“Open your eyes, Ronnie. I want to see your face when I make you come,” he murmured as he began to stroke faster.
Her eyes flew open. He wanted to see her beautiful brown eyes dilate when he did this to her. When she came because he made her. His obsession with seeing her eyes was also something new to him. Perhaps because he hadn’t been her first, he didn’t know. But each and every time, she came, and he knew he would make her come a lot; he wanted her to know it was him bringing her to orgasm.
“Oh Nikko,” she began to shake. “That . . . feels . . . fuck!” Her scream tore at his soul. He kept flicking her clit, getting every last bit of tension to leave her body, until she collapsed from the intensity of it into his waiting arms.
Nikko picked up a very spent Ronnie, and carried her to the bed.
***
Ronnie was beat by the time she returned home. And, she had an early day. She needed to use her mom’s car, and therefore, she needed to rise early and take her to work. She was also nervous, expecting a call from her attorney as he would watch the tapes today.
Waking up when her phone alarm chimed, she was still quite tired, and sore, she admitted to herself. Nikko was unlike her past experiences. She was definitely learning some new things, new things she quite liked.
Ronnie grabbed a pair of sweat pants and threw them on quickly. Knowing she had to wake up early and drive her mom to work if she wanted to keep her mom’s car for the day to run some errands, she showered last night, with Nikko. Brushing her hair to get the tangles out, she was still smiling with those memories, as she clipped up her hair into in a messy knot. She would take care of it later, before she ran her errands, but definitely after taking her mom to work.
She could hear her mom in the kitchen. Louisa had always been an early riser. Not wanting to make her mom late, she came out of her room to grab a quick cup of coffee for the road; she would eat later, but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw her mom sitting at the table. She looked green.
“What’s wrong?” she asked going to her.
“Not feeling well. It must be the flu,” Lou mumbled, foregoing her usual cup of coffee for ginger ale.
“The flu?” she questioned, touching her hand to her mom’s forehead. It felt cold, and clammy, not warm. “You’re not still going to work are you?” she probed with concern.
“No, sweetie. I’ve already called in. I’ll just tough it out.” Her mom sighed and picked up her glass of ginger ale taking a small sip.
“You should see a doctor.” Ronnie voiced her opinion.
Lou heard it from Jay earlier, before he had gone into work. She nodded her assent and took another sip before speaking. “I will call when the office opens up later.” Lou stated, taking yet another sip of her flat ginger ale to settle her stomach. Jay had been out the door practically, when she had lost her cookies, and returned at the sound of her retching. She wouldn’t be able to keep her pregnancy from him and Ronnie for too much longer. Someone was bound to figure it out sooner or later. And she’d rather tell them than let them figure it out on their own.
Jay’s worry was apparent, and she hated not telling him. But her concern for Ronnie overshadowed that. After seeing the doctor today, ensuring everything was fine, she would tell him tonight first, and then her daughter. She made her decision this morning when another bout of morning sickness had her running to the bathroom.
After convincing and promising Jay she would go see a doctor, and letting him witness her calling in to take a sick day, he had finally gone into work. Normally, he had the day off, but had been called in when his boss announced the Blackhawk choppers at the airfield would be performing afternoon drills, and he was needed to finish some routine maintenance before the pre-flight routines could be handled. Two others had called in sick, and since he was low man on the totem pole he really needed to go. But, he also made her promise to call him after she left the doctors. He wanted to know what was wrong right away.
“I think you should just go, and be there when they open,” Ronnie suggested. Her mother looked pale.
“Yeah, that might actually be a good idea. Jay is so worried, and I hate for him to worry when he has so much going on at work today. They open at nine. I’ll go get ready, but unless my stomach settles, I don’t think I should drive myself,” she informed her daughter, silently asking her to take her.
“I’ll drive you, Mom. We’ve got time. I can always do the things I need to take care of after I bring you back, and see you settled down and resting.” Ronnie was relieved her mom was agreeing so easily. She wasn’t one to miss work, or go to the doctor. She hoped it was a simple flu bug like her mom thought. But, she had a niggling suspicion this, whatever it was, wasn’t a simple flu bug.