her feel better, at least for a time. What guy would argue with that? She had always been instantly ready, but now it was like she was hungry for it.
Well, so was he.
He eased her back on the bed, pausing only long enough to kick off his shoes. The way she collapsed with a sigh made it clear she was not up for their usual rock’n’roll style sex.
That was okay with him. He stretched out beside her on the bed and leaned in for some intense, tongue-tangling kissing as he ran his fingers down and over her throat to the V in the bathrobe, and parted it in order to caress her long, strong, generous body.
When he paused for breath, he ran a hand over his chin. Stubble. He grinned. She liked stubble in certain places. That would be dessert. First the appetizer: he molded her breasts, stroking them slowly in the way she loved before he bent to tease her nipples with his tongue. When her breathing quickened, his kissed his way down her belly, parting the bathrobe wide, and then repositioned himself between her legs. Which widened when he brushed the silky skin inside her thighs with his chin.
Already her fingers crushed the bedspread, a good sign. He kissed her folds, sniffing deeply of her scent. She was so wet for him—he thrust his tongue in deep, and she moaned, her hips grinding. He flicked her clit with his tongue and she cried out, coming so sweetly. He sucked her in rhythm, intensifying the comedown, which he knew would leave her ready for more.
And now it was his turn. He unzipped and buried himself in her, still fully clothed. He’d discovered that she liked that sometimes, him wearing his clothes and she completely naked. She felt more wanton, and got adventurous—that is, when she was feeling good.
That was okay. Adventure could wait. He was too tired for that right now anyway. It felt insanely good to bury himself deep within her, fitting perfectly. They moved slowly together to make it last, until his own body overtook his mind with rising urgency. She clenched hard on him at just the right moment, sending him off like a rocket.
God, he felt great. As the pulses died away, he lay atop her, knowing that she liked it. That was another great thing about her: she was big and strong and extravagantly built, which meant he never had to hold back.
She was perfect. Their lives were perfect. Except he wished she felt better—maybe it was time to call the doctor—wait, didn’t she say something. . . Mentally he backtracked to the start of their conversation.
Yeah, she’d said ‘About that,’ then they were kissing and everything else went right out the window as his dick took over.
“Shelley.”
“Mmm?” He leaned up on an elbow, loving her sleepy smile in her flushed, glowing face. She didn’t look fluish now.
“You said, about that. About what?”
Her eyes flew open. She sat up, pulling the bathrobe around her again, shoved her hands into the pockets, then she got up. He followed her into the bathroom and started running the big bathtub so they could climb in together.
She didn’t climb right in like usual, but looked around, then said, “Ah.”
And picked up something from the back of the toilet tank, and held it out.
Mick glanced down at a colored strip of paper. “Huh?”
Shelley glanced from it to him, and said softly, “If this is right, we’re pregnant.”
* * *
Shelley watched Mick anxiously as she said, “I know we talked about it—your grandparents being elderly, and no one else in your family—but I didn’t think it would happen so quick. I mean, what happens if the pilot gets bought?”
“Then we deal. Plenty of actors do. We might even write it into the storyline, who knows? But that can wait.” He reached for her to kiss her again, tender and lingering this time. “Wow. This is amazing.”
They got into the big tub. As he sank into the hot, swirling water, he chuckled deep in his chest, his ice blue eyes gleams of delight. “I was about to suggest
Well, so was he.
He eased her back on the bed, pausing only long enough to kick off his shoes. The way she collapsed with a sigh made it clear she was not up for their usual rock’n’roll style sex.
That was okay with him. He stretched out beside her on the bed and leaned in for some intense, tongue-tangling kissing as he ran his fingers down and over her throat to the V in the bathrobe, and parted it in order to caress her long, strong, generous body.
When he paused for breath, he ran a hand over his chin. Stubble. He grinned. She liked stubble in certain places. That would be dessert. First the appetizer: he molded her breasts, stroking them slowly in the way she loved before he bent to tease her nipples with his tongue. When her breathing quickened, his kissed his way down her belly, parting the bathrobe wide, and then repositioned himself between her legs. Which widened when he brushed the silky skin inside her thighs with his chin.
Already her fingers crushed the bedspread, a good sign. He kissed her folds, sniffing deeply of her scent. She was so wet for him—he thrust his tongue in deep, and she moaned, her hips grinding. He flicked her clit with his tongue and she cried out, coming so sweetly. He sucked her in rhythm, intensifying the comedown, which he knew would leave her ready for more.
And now it was his turn. He unzipped and buried himself in her, still fully clothed. He’d discovered that she liked that sometimes, him wearing his clothes and she completely naked. She felt more wanton, and got adventurous—that is, when she was feeling good.
That was okay. Adventure could wait. He was too tired for that right now anyway. It felt insanely good to bury himself deep within her, fitting perfectly. They moved slowly together to make it last, until his own body overtook his mind with rising urgency. She clenched hard on him at just the right moment, sending him off like a rocket.
God, he felt great. As the pulses died away, he lay atop her, knowing that she liked it. That was another great thing about her: she was big and strong and extravagantly built, which meant he never had to hold back.
She was perfect. Their lives were perfect. Except he wished she felt better—maybe it was time to call the doctor—wait, didn’t she say something. . . Mentally he backtracked to the start of their conversation.
Yeah, she’d said ‘About that,’ then they were kissing and everything else went right out the window as his dick took over.
“Shelley.”
“Mmm?” He leaned up on an elbow, loving her sleepy smile in her flushed, glowing face. She didn’t look fluish now.
“You said, about that. About what?”
Her eyes flew open. She sat up, pulling the bathrobe around her again, shoved her hands into the pockets, then she got up. He followed her into the bathroom and started running the big bathtub so they could climb in together.
She didn’t climb right in like usual, but looked around, then said, “Ah.”
And picked up something from the back of the toilet tank, and held it out.
Mick glanced down at a colored strip of paper. “Huh?”
Shelley glanced from it to him, and said softly, “If this is right, we’re pregnant.”
* * *
Shelley watched Mick anxiously as she said, “I know we talked about it—your grandparents being elderly, and no one else in your family—but I didn’t think it would happen so quick. I mean, what happens if the pilot gets bought?”
“Then we deal. Plenty of actors do. We might even write it into the storyline, who knows? But that can wait.” He reached for her to kiss her again, tender and lingering this time. “Wow. This is amazing.”
They got into the big tub. As he sank into the hot, swirling water, he chuckled deep in his chest, his ice blue eyes gleams of delight. “I was about to suggest
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