The blindfold is snug around my eyes, the silky material blocking out all of the world. I can’t see anything, and it makes my other senses more acute. Though that does little to help me. It’s completely quiet, and I’m more aware of my clothing, the black dress hugging my curves.

“Are you ready?” Viktor asks before taking my blindfold away from my eyes and unveiling the sight of three towers overlooking us.

“I should’ve know,” I tease him, leaning over the middle of the car to kiss his mouth. “You really are splurging for our anniversary.”

“Wait until you see the suite. I went Penthouse this time. All the way at the top.”

I laugh as I look back at the hotel he’d booked for our special night out.

“This must’ve cost—”

He cuts me off, his finger on my mouth. “Don’t worry about the cost. I already missed five potential anniversaries. I want to make the sixth something to always remember.”

The valet arrives and takes the keys from Viktor, and he swiftly checks us into our private penthouse room.

While we wait through the process, I can’t help but think of our daughter. I have to admit, it’s weird being without Cierra. She’s actually spending the weekend with Viktor’s mom, as funny as that is. She flew in to see her son, and they had a lot of catching up to do, obviously.

It’s strange, because I never expected to be able to trust Cierra with anyone else. For all her life, it felt like it was just us against the world. But now I’m finding more support, and hell, Cierra’s grandma dotes on her like mad. She wasn’t even a little upset to find out about her granddaughter the way she did.

Viktor and I make our way to the elevators and he hits the top floor. I squirm in my little black dress, gnawing on my lip a little. This is the elevator ride that changed my life, once upon a time. It feels like an eternity has passed, and since Viktor’s return into my life, well... we’ve made up for a lot of lost time.

It feels like it takes forever just to get half way up the building, and though I’m trying to be patient, he can’t hold back any longer. His lips crash against mine, his fingers finding the apex of my thighs. The odds of anyone getting into the elevator going up are slim, but the risk of being caught is exciting. Especially since there are cameras literally everywhere.

Being a stripper always tickled my exhibitionist streak, but now that Viktor’s with me, well... Life has changed a lot, and I’ve quit the club. I only have a few more months before Cierra is in school full time, and both of us want me to be able to get as much time with her as possible. Besides, we can afford it.

Viktor gave up working with his friend in crime, but for his last act of wiping out the rival gang he was given a large nest egg. Enough for us to live our dreams, to retire to a small town on the east coast and start up a business for ourselves. Viktor runs a construction company now, while I’m working on my plans to open a little seamstress and fashion store. Nobody knows our pasts; it’s a fresh start.

But we came back here to Vegas to relive the memory of when we first met.

It’s not easy to think about that though with Viktor’s hands and lips all over me. His fingers find my clit, and he presses down on it, whispering in my ear, “I still can’t believe you’re not wearing panties. That thought drove me crazy all through dinner.”

“That was the point,” I moan back. “I was hoping you’d take me right then and there.”

He growls, his teeth finding my neck. “Careful. I just might bend you over and fuck you right here in the elevator if you keep this up.”

I shiver, half wanting to beg him to but before I can utter out ‘please’, we arrive on the top floor and the soft ding announces us.

Still, we have to make it down the hall to the room, and that’s slow going as his big, powerful hands roam over my hips and ass, his lips on my neck as I tilt my head to the side to let him kiss and suckle there, causing me to moan.

It’s just a lucky thing there’s nobody else roaming the hall; but then, with the penthouses so big there aren’t many rooms on each floor. We make it to our door eventually, and Viktor presses me up against the wall beside it. His hard, muscular body keeps me locked there as he nips and licks my neck.

Those hands take a moment to stop and caress my belly, which has swollen from the new child on the way. It didn’t take long after being reunited to see the little plus sign on the pregnancy strip. If that doesn’t testify to what a virile stud I’ve landed, I don’t know what does. Of course, there’s been a lot more sex since this second pregnancy, but the deed was done by then.

“You look so beautiful when you’re pregnant,” he husks into my ear in a gravelly voice. “I feel so sad I missed it the first time.” Slickly he manages to slide a hand over and slip the keycard into the door, unlocking it for us as he gazes into my eyes with such a fierce intensity.

“Yea, I’m going to require you not be a superhero and stand up for women in distress until this little guy’s born,” I say with a crooked grin. I bring my hand to his jawline, caressing it as he urges me in through the door to our elaborate suite. A bottle of champagne is already waiting for us on the table, but that’s quickly getting ignored as he further backs me into the bedroom.

