“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” I tease Isabella after I finally read enough bedtime stories to Madison to last a lifetime.

“Ha-ha,” she answers flatly and sticks out her tongue.

I settle down beside her on the couch and smell her hair as she snuggles in against my arm. The familiar scent of roses after rain teases my nostrils as I rest my cheek on her head. “That was a pretty great thing you did tonight. Madison is pretty excited about the zoo.”

“I’m glad. I think we’ll have a fun day. I’ll probably take her on Thursday morning. I don’t imagine it will be super packed then.” She clasps my hand, rubbing my thumb over her dainty fingers, smiling when I touch the cool metal of her engagement ring.

“I just hope you know what you’re in for. Going anywhere with Madison can be exhausting, let alone when you’re about to pop.” I laugh.

“Hey, I’m not a water balloon!” She sticks me in the ribs with her elbow playfully and smiles up at me.

“I heard what you were telling Madison about your aunt. I had no idea you stayed with her for a while.”

Isabella’s smile fades, her eyes turning down toward our joined hands.

“Yeah, we’ve never really gotten into all of that, have we? Now that my folks and I are getting along, I kinda just want to leave that stuff where it belongs, in the past. Everything I told Madison was true, but I left out the part where my mom turned her back on me and pawned me off on her sister.” Her face twists up into a knot as she thinks back on darker days for her family.

“Well, you want to know what I think?”

Isabella looks up at me, waiting for me to continue, but I find my thoughts are scattered as I take in her beautiful pout.

God, she’s so sexy. “I think you walked through the fire and came out on the other side forged like steel. You’re stronger now. I wouldn’t wish the pain from your past on anyone, but I know our girls are going to be better for having such a strong mom to look up to.” I run my hand over her belly as she smiles wistfully.

“You’re still convinced we’re having a girl, huh?” she prods.

I shrug. “Time will tell, I guess. I’ll be happy either way.” I run my thumb over her lips and my cock twitches when she opens them up and exhales, closing her eyes and throwing her head back. “You’re absolutely amazing, do you know that?”

“What do you mean?” She opens her twinkling brown eyes. She knows perfectly well the effect she has on me.

“Well, let’s see. You’re a kick-ass mom, a stunning woman, and a damned near perfect fiancée. I’d say that makes you pretty amazing.” I lean in and kiss her, savoring her sweet lips like it’s the last drop of champagne on New Year’s Eve.

Isabella suddenly pulls back and cocks her head to the side. “What do you mean ‘near perfect’? Hmmm?” She raises her eyebrow as she enjoys putting me on the spot.

“Did I say ‘near perfect’? See, you’re even an amazing listener! Is there anything you can’t do?” I smile innocently, making her laugh.

Is there anything better than the sound of her laughter? Oh yeah, there’s one thing I like to do more than make her laugh… make her cum.

I wrap my hand around the back of her head, drawing her into my lips. I pull her bottom lip in with my teeth and give it a little tug, making her gasp with desire. Isabella abruptly pulls away, looking me dead set in the eyes, and makes quick work of peeling off her shirt, up over her head, in a single tug. She stands up in front of me, wiggling her hips, teasing me, and I almost pull the button off her pants when I rip them off of her.

Standing in her bra and panties, she’s a vision. With her plump, firm breasts and her growing belly, she looks like a goddess. I unbutton my shirt impatiently and toss it to the end of the couch. My pants hit the floor not even seconds later. Isabella gently pushes me backward, so I plop back down on the couch.

I wrap my arm around the small of her back and pull her toward me, leaning in and leaving a trail of kisses over her stomach down to the fabric barrier of her panties. I open my mouth and breathe heat over her panties before pressing my eager tongue against the lace. Her natural perfume is making me crazy, and I tug the delicate lingerie easily down over her hips until her sex is exposed.

My tongue swirls from side to side, devouring her sweet juices as Isabella moans and leans into my mouth. I wrap my hands around her round ass and hold her steady as I thrash my tongue over her clit. Her moans grow louder as she rocks forward by pushing herself up on her tippy-toes, like she’s torn between trying to escape my tongue and chasing her pleasure. Sucking her clit in past my lips, I flicker my tongue over her sensitive nub relentlessly until her hands are twisting in my hair as her cries of passion are filling my ears.

Isabella slumps down over me, holding herself up by propping her hands on my shoulders. She’s panting in my ear as the trembles of little aftershocks run through her smooth skin. Once her breathing slows, she stands back up and shakes her panties the rest of the way down her legs. As soon as they hit the floor, she kicks them away with her toes.

Placing each of her legs astride mine, she lowers herself down until her wet pussy slides down my throbbing cock. I grunt at how tight she feels against me as she bucks her hips slightly and grabs my shoulders for support. Using nothing but her strong legs and the support of my shoulders, she slides up and down my cock, totally in control. The fire in her eyes is unmistakable. It’s the look of a woman who knows exactly what she wants and will stop at nothing to get it.

Picking up speed, Isabella begins to make small circles with her hips like she’s twirling an invisible hula hoop as she continues to ride me like a bronco. Her tits bounce in front of my face, and I bury my head between them, kissing one and then the other. Isabella throws her head back and groans loudly as her pussy squeezes my cock tight. My balls tighten as my orgasm tears through me like a back draft in a burning building. I hold her down against the base of my cock and fill her with my seed.

When our bodies stop twitching together, and our hearts stop beating like we ran a marathon, Isabella stands up and tugs me up by my hands from the couch. I’m surprised by the devilish glint in her eye as she quickly bundles up our clothes and nods toward the hall.

“What do you think? You got another round in ya?” she purrs, pulling my hand down the hall toward our bedroom.

Christ, she’s insatiable!

“Only one more? I can do this all night,” I murmur.

“I’m glad you said that”—she looks over her shoulder with a sly smile—“’cause that’s exactly what I had in mind.”