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“Come on, just do it. Please?”
I sighed and closed my eyes.
“I thought I was the one who gave the orders around here, pet,” I teased her.
“Not right now you’re not, hush,” she replied, “and hold out your hand.”
Suspiciously, I did so, wondering what to expect.
I felt something touch my palm, but it was impossible to tell what— just something small and made of lightweight plastic.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Open your eyes and see!” she exclaimed excitedly.
I obeyed her, looking down at the object.
It only took a second for me to process what the item was, and my heart started to pound.
“No,” I gasped.
My eyes went to the little window on the pregnancy test, where a bright pink plus sign was emblazoned, clear as day.
I looked at her, and she nodded.
“Yes!”
I threw my arms around her, the pregnancy test clattering to the floor, and whirled her around with a shout of delight. She squealed and clung to me, laughing. I covered her face in kisses, and then did the same to her cheeks, nose and forehead, until finally my lips met hers and flooded both of us with fire.
When we eventually broke the kiss, we were both panting, but her smile still glowed.
“So…you’re happy that I’m pregnant?” she asked with a giggle.
“More than you can possibly imagine, pet.”
“Even if it means we might have to postpone the wedding so that I’ll be able to fit into my dress?” she asked, wincing.
“Even then,” I assured her. “We could elope tomorrow or wait ten years to get married, Jonna, I don’t care. As long as you’re here with me, that’s all that matters.”
Her eyes welled with tears and they trickled down her cheeks.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you, too, pet,” I said and then kissed her again.
That kiss was even hotter than the first, and soon Jonna was pressing herself against me and I could feel the need rising in her, not to mention the throbbing in my own pants.
I scooped her off her feet and carried her to our bedroom. We still used the playroom, too, but now didn’t feel like that kind of moment. I didn’t want to fuck my pet— I wanted to make love to my fiancée and the mother of my unborn child.
I set her gently on her feet and tugged at the waistband of her stretchy pair of lounge pants and marveled a little at the versatility of her beauty. She looked every bit as stunning in her lazy, comfortable, sick-day outfit as she did at her most dolled up.
Letting the pants and her panties puddle around her ankles, I tugged the t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside, letting it fall to the floor as well. She worked my belt with expert fingers and did away with my clothes just as hastily as I’d removed hers.
When I had her bare and ready, I swept her off her feet once more and lay her in the center of our bed, then spread her legs.
Her breath hitched in anticipation and I trailed a path of kisses down her body, pausing to pay special attention to her hardened nipples until her whimpers reached a desperate crescendo and I knew her pussy was aching for my undivided attention, which I was only too happy to give it.
I kissed my way down her belly, then over her mound until my mouth hovered over her damp slit. I pressed a kiss to her lower lips, teasing, and she gasped.
“Please, master…” she moaned.
I slipped my tongue between her folds, savoring her sweetness, and lapped at every inch until I made my way to her clit. When my tongue flicked over the sensitive nub, she gasped and moaned, gripping my hair.
I licked and sucked on that delicate little bud, relishing the pleasurable sounds she made with every stroke of my tongue.
Her thighs tightened around my face and her moans grew louder, so I upped the intensity, assaulting her clit with my mouth until she let out a wail of ecstasy and came on my tongue.
I lapped up every sweet drop of her juices eagerly, making her shudder and shake with aftershocks, until finally I straightened up and met her gaze.
Her cheeks were flushed, and she was panting hard. I smirked and ran my tongue over my lips before leaning in and kissing her, letting her taste her own arousal. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me closer.
When her legs coiled around my waist, I knew she was ready for round two, and I gripped the base of my cock to guide it into place. I dragged the head through her wet folds, teasing her, and she gazed up at me with pleading, needy eyes.
“Tell me what you want,” I ordered.
She didn’t hesitate.
I loved our easy intimacy together now—how vulnerable she had learned to be with me, physically and emotionally.
