Krys fell into the recliner, exhausted but happy. Dex was right behind her, dropping their bags and collapsing on the couch. “So, when are we going to tell everyone?” he asked through a yawn.

Feeling giddy at first, Krys had considered making the announcement right away, but with Jordan and Kylie having just gotten married a month ago, she didn’t want to steal anyone’s thunder. Besides, there were other things on her mind than making an announcement to the entire extended family.

“Let’s wait a bit. Maybe a month or so,” she said, turning her head to look at him. “They might be concerned with the quickness and secretiveness of it all. Why are you in such a hurry?”

Dex leaned over and grabbed her arm, pulling her to her feet and then onto the couch with him. He leaned back so she was practically lying on top of him. “I just want to brag that I have the most beautiful and intelligent and caring wife on the face of this earth. That’s all.”

Krys preened under his praise, even if she still didn’t take compliments easily. “You’re a charmer, Dex Collier.”

“I try,” he chuckled. “Besides, you were the one in a hurry to elope. Why were you in such a rush?”

Amidst all the controversy and trouble at the start of their relationship, Krys had come to greatly value their privacy. Several times over the last four months, Dex had proposed to her, and she’d hesitated, terrified that something would change in their blissful world if she agreed and made things official. But since the wedding, she’d been thinking about it, and she’d started to long for the chance to feel like she really belonged to someone.

So, when Dex had brought it up again two weeks ago, Krys had agreed, deciding to suggest they elope. In a way, she knew she’d been ready a long time ago and didn’t want to wait anymore. Another bit of her worried that another chaotic meltdown would occur, and she couldn’t stomach another rift in her world. Mostly, she hadn’t felt the need to parade herself down an aisle, all dressed up, just to prove to a bunch of people she barely knew that she and Dex were committed to each other.

So, they’d taken a weekend trip to Las Vegas, partied through the nights, and gotten married. They would probably have a small family party to celebrate eventually, perhaps even invite the soccer team and some of her friends from work. For the moment, though, she felt perfectly justified in keeping it to herself.

“I suppose my reasons were very similar,” she said aloud, smiling at him. “I couldn’t wait to call the handsomest, kindest, most humorous man I’ve ever met my husband.”

Dex gazed at her with adoration she could feel deep in her soul. “I love you so very much,” he told her in a gruff, emotional tone. “I never thought I’d find a woman I could love like this. But I guess I was just waiting for you all along.”

Krys beamed. “And I didn’t think men like you existed. But everyone deserves a happy surprise in their lives, don’t they?” She lowered her head, pressing her lips to his in a show of her devotion to him, but his hands slid up her sides, and he pried her mouth open with his tongue, deepening the kiss and making the blood in her veins heat to a boiling point.

He stroked the curves of her breasts, and Krys sighed into his mouth. Dex had a way of making her drip with just the slightest of touches, and she reveled in the attention he paid to those small details. From the start, he’d noted all the small things that drew out her arousal, made her wild with need, and sent her reeling and unable to control herself with each orgasm. And those orgasms were like nothing she’d ever dreamed of in her life.

Now, he used them to his advantage, until she sometimes begged him to stop and just finish what he started, fulfilling his own needs. And as he slipped his fingers under her blouse, tickling along her stomach and around the line of her bra, she knew he was going to do it again. She didn’t try to stop him, letting herself fall into that place where she reacted from sensation instead of thought. Only Dex could do that to her.

She sighed into his mouth as his kiss grew more insistent, his tongue tangling with hers the way she knew arms and limbs would before they were done, and she lifted herself slightly so he could work the buttons on the front of her shirt. She wanted to be naked, pressed against the skin of his body, the hard planes of his chest and abs. She wanted to feel the heat as well as the hard length of his cock pushing against her thigh and begging entrance to her core.

After he drew the material down her arms, he rolled her up to straddle him and lifted his torso to yank the t-shirt from his own body. Krys laid her hands on him, kneading the muscles that were so hard and tight, and she let her fingers drift down to his waist, unbuttoning his fly and extracting her prize. His cock wanted her attention, falling easily into her hand as she stroked up and down, making him hiss in response.

She loved Dex, and she enjoyed every moment they spent together. She thrived under his ministrations when they made love and wouldn’t trade a second of it. But these were the moments she lived for, the times when she gave him pleasure and, for a few heartbeats, had complete control over him. It empowered her and made her more open to trying new things, to accepting the way he could hold so much sway over her in so many ways.

Cupping her breasts, he squeezed and swiped his thumbs over her hard, pebbled nipples. She whimpered as electrical sparks shot straight from there to her core, and it erupted with molten passion pouring into her panties. “I don’t know how you do this to me, Dex. One minute, I’m exhausted and can barely move, and the next, you’ve got me so worked up I can’t even imagine falling asleep.”

