Fill My Empty Spaces

Part 3 - I'm Late, Mickey

It was still dark when he noticed that she was awake and came out of the bathroom. She had removed the rest of her clothes and he looked at her perfect shape in the backlight of the lights outside on the balcony.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Wasted," she muttered and the crisp sounds of her climbing back into bed while exhaling suddenly made him feel wide awake. He stared at the shadows the dim lights made in the ceiling for a few minutes when he suddenly felt her hands on his chest. She started kissing his neck and moved down, licked his nipples and let her fingers glide into the hairs on his belly. He felt her breath against his semi hard dick and how she kissed his groins and put her hands on his thighs. Her hand gripped his shaft and seconds later he felt her warm mouth around his knob.

The sheets made soft sounds when she moved and he listened to the sloppy sounds of her blowjob while he held his breath. Christ, what was she doing? He put his arms under the pillow under his head. Felt her tongue wrap around his hard dick and the suck... lord, the sucking. He raised his hips without knowing and her nails clawed into his chest. He looked down, saw her eyes glitter in the dark and her ass sticking up in the air. As soon as their eyes met she climbed up, kissed his lips and let her tongue glide along his. The lick was hard, tasted sweet of his precum and she closed her eyes.

Now that she had made him hard, she rolled over on her back and pulled him on top. With one hand she guided him inside her, bucked her hips and raised her legs behind his back. She felt the slight resistance when her pussy widened and how his girth made her whole body ache for more.

"Fuck me, babe," she whispered and sank her nails into his shoulders and used her thighs to force him deeper inside her. "Hard...er."

He pushed her legs up, and with his hands on the back of her thighs he made long, deep strokes. Just hard at first and then he started to speed up and slow down again in turns. Looking down, seeing his shaft disappear inside her, her waxed clean pussy and the swollen labia, every nerve in his body focused around the cock and her body.

He moved his hands to her hips and supported himself on his arms. He found a pace he enjoyed and made forceful thrusts against her. Quietly grunted as he delighted watched her tits jiggle with each hard shove. Her face was relaxed, focused on her own pleasure. Eyes closed and her eyelids dark and shiny. Sweat showed on her upper lip and her nose was red. She breathed through her mouth and he saw her pink tongue as she slowly opened her mouth and greedily sucked air into her lungs. Her back was arched and she pushed herself up.

"Just like that, keep going. Nnnn, I'm gonna–" she moved her hands to his waist and tried to make him keep ramming into that same spot inside her that clearly was going to make her explode any second.

He was so close, her legs rested on his shoulders and he went harder. Her calves slipped down as he moved one of his arms around her back to hold her tighter against him. He felt how her vagina tightened around his dick, but managed to continue for nearly a minute. Fucking her hard and fast, holding his breath before he shot his whole load inside her and then gasped for air. She had already relaxed in his grip, arms around his nape and not willing to let him go just yet. "Stay," she mumbled.

Eventually his wet dick slipped out and she felt his warm semen on the inside of her thigh. She needed to get up and pee but it was so nice to just lie there with his fuzzy teddybear arms around her. She rested her head on his chest, felt his hand stroke her back and fondle her butt cheeks. Her soft skin, the tiny, tiny hairs on her lower back against his sensitive finger tips. He pulled deep breaths and noticed how her breathing slowed down while they just touched each other.

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Gaga woke up alone in the bed, ran to the bathroom and made it just in time before yesterday's remains splashed into the toilet. With cold sweat on her back and trembling legs she got in the shower and rinsed yesterday's layer of sweat and make up off since she apparently had fallen asleep without doing anything.

She showered for nearly 20 minutes, wished she had taken a bath instead and when she came out Michael stood by the bed with a tray. Koji sat on the floor next to him with his eyes firmly locked on the tray while he constantly licked his nose and mouth as Michael put the tray down on the small table by the windows.

Michael was dressed in a gray crewneck, black shorts and sneakers and looked like he had been out for a walk with the ruffled locks on his head all messy. He smiled at her and the shade on his chin and cheeks made her feel all sorts of things.

"What time is it?" she muttered and rubbed her forehead.

"Nearly 11 so I thought you might be hungry by now," he said with that excited voice he always had when he wanted to please her.

"When did you get up?" She wrapped the towel tighter around her and sat down while Koji made sloppy tongue slaps by her legs, begging for treats. Somehow throwing up didn't make her feel any better at all and she looked at the tray with a slight disgust.

"About two hours ago, but-" Michael said and looked at her, unsure whether she wanted the tray where he put it since she looked so distraught.

"I'm late," she said and sighed.

"For what?" Michael seemed anxious. As if he had forgotten something. Gaga accidentally snapped a breadstick in two with one hand.

"No, not– I'm late late, Mickey." She stared into his eyes and he finally understood what she was saying. His honey colored eyes were open wide and he looked so happy.

"How, but– Yes!" He moved backwards as if he needed more space to embrace all the happiness he felt.

"It's not happening, Mickey. No. It's not. Just forget it. No." She looked directly into his eyes and reached for his arm to keep him close.

"But baby, I love you," she said softly when she saw the hesitation in his eyes after she denied him his happiness. Her little chin dropped, she closed her eyes and inhaled as if it was all too much right now and those words were the only ones she could find to try and make him understand how she was feeling.

Her oval face, the shadow on her cheeks and her visible clavicles that moved as she breathed. She looked so delicate and vulnerable.

He took her in his arms and lifted her up and held her tight. She wrapped her legs around his waist, snuggled his neck and tried to figure out what the fuck she was gonna do now. It could be that she was just two weeks late — or was she lying to herself because it was actually more? — for no particular reason and that she got Mickey all worked up for nothing. But she knew her body and this felt different. But how many times did this happen and it ended up as nothing?

She didn't have time for this. And just as he had his ridiculous baby tantrum a few weeks ago. Just... perfect timing and she had been so careful, always.

"Just don't get your hopes up, please," she mumbled. "We can't do this now. I can't do this."

"Whatever you want to do, I'm here for you, babe."

/end of part 3.