I stayed planted at least seven feet from where she was and kicked off my shoes. She sat up on the couch and stretched, arching her back and chest toward me in invitation. We still hadn't spoken a word to each other, but so much had already been communicated. We were going to go at it like beasts and it would be excruciatingly good. Like always. So... having a mutual strip show, huh? Sounds goddamn perfect to me.Me first. I had more clothes to get rid of than she did. I think I was smiling. If it wasn't showing on the outside, I had a fucking clown grin going on the in- side. I worked the buttons on my shirt slowly, watching her watch me as her eyes grew smoky. I shrugged it off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I kicked it away with my foot and blinked at her.Your turn, my beauty.She did a move that I dearly love, and one she does so well it ought to be ille- gal. She raised her arms and crossed palms behind her neck and dragged them upward through her hair flexing her ne

The immense pressure building was already forcing a response within me and taking me forward for an orgasm. I pushed backward on his cock to let him know it was okay to keep going. "Ahhhhh... oh, God," I said, shuddering as he pressed forward again, the stretched feeling increasing to the point of pain until it seemed impossible, my body burning up. Then suddenly a give as he filled me up completely on a stinging thrust that took him all the way home. I closed my eyes on his shout and froze at the sensation."Fuuuck. you feel so good!" He held himself still and caressed both sides of my ass with his hands. "Baby... oh. fuck me... okay?" He was having trouble with words and I certainly understood that. I was having trouble holding still, and could feel the shakes returning. The convulsions weren't pain-induced, but involuntary reactions to the incredible assault on my erogenous zone. There was minimal pain because Ethan had prepared me slowly for this experience, taking me with care, a

Ethan kissed me, gentle and soft, his tongue slipping inside to tangle around lazily like there wasn't a care in the world for us right now. I felt his palm sweep down to rest low on my belly and he held it there, warm and protecting."We're gonna be okay, baby. I know we are. All three of us." I buried my face in his chest and nuzzled. "When you say it, I believe you.""It will. I know this." He lifted my face up and tapped his head with his fin- ger. "I have visions, just like you have those super powers of deduction that you told me about once." He gave me a wink."Really." I added some sarcasm, just so he'd know I was over my snit about the wedding and could go back to acceptance."Yup. You, me and our little blueberry will have our happily ever after."I had to shake my head at him. "We don't have a blueberry anymore." He feigned shock. "What happened to blueberry? Don't tell me you ate it.""You idiot." I nudged him in the ribs. "Blueberry is now raspberry." "Where are you getti

Dad knew? How?"I think you know, son. In fact, I know you know." "You do?" Yeah, voice still cracking like an opera singer onstage. "How is that possible?"He actually softened his expression a small bit. "It seems that a great deal of things are possible, son. Imagine my surprise to call up to Hannah's and have my granddaughter tell me gleefully that Uncle Ethan and Auntie Brynne are preggers."Oh boy! I immediately went for my beard and dragged a hand over it "So the little monster told you, huh?" "Indeed." Dad still kept up the harsh expression. "Zara had quite a bit to say about it."I held my hands up in surrender. "What do you want me to say. Dad? We got caught, all right? It wasn't intentional, and I can attest we were as surprised about it as everyone else was!"He folded his arms over his chest, seemingly unaffected by catching me off guard. "When is the wedding?"I looked down at the floor, suddenly feeling ashamed I had no answer for him. "I'm working on it," I mumbled. "P

Something cold and heavy slipped onto my finger. When I looked down to see what it was, the most gorgeous ring was perched on the fourth finger of my left hand. Antique, ornate, and huge a hexagonal deep-purple amethyst, set in platinum with diamonds, glittered up at me. I held it in the glow of the garden light so I could really get a good look. It was magnificent, beautiful and far too extravagant for me, but I loved it mostly because Ethan had chosen it. My hand shook and the tears started. I couldn't have stopped them for anything. It was a good thing he'd just said he didn't mind my tears because they would be dripping all over him in another moment. These were definitely of the joyful variety, though.."I-I want to m-marry you. I d-do. I love you so much, Ethan." My words came out on a sob. I just was so overcome by him I could hardly absorb everything. and I'm sure my state of hyper-hormonal didn't help either.Ethan picked up my hand and kissed it, the familiar brush of his go