He unsnapped her bra, pulling it off, and then he drew her back down on top of him. “It’s because we’re a perfect match, Krys. We’ve got incredible chemistry and the love to go with it. Now, stop talking and take off your damn clothes. I want to get at least two fingers inside you before I bury myself in there.”

Krys groaned. She’d learned to appreciate ‘dirty talk’ with him, the blatant words turning her on, sometimes making her animalistic in her instinctive need. She lifted her hips, and let him tug down her pants and panties. Somehow, as she kicked them aside, he shifted and managed to peel off his tight jeans, and she marveled still at the beauty of him from head to toe. His eyes ate her up, roaming her body and searing her skin before he could even trace the same path with his hands. She laid down on top of him, letting her heavy beasts fall onto his chest, the pressure scintillating.

True to his word, Dex’s had found purchase on her hip and then made its way around low on her stomach, and when he reached lower, Krys naturally spread her legs to give him access to her most sensitive places. His thumb fell instantly on her clit, rolling and pushing until she thought she would lose all sense of reason. But she held on, not wanted to explode prematurely. She could come several times, but if she waited long enough for the first release, everything was exponentially better.

Still rolling on her button, his fingers slicked along her folds, lubricating in the moisture gathered there, and Dex spread them, baring her entrance and teasing at her pussy with one finger. She wanted so much more, and she bucked her hips until he thrust two fingers inside, curling them until they pushed against that magical spot.

He shoved his fingers against that button, over and over, and Krys rode his hand shamelessly, taking her pleasure from him, milking it for as much as she could. And then a blinding light exploded in front of her eyes, her whole body seized, and it felt like a bolt of lightning had struck her as she came with a cry and the force of thousands of kilowatts coursing through her.

"Yes!" Dex triumphed. "Cum for me, Krys. I love the way you cum for me."

She shuddered, the overwhelming ecstasy flooding her as she flooded his hand until she thought she wouldn’t have anything left. But she still wanted more, and now, she wasn’t going to let him have the upper hand. With quaking arms, she lifted herself from his hand and lowered herself onto his throbbing cock, not even taking her time to adjust to the size of him as she had so many times before.

She was so wet he slid in easily, piercing her as she impaled herself in one smooth stroke. Dex let out a choked sound as she rocked her hips, delighting in the way her inner walls convulsed already as if they wanted to get away from the friction and yet latch onto it at the same time. “Fuck, Krys!” he cried through clenched teeth. “I don’t know how long I can hold on if you keep that up.”

With a mischievous, almost devilish, grin, she rocked again, and she felt him twitch inside her as he squeezed his eyes shut, his face hard with determination. “God, you feel good,” he breathed.

“So do you,” she whispered as she leaned over to kiss his throat, his chest. She bent further to nibble at his ear, making her shift above him so he slid in and out of her a couple of inches. The sensation made them both shiver, and his fingers curled around her waist, their tips digging in with a delicious biting sensation. She arched her back, changing the angle where he fit inside, and she sucked in a harsh breath at the way his tip pushed deeper into her.

Even where his hands were, Dex’s fingers were long, and his thumb traveled down to her clit, rubbing it as she rode him with slow, determined motions. He raised his hips, as if he could dive deeper, and her eyes popped wide as he connected with the end of her, a hard thrust that left her breathless with the exquisite pleasure of it.

Invigorated, Krys rode harder and faster, though she kept the rhythm from quickening too much. She didn’t want the pure need to take control. She needed to drive this train for a while longer.

And then, that choice was taken from her in the most intoxicating manner. Dex grabbed her waist, lifting her from him, and in one graceful motion, he flipped her down onto her back as he got to his knees. She fell hard enough for it to knock the air out of her in a soft puff just before he pushed her legs back so that her knees were by her head. He spread them wide, looming over her with hunger in his eyes and his lips set in a thin line.

He slid a finger over her slit, ran a circle around her opening, and then he shoved inside her so hard she cried out with the threat of an orgasm that she almost couldn’t contain. She bit her lip as he started pounding into her with brute force, fast and hard strokes that neared the threshold between pleasure and pain. Other lovers had been gentle almost to the point of passive, and she’d always thought she preferred it that way. Sometimes, Dex was gentle, but it was thrilling. And when he was rough, it was even more enjoyable, the difference really keeping her interest piqued.

She tried to meet his hips with her own, but he worked too fast, his motions too harsh, and all she could do was raise her hips to change the angle and offer as much of herself to him as possible. It sent her over the edge, and she cried out as every nerve in her body exploded and died a little death. She writhed, but she couldn’t move much in the position where Dex held her, and he smiled in triumph at her complete surrender to him.