My backward motions aren’t quick enough for Viktor though, and he just casually scoops me up into his arms, carrying me into the bedroom. Years in the marines, more in prison and now months working in construction have sculpted him into a perfect mountain of hard, stony muscle, and even with my pregnant belly, I’m like a doll to his bulging biceps.

He lays me onto the bed, kissing my lips still as he slowly pulls back to begin undoing his tie and stripping away his jacket and shirt. He unveils all those rippling, bulging muscles for my eyes to soak in. It really helps me appreciate what it’s like on the other side of an erotic dance, because even though he’s certainly not giving me a lap dance, it’s just so exciting to see him peel away the clothes to unveil the gorgeous muscles beneath.

I’m transfixed, my mouth hanging open as I watch. Oh, sure, we fuck all the time at home in between Cierra’s naps and late at night. But this is vacation sex. Vacation without a youngster sex. I finally get to appreciate Viktor’s beautiful body, and how badly I want him.

Those large hands of his move on down to unbuckle his belt and my eyes trail along that little sprinkling of hair, that treasure trail that leads me to the parting of his pants to see the thick bulge and snaking shaft beneath the cotton of his boxer-briefs.

He’s still the biggest man I’ve ever seen, and I reach out to press my hand atop his thick cock, to feel the pulse of heat, the throb of his arousal before I curl my fingers into the waistband and tug it down. That meaty dick springs out before me as he reaches to tug my dress down from my shoulders.

“So much has happened since we were last here,” I murmur as his mouth lands upon my shoulder. He teases me, trailing kisses along the cusp of my breasts. “We were such different people back then.”

His eyes meet mine and I can see a wicked grin forming on his face. “And now I have you right back here where I want you. Just in time for our second date.”

I laugh, but when his teeth find my erect nipple and he tugs it, he takes my breath away.

“Two pregnancies and six years later, I finally get the date you stood me up for,” I grin, and he suckles my areola in response.

“Hey,” he growls, pressing me back onto the bed as he hikes up my dress and gets over top of me, pinning me back. “The Las Vegas police stood you up. I’d never let my lady down if I could help it,” he says, brandishing that thick cock as he squeezes one of my heavy, swollen breasts, flicking a nipple and making me gasp.

“Yes, sir,” I say teasingly as my fingers wrap ‘round his cock, my gaze glued on his. “I think what matters most is making up for all those lost days and nights. So, soldier... what are you into?”

“You,” he husks gruffly, his dick swelling in my hand as he leans down and flicks his tongue over my other nipple, then suckles it briefly. “Or at least I will be in just a moment…” he grins at me deviously, his powerful body over me as he lowers himself down, that thick, bulging purple crown atop his manhood aiming for my womanhood. “You’ve got no idea what your tight little pussy does to me.”

I bring my hand down to my pussy, drawing the wetness out before I bring my fingers to his lips. “I’m guessing we have similar effects on each other,” I tease as he suckles my flavor off of me with a loud, low moan of approval. My taste makes his cock pulse wildly with excitement.

“I love you,” he says at last as his lips smack off of my fingers, his dick descending down, the tip kissing my slit before he sinks himself into me. That massive shaft of his, even after screwing like bunnies each day for months now, even after bearing his child once already, still so thick. It stretches my tight canal, makes me moan as he gives a husky moan of pleasure himself atop me.

“I love you, Viktor,” I say as my arms wrap around his neck. “My prince charming.” My lips go to his shoulders and I bite down to silence my moan before I remember... I’m not at home anymore. I can scream out his name at the top of my lungs, and I do once he rocks back those hips of his, tugging my labia with him only to thrust in again.

He’s huge, in every way, and though he’s being gentle with me because of my advancing pregnancy, he doesn’t have to be rough to make me squeal, moan and scream. He’s too much of a beast in the flesh to need to be harsh. Just that rising pace of his pounding into me, that steady slap of his groin and balls to my flesh, it’s enough to make me feel like the pleasure is being ripped out of my nerve endings and into my brain.

And the sight of all that hard muscle and sinew rippling, bulging, it’s a better sight than anything you could pay for.

I don’t hold back this time, the air filled with my screams and moans of pleasure. My fingernails carve half-moons into his back as I grip him tight. Every thrust sends electricity through my body, my pussy wrapped tightly around him. It reminds me of the first time, all of the passion just exploding between us, but it’s matured and turned into something new. Something exciting and arousing all on its own.

