyes suddenly widened. He jerked his head away, frightening Mercedes with how quickly he moved.
"I heard something!" he whispered gravely. "Like a gurgle or a rumble!"
Mercedes relaxed, chuckling when she realized what he'd heard. "I didn't eat anything on the plane, babe. That's my stomach, not my uterus. We're hungry."
"Oh." He smirked, feeling silly for overreacting. "That's it?"
Mercedes cradled his head, gently pulling him up until he stood. "That's it." she replied, pecking his lips. "Can we eat? Whatever you made smells amazing. I could eat two plates of it!"
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When they resituated themselves in their underwear, Sam swept up all the shards of strewn china dishes as Mercedes reheated their food in the oven and on the stove. She was far hungrier than she let on, but Sam had banned all use of the microwave the moment he found out she was pregnant, citing all kinds of studies showing the dangers of the harmful radiation and its effects on a developing fetus. At first, it annoyed her to wait three times longer than normal to reheat her food when she'd come home late from the studio. But, Sam's concern as a first time father quickly became more endearing than annoying. The way his eyes would light up when he'd touch her stomach or catch sight of the sonogram picture on fridge door made her heart flip in a new and strange way. Mercedes decided to humor his little overreactions, allow Sam his overly doting tendencies, and soon found herself being just as big of a worry wart as he was about the pregnancy.
She blamed the hormones. For that, and for her hyperactive sex drive.
"Is it hot yet?" Sam asked, hugging her waist from behind and kissing her neck as she monitored the food.
The simple kiss left her feverish and tingling. "No." she replied, almost in a moan. "But I am."
Sam smiled when she slipped his hand past the waistband of her panties, guiding his middle finger to her warm and clenching center. He surprised her with a second finger, and gently nudged her head aside to suck her neck as he rubbed her clit.
"Yes you are." He growled, lightly nipping her skin. She whimpered, softly thrusting her hips against his circling fingers. Mercedes grabbed a fistful of his hair, panting in desperate anticipation, until he slipped his fingers inside of her and increased the pace.
"Mmm, Sam…..I want it." she moaned eagerly, begging him with her eyes. "I want to cum for you."
Sam roughly kissed her, overwhelmed by her words. "Cum for me, Mercy. I want you to."
"You do? You want it?" she said in a breathy voice. "You want me?"
Her little voice drove his cock crazy. "I'll always want you, baby." He promised in a harsh whisper, pressing his lips against her ear. "Especially now….you carrying my baby. Giving me my child." She felt him harden against her backside, and Sam yanked her hips back with his free hand to press her body firmly against his, rubbing himself against her softness until he stood fully erect. She cried out and came on his fingers shortly after, with him panting heavily against her cheek, just as the lid on the pots started to rattle from the steam and the timer on the oven rhythmically beeped to indicate its end.
Still in his arms, she bent over to turn off the stove and the oven, resetting the timer to quiet its alarm. Sam licked his lips at the sight of her bent over, spanking her ass lightly as she playfully wiggled it against him. Mercedes moved to stand, but he pressed a hand against the small of her back, easing her back down.
"Hold on to the handle on the oven door." instructed Sam, peeling the purple lace off of her and down her legs for the second time that evening. Mercedes did as she was told and held her position, then gingerly lifted her feet one at a time to help him fully remove her panties. He held her left leg midair and bent it back toward him, sliding his finger along her sole until she giggled and wiggled around, then wrapped the soaked lingerie around her ankle.
"Don't want me to lose it?" she playfully purred, looking over her shoulder at him as she nibbled the corner of her bottom lip.
"Resisting my urge to rip apart such a pretty piece." He seductively replied, leaning in to tenderly kiss her shoulder. Mercedes shuddered and reached back to hold him there for a moment longer, closing her eyes to etch the feeling of his touch to memory. He rubbed his lips against her skin with a knowing smirk, kissing her in the same spot even gentler and longer than the first time.
"You can rip apart this pretty piece." She whispered, smiling as she pulled his underwear down and brazenly held the backs of her thighs apart to rub her bare sex across his. Sam took hold of his erection, gently squeezed the rapid and throbbing pulse near its base, and slowly guided it inside of her. He groaned at the slippery heat that welcomed him, reveling in the delight, as if he hadn't been inside her mere minutes before.
Every time felt like a new experience.
"You like fucking a pregnant woman, Mr. Evans?" She coyly asked, resuming her hold on the oven door handle as he began to move inside her.
"Just this one." He replied, licking his lips. "Just my Mercedes, carrying our new addition." Mercedes smiled, welcoming his weight on her back as he leaned over and rested his head against her neck. Sam pressed his smirk against her shoulder blade when she guided his hands to her stomach, then grinned when she motioned for him to rub her there in small circles. The memory of the first time they made love felt like only yesterday, when his wife was only a girlfriend visiting his bachelor pad, and he had to beg her to let him touch her stomach when they got intimate. How quickly things change for the better between lovers over the course of time...especially when the result of that love creates new life.
"You gonna give me a little boy, Mrs. Evans? Hmm?" Mercedes gasped when he pushed himself deeper, ramming the head of his cock against her cervix as he rocked his hips. "You gon' birth me a little twin? A mini me?"
"Oh fuck, Sam…" Mercedes chuckled as she hummed, pressing her lips together to reign in her cries as he stimulated her most sensitive places.
"No, you're gonna give me a little miss, aren't ya? A sassy little brown miss with big doe eyes and a bow mouth like her momma." He thrust harder and faster, careful to mind her body near the cooling stove top. "Maybe both? Did I put twins in my missus?"
"Y-yeah." She groaned, smiling and swallowing hard. "I meant to tell you—OH!" Her head bowed forward, but Sam quickly grabbed her neck before her forehead touched the edge of the stove.
