Chapter 17

Minerva Miriam Miller swirled for the last time as she beheld her beautiful reflection.
         Her irritation wasn’t really washed away by the sparkling water due to Jocelyn’s sudden visit to Darwin’s penthouse yesterday. Minerva’s  irritated face was masked by a layer of make-up, and that made her much more beautiful and gorgeous despite her delicate condition.
         “Are you ready now, Minnie?” Darwin suddenly appeared by their bedroom’s door. He was blooming in his mocha-colored tuxedo and a red polka dots bow tie, plus the wet look of his hair was so arousing for Minerva.
         “You look handsome,” she praised.
         “I have been handsome since birth.” Minerva just smiled at his boastful words. He wasn’t lying though.
         Darwin is indeed handsome already, and he became more attractive upon that outfit–and look.
         “How do I look?” she asked. Though Minerva already knew she’s beautiful, she wanted to hear those words from Darwin’s mouth himself.
         “You look terrific,” he said
         Her fragile heart seems to be crushed by a hammer and is nothing more but a thousand pieces.
         “Beautifully terrific.” A smile was now on Minerva’s face in a millisecond.
         “I thought you’d never like it,” she said in a cute, high-pitched voice.
         “Would I?” He giggled. “Besides, Chateau Bellerose is only for the beautiful and handsome. And you are the epitome of beauty."
         She felt like she’s in heaven now, being praised by an ultimate number one fan.
         “You’re only saying that because you don’t want to embarrass me,” Minerva countered.
         “Yes, I am saying that because I don’t want to embarrass you—being kissed by a less gorgeous creature like me.”
         A smile is on her face again, and it looks like it’s gonna stay there until the end of the day, until her jaws hurt.
         “Let’s go now,” she stated, carefully holding her urge to say hi to his groin. “Jocelyn would be mumbling if we’d be late.”
         Darwin smiled, playfully. His eyes sparkled. “We are already late.”
         She raised her brows upon hearing that.
         “So let’s just savor that, can’t we?” he added, biting his lips.
         And just like that, his lips crushed into hers; kissing her as if it’s part of his habit, his everyday ritual. He met her taste and it was scorching hot; the union of their lips sent him to the sea of lunacy he had been longing to drown. Darwin’s hands explored her curves and skin, and every inch of her body that he didn't care if he’d already visited.
         They do that for the rest of the five minutes of this day, like it had been their schedule to make out before they go to Chateau Bellerose, as well as arriving there, and even in post-party—making  out all the way indeed.
         “You’re beautiful,” he finally breathed in front of her dashing face—the face he’d been looking forward to show in front of many people that this is his soon-to-be wife.
         He eyed her, from head to toe. She was wearing diamond dangling earrings and a V-neck fit and glittering golden gown, its slit reaching her buttocks. Thank God, she was wearing skin-tone underwear.
         “And you are handsome.” Just as Minerva was about to taste his lips again, Darwin’s phone rings, making her step back and him answering the caller.
         “Jocelyn?”
         “Darwin, dear…” She could clearly hear that stepmother of his is again using that endearment. “Your father’s already looking for you, it’s only ten minutes before the party—my birthday party. Where are you now?”
         He cleared his throat first, eyes on Minerva’s lips. “We’re driving there already. Traffic seems to be a great hindrance to our prompt arrival in your celebration.”
         She moaned in dismay, but Minerva smirked. She brought Darwin’s finger into her mouth and did it like it was the one between his legs.
         Darwin ended the call but his finger was still on Minerva’s mouth.
         “Want a quickie, Minnie?” He asked with that impeccable smile on his glorious face.
         She grinned back, pursing her lips that she eventually seductively bit. “Let’s do it in the car.”
***
The crisp air is the only witness to their dance inside the car.
Minerva Miller and Darwin Gray’s movements are rhythmic and in melody, carefully executing this glorious primeval dance in such a way they both desired and enjoyed.
         They had parked in the RV area and, because of Darwin’s tip to the security guard, no one scolded them for making love under the light of the waxing February moon while silently parking in this area.
         “Harder, Darwin,” she begged, and he obeyed. Like a faithful servant, he obeyed his master’s call, his master’s plea—who is candidly just spreading her legs wide before him, sitting in the car’s back seat like she was just chilling out.
         “This is just an exercise for me,” Darwin boasted, saying between her lips as she held tightly onto his hair.
         “Just like that, babe…”
         “You’re now calling me babe, woman.” Minerva chortled but immediately moaned again—the music that is repetitively urging Darwin to move faster, rock quicker, and thrust deeper.
         “Is it just okay for the baby?” He jerked his head to her, whose legs were atop his. It was now her turn to dance like a cowgirl. And by the look of her face, she was utterly enjoying it, enjoying this.
         “It’s okay. This is just an ordinary thing to do by couples, isn’t it?” Their uneven breath has fogged the car. She lifted her body for a bit. 
Darwin held tight to her waist, her huge belly meeting his wet, rock-hard cock.
         “I love you, Darwin.” There. Those are the words that he had been longing to hear, always wanted to hear. It made his snake more ferocious and stronger now.
         She slid down again, aligning his meat carefully into her abyss.
         “And I loved you too.” She said, gripping her ponytailed hair tightly. Her back facing him, his other hand was caressing her bouncing breasts.
         “Look into the mirror,” he hoisted her face to the car’s mirror. “I love our chosen position, and this union.”
         She turned her head to him and met those wet lips of his as she slowly moved. Slower and slower, as if she’s prioritizing their kiss rather than their bodies’ needs.
         He was inside her, and she was inside him. Together and converged, like how their love was meant to be.
         For the span of ten minutes, they’ve relished this dance more than the destination they’re attending too.
         And minutes turned to an hour as they’ve ended their sensual dance into another set of making out.