Krys didn’t care; she was in her own space, her own state of bliss, and she barely noticed when he started to lose control. His rhythm faltered, and the pressure wavered as he tried to hold on a little longer. But she wanted him to join her on the next wave, and she could already feel it building inside her. With what little strength she had left, she pushed up onto her elbows, her body folded so tightly she felt like a contortionist, but it was the perfect move. It drove his cock into her until she imagined it was buried all the way to her womb, and he grunted with the increased sensation.

She felt him twitch, saw his muscles tighten as he broke out in a sheen of sweat. His face contorted as he tried to hold back, but her inner walls grabbed at him as the rolling waves crashed hard and brought her to another culmination, and it took him along for the ride. He spilled into her, hot and heavy, and his body quaked and convulsed on top of her, his arms no longer strong enough to hold him up. Krys took his weight as if it were her burden to carry, wrapping her legs around him and holding him against her as she screamed her delight.

Eventually, heavy limbs and the slick of sweat worked with the exhaustion of their shared intimacy, and they sagged, Krys’ legs sliding down as Dex rested atop her without forgiveness. She basked in it, even as she fought to breathe deeply. Between the exertion and the extra pressure on her lungs, she found it difficult to get enough oxygen. Dex was struggling, too, and they seemed to finally calm after several long minutes.

She tried to move, wanting to stroke his back, but she could barely lift an eyelid, much less an arm. So, she just lay there, waiting and enjoying the moment. When his breathing had recovered, he chuckled softly, which had him sliding out of Krys, and she frowned, wondering what could be so funny. “Why are you laughing?” Her throat was raw from screaming, and her voice was hoarse, breaking in the middle.

He turned his head so his mouth was by her ear, his face resting against her shoulder as his breath traveled around behind her neck and through her hair. “I was just thinking. Maybe we should slow down a little, you know?”

“Why is that? Are you worried we’ll burn out too soon?” she joked.

“Never,” he answered with conviction. He lifted his head enough to look into her eyes, and his glowed with mischief. “I just thought we should probably enjoy the married life a while before we had another kid. And at the rate we’re going, if we didn’t already make a baby over the weekend, we probably did just now.”

Krys swallowed hard. “Is that really what you were thinking? Would it really bother you to have so little time before we had a child? I thought it wouldn’t be a problem. I mean, there’s already one here.”

He shrugged. “Really, I wouldn’t care either way. After all, I’m trying all sorts of new things. You’re the one who’s just not getting any sort of break. But if it’s what you want, I’m all for another kid as soon as you’re ready.”

She loved that he already thought of Amy as one of his own. It would irk Jordan for a while, but he’d learn that it was a good thing, just as Krys welcomed Kylie as another example and authority in Amy’s life. “It’s good to hear that,” she told Dex. “After all, I’d hate to disappoint you by saying it’s too late to make that choice.”

He frowned at her, looking confused. “Why would you be worried about disappointing me?” he asked. “I don’t think there’s anything you could do to disappoint me, especially giving me a child.”

“Well, then, I’ve got the perfect gift for you,” she said, locking eyes with him and trying to speak to him without saying a word. He stared at her for a long moment, obviously lost.

Then, his eyes went wide, and he sat up, moving off her and staring back and forth between her stomach and her face. “Wait, are you telling me you’re pregnant?”

She nodded hesitantly, unable to gauge this reaction. His face was filled with shock, but that didn’t tell her if he was happy or upset about it. She bit her lip again and watched him for a sign. Slowly he reached out a hand and brushed it over her stomach, which was still quite flat. But that wouldn’t last long. She could already feel it thickening below the skin, and soon, she would have a small pudge. “How long?” he asked.

“About nine weeks.” She hadn’t waited long to tell him; she’d only found out two days before they’d left for Vegas. “I told you I wasn’t using birth control.”

“I know. I just didn’t expect it to happen so soon.” Krys’ chest ached; that didn’t sound pleased. But then he swept her up into his arms and started laughing. “I can’t believe it. I’m gonna be a dad! This is wonderful!”

Relief and excitement flooded her, and Krys’ heart nearly leapt out of her chest. “I’m glad you’re happy. I worried about that.”

“I’m thrilled! I can’t believe I’m getting a good woman, her beautiful daughter, and a brand new baby all at once.” He placed a hand on each side of her head and stared at her with liquid eyes. “I am a very lucky man.” He kissed her quickly and reached for his phone. “We need to get Amy over here. I don’t want to disappoint her anymore. She obviously thinks we’ve been trying to give her a little brother or sister for a long time.”

Krys laughed. “Well, let me take a shower while you call. While you’re at it, tell Jordan and Kylie to come over. I don’t want to wait after all. Let’s just announce everything.” She was too happy and too proud of her life and her future to hold back anymore.

“That’s my girl!” he called after her.