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need to fuck you now.”
    With the redundant sexy toy thrown down to the base of the bed, I sat upright and moved to raise my red dress over my shoulders, but he stopped me, as he said “No leave it on for me, I like you wearing red.”
    “ Okay,” I giggled, before adding “So how do you want me?”
    “ On your back...”
    He moved aside, throwing his damp and crumpled towel to the bedside floor, and allowed me the room to lay in the centre of our bed, as I parted my slender thighs expectantly for him to be able to penetrate me with his lovely cock. He crouched over me, and with his firm penis hovering with intent, before he gently eased each of the shoulder straps down, exposing my pert, braless breasts. I wasn't exactly what you would call busty, but at least I had grown into a B-Cup, after being barely more than an A-Cup for my first boyfriend Steve, who I dated for a year whilst at college. For my man though, size was irrelevant, as what he really enjoyed about my bare breasts, were my nipples, which never seemed to let me down when the occasion arose, as like so many times before, they were now fully erect – sending him a clear message that I was fully aroused and ready to feel him inside me , after what had felt like an incredibly long week alone.
    As he had done so many times before, he took a minute or two to worship each of my nipples in-turn, licking them and teasing them as he dared to gently nibble at each of my swollen teats, before lifting himself upwards, to face me, and to French kiss me passionately as the tip of his bare cock began to search for my slender, but increasingly wet entrance. As he pressed his weight forwards, to do what nature had intended and seeking to bury himself within my inner-folds , I suddenly stopped him though, by grasping at his upper arm firmly.
    “ Shit, I forgot to take my pill!” I shrieked.
    He looked down at me calmly, with the tip of his cock already beginning to part my entrance, as he replied with “Well when do you normally take it?”
    “First thing before work,” before I added “I'd better go and take it now...”
    He held me there, with his strong masculine bodyweight, and simply said “Why don't we not bother, we are engaged to be married after-all aren't we Sammy?”
    “Yeah, but I might get pregnant?” I replied in exasperation, knowing full-well that my younger sister Kayleigh had fallen pregnant recently, after claiming that she only did it once without any protection. Her impending journey into single motherhood frightened the life out of me, although I still wasn't sure if I really believed that she only forgot to protect herself that one time !
    “ Listen, you're really not getting it, I'm saying that if you fall pregnant, you fall pregnant. That is unless you really don't actually want kids with me?”
    I paused to take in the gravity of what he was saying, feeling once again that my young life was again racing forwards at 100 miles per hour, before replying with “Of course I want kids with you silly,” before adding “I'm just not sure if now is the right time to start trying, I mean – I'm only 22.”
    “ Yes but I'm 32 Sammy...”
    He had a valid point, and we were after-all engaged to be married, and more importantly 'happy', although deep down I hoped that I wouldn't fall straight away, as I firmly held him, either side of his hips and said “Come on then, are you going to fuck me and give me a baby or what then Mister?”
    Spurred on by my obvious willingness to comply with his wishes, I was soon laid back submissively, my eyes tightly closed, with my thighs held high and wide, as I enjoyed his pace gradually progressing from a slow and steady exploratory few strokes, to a more 'piston like', unbridled and passionate motion. As I revelled in the feeling of this Friday homecoming sex session , I couldn't help but begin to imagine the changes that would begin to occur within my young and hopefully fertile body, at the point where he