"Baby, your face. Careful." He gently warned. "C'mon, stand up for me. I want to see that gorgeous body I'm fucking anyway."
Mercedes straightened up, stepping her feet apart a bit to accommodate him in the new position. Sam grabbed her wrists with one hand and guided them around his neck. The other hand splayed across her stomach to touch their baby, and with his wife's eager nod of consent, Sam grit his teeth and resumed pumping. He released her wrists in favor of toying with her nipple, and Mercedes knit her fingers together at the back of his neck to keep from toppling over.
"Fuck yes...Sam….Samuel fucking Evans..." Her mouth hung open on his name, on their name, desperate for air. Her chest heaved as he cupped her breast, rolling one stiffened nipple between his fingers before taking its twin and doing the same. When he flicked and strummed the flesh, her knees buckled, but Sam's hold on her midsection kept her from falling. He kept thrusting, kept slamming his body hard and unrelentingly into hers, even as she sunk lower and lower to the ground.
If her husband insisted on toying with her breasts, than Mercedes knew she couldn't stay on her feet any longer. They eased down to their hands and knees instead, taking on a more stable doggy-style position.
Then it was Sam's turn to buckle, slackening against her as his orgasm steadily approached. He let her go and pressed his hands against the warm oven door, clawing the paint off with each of his wife's needy clenches around him. Mercedes reached for his hands, sliding her fingers between the spaces of his and grabbing hold. Their hands slipped further and further down the oven glass as they grew closer to orgasm, leaving a telling smudge in the fog created from the heat of the kitchen and their heavy, open-mouthed pants of breath. The soles of Sam's feet pressed against the island behind him, using the leverage to pull himself and Mercedes over the edge.
"Baby, I'm gonna cum! Hard!" Mercedes alerted him, backing her ass violently into his hips with every thrust.
Sam led one of her pointer fingers to her clit, leading her movements with his own fingers to help her along. Mercedes came seconds before he did, but their cries rang together, and their fluids mingled and dripped from between thier legs like spilled milk, splashing against the mahogany hardwood floor. A few stray droplets hit Mercedes dark thighs, and Sam's sweaty, pink tinged fingers reached in to smear thier cum against her skin.
"You were right. We are having twins." She confessed, still trying to catch her breath. She met his confused and shocked face, shiny with sweat.
"What?" Sam asked in awe, trying to keep his smile in until he was sure of what he heard. His eyes lit up in that way that made her heart flutter, making her own glossy with unshed tears. She could only nod, pressing his hand more firmly against her belly, and finally, he released his elated grin. "Really?"
"They told me after the show in Germany. I went for my usual check-up, and the doctor insisted on taking an ultrasound to check on the baby before the flight home. When he did..." she waggled two fingers between their faces."There were two separate heartbeats this time." She couldn't help it, then. Now that she'd shared the news with her love, Mercedes let her happy tears fall unbidden.
"Two…" Sam digested the news, shedding happy tears alongside her. "We're gonna have two babies?"
"Yeah!" she laughed, smiling hard. Sam cupped her face, taking a moment to study her and remember how she looked this moment , then slowly pulled her in for the deepest, most grateful kiss he could muster. He wrapped his tongue around hers and held on like a vice, running it along the roof of her mouth and every unoccupied corner of her cheeks. Mercedes pushed back against his lips, moaning into his mouth.
Their lips parted with an audible pop, and Sam immediately leaned back in to steal small pecks until the euphoria tapered off, easing into contentment.
"Two babies." He whispered, rocking his forehead against hers. "I can't believe it. One of each."
"We don't know that, Sam. It could be two boys or two girls." She said softly, taking his hands in hers, gliding her thumbs across his knuckles. "Would it matter to you?"
Sam seemed to consider the thought for a moment, then stood, assisting Mercedes up as well. "Not a chance in hell."
"Good." She sighed, happy to hear that he'd be excited either way."So are we gonna eat now? Should we celebrate?" Mercedes asked brightly, caressing his cheek.
Sam could've sworn his wife was glowing. Wasn't it too early for that? All the pregnancy books they'd read said that the 'glow' didn't come until later.
Maybe he was the only one that could see it.
"Wow." He stroked her brow, then traced the bridge of her nose, skating across her lips until his thumb brushed her small chin. Mercedes closed her eyes, grinning the entire time. "I didn't think it was possible, but you just got more beautiful in less than a minute."
Her nose wrinkled adorably as she giggled. "Did not," replied Mercedes, shyly looking down.
"Did so." He teased back, kissing her once more, unable to resist her pull. She wrapped her arms around his waist before he pulled away, drawing the kiss out a bit longer, and their lips curled into small smiles at the same time as they separated.
Feeling a burst of energy, Sam quickly scooped his wife up and tossed her over his shoulder, carrying her away from the kitchen. She shrieked in surprise, flailing in his arms.
"Sam!" she laughed, pounding his back with her fists. "Put me down! What about the food? I'm hungry!"
"We'll get back to that, woman!" Sam playfully barked, practically running up the stairs with her. "The food can wait! You and I need to perform an experiment first."
"Oh, do we?" she replied, amused and slightly curious. "Does it involve not letting me walk and depriving me AND your unborn children of food?"
"Depends." Sam cryptically replied, patting her bare behind as he opened their bedroom door.
"On what?" laughed Mercedes.
"On how long it'll take me to put a third one in there!" He declared, tossing her on the bed. "Make room, babehs!"
Mercedes cackled when Sam closed the door with a spinning kick, then shrieked when he jumped in bed beside her.
The first three months of nausea and fatigue were hellish without him, but the next six or so leading up to the rest of their lives seemed to hold promise of resembling heaven.