Viktor takes hold of my thighs, lifting my legs and spreading them open and back so that he can really slide right in deep without any hindrances. It lets him pound into me exactly as he wants to, burying his thick cock in me nearly to the hilt but holding back just that tiny bit to keep from battering my pregnant womb.

He’s a powerful man, but he’s a man in control. Even as I see the tension in his muscles, the conflict on his face to want to let loose and rut me wildly.

“I’m so damn glad that condom broke,” he growls at me deeply. “I want to keep you knocked up for the rest of your life if that’s what it takes to keep you as mine.”

I love it when he’s crass and he knows it. It brings another moan to my lips, another pulse of my pussy as my heart begins to race. A one night stand. That’s all we were supposed to be. But fate had other plans. It knew we were soulmates from that very first second I laid eyes on him so long ago.

“I never want to be without you a single day,” I purr seductively into his ear as my fingers go to the root of his cock. He can’t fit it all inside me, and I wrap a couple fingers and my thumb around the base, giving him a squeeze.

That added grip makes him groan out louder, arching his neck back. And I can feel by the swell in his shaft that he’s getting closer, his balls tightening as he reaches towards that climax.

“You didn’t have to knock me up to keep me. I’ve been yours ever since our first time.”

He slides his own thumb in towards my clit in response, pressing upon that sensitive bud and driving me towards my own orgasm as he plows into me. Harder, faster, a little more erratic as he moans and twitches with excitement.

“Take it,” he growls, and at last he tumbles over that precipice, burying his cock in me as much as he can as he unloads a thick, creamy blast of his seed, then another, and another. Each one I can feel in my fingers as I grasp him, stretching out my digits as he swells.

And our fingers mingle to bring me over that edge shortly after. Orgasms since I got pregnant have been so much more intense, my entire body so sensitive to all stimuli. I scream and wail as his fingers and mine keep those jolts of pleasure shocking through me over and over.

We’re a panting, quivering, glistening mess on the penthouse bed by the time we’re done, but Viktor is showering me with tender kisses and adoring touches, caressing my cheek and hair, stroking my pregnant belly.

“I love you Alice,” he says again in such a deep, sincere voice. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you and the life beyond, if one awaits me,” he says, reaching over into his blazer strewn at the foot of the bed.

And then my heart skips a beat as I watch him take out a tiny, black velvet box.

“Please Alice,” he says, opening it up and showing me the most lavish diamond ring I’ve ever seen in person, twinkling in the dim light of the room. “Make me complete. Be mine until the end of time, and I’ll be yours forevermore.”

I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy hormones or not, but he didn’t even finish before tears were streaming down my cheeks. Here we are, naked and prone, but I’ve never felt more loved and protected than when I’m with him, laying in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

My hand goes to my mouth and I just start nodding, words failing me in this most perfect moment. His hand finds mine, and the ring hovers around my manicured nail while he waits.

“I’ll be yours ‘til the end of time,” I finally sputter out, my voice cracking and filled with sobs.

He presses the ring down and his mouth finds mine, our engagement sealed with a messy, perfect, lust filled kiss.

We make love again, then again. It’s too late to call back home and let Viktor’s mom and Cierra know about the engagement, so we’ve nothing to do but express our love over and over again. And when I’m spent and can take no more, Viktor holds me, and we talk about the future as we watch the sun rise over Vegas. The fiery ball crests over the mountains to light up the desert and glint off the many tall, extraordinary buildings.

It’s a few hours earlier back on the east coast where Cierra is, so we clean ourselves up and call back home for a video chat. The bright faces of Cierra and Viktor’s mom smile at us.

Every little plan we had for how we’d tell them flew out the window when I just flash the giant ring on my finger and Cierra’s eyes bulge. Even at her age, she knows what it means and she claps excitedly.

“You’re my daddy for real now!” she says.

“That’s right,” Viktor remarks with a bright happy smile, his hand resting on my hip.

But his mom has a knowing look and a wry smile that leads me to believe she knew all about his proposal.

“I couldn’t ask for a better daughter-in-law,” she says honestly. “I’m so glad my son found and chose you, Alice. You’re every mother’s dream for her son.”

Her words bring a tear to my eye. Never did I think leaving it all behind to become a dancer in Las Vegas would lead to such an adventure. I found true love, a beautiful child, another bun in the oven, and real, true fulfillment.

And I can’t wait to settle down and just be a family.