ZANE LEWIS
It takes me a second to actually make sense of what Harper is saying. By the time I kiss her, I’m already really feeling it. I’d been half-wanting to make a move on my soon-to-be wife when I pulled into the parking lot, but hearing that she’s pregnant, carrying my future child, just sets me right over the edge. All I can think about is how much I want to show her I love her, how much I want to feel her body wrapped around mine with nothing in between us.
I look around again quickly, making sure no one is coming, and I pull Harper down with me onto the grass, and she comes along eagerly. I feel hesitant to pin her to the grass, so I lift her onto me, but still press every inch of her body against mine.
“You know, you’d think by now we’d remember to bring a blanket or something with us when we do this,” Harper murmurs against my lips as we start to slip each other’s clothes off.
It’s a little after dawn, and the mosquitoes have already mostly disappeared for the night, but there’s a little chill in the air. As we get more and more naked I have to admit, for a second at least, that a blanket would have been a good idea.
But we’re both too hot to care about it or anything but getting each other more naked. I kiss her again and again; it’s like I can’t stop. My hands get to work on her clothes, and slip up between her legs to stroke her. After five years of being with her, I know exactly how she likes it best, and right now the only thing I have on my mind is showing her how much I love her.
“I love how wet you get,” I murmur in her ear, cradling her against me while I find her clit by touch and begin to rub it in slow, tight little circles.
Harper moans, shuddering against me, and her hand reaches for my already-hard, throbbing, aching cock. I groan at the feeling of her fingers wrapping around me, stroking me slowly, almost mimicking what I’m doing to her.
“Are we taking our time or are we here to get this done?” I nip at the sensitive little spot along Harper’s throat in response to her question, sliding one finger inside of her tight, wet pussy.
“Right now,” I continue, “I’m all about getting you off as many times as I can before we need to head the rest of the way home.”
Harper chuckles and trembles in my arms as I add a second finger, working her slowly but steadily.
“Fuck, God… Zane…” Harper’s hand tightens around my cock and it’s hard for me to focus on her. It feels too good.
“You know exactly how to touch me, you have no idea how hot that is, how great it is,” I tell her, working my fingers a little faster.
“You too. God… you are so, so good at this,” Harper says, gasping as I barely brush my fingertips against her clit.
“They say that it’s good to keep having as much sex as possible while you’re pregnant,” I say, and Harper chuckles breathlessly.
“Good thinking,” she says, and I feel my cock somehow getting even harder, thinking about having as much sex as possible with the beautiful woman clinging to me as I touch her.
I kiss her again as I work her pussy, getting her hotter and wetter, feeling her get more and more turned on by the moment. I hold her body against mine, smiling to myself as Harper begins to slow her stroking of my cock, even as she gets closer and closer to climax.
“Aren’t you going to…” Harper doesn’t finish the sentence, and I shake my head, too turned on to even talk for a moment.
I want to be inside her so badly, but I also want to make her feel as good as possible before I do.
“Not yet,” I say, slowly rubbing her clit. Harper cries out, and I feel her muscles clench around me as her climax starts, her whole body shuddering.
I work her right up until I feel her body relax against me, and slowly, very slowly, withdraw, bringing my fingers up to my mouth to taste her. She tastes just as good as ever, and knowing I got her off, tasting it on my fingers, makes me even more turned on than ever.
It only takes Harper a minute or two to recover, or so it seems to me, and we’re kissing again, touching each other. I’m guiding the tip of my cock up against her soaking wet folds. I hold her close as I slide into her, groaning against her neck as I feel her tight, wet pussy wrapping around me.
I let Harper do most of the work at first, twisting her hips as she rides me. Then after a few moments I can’t even help myself anymore, I have to get involved. I thrust up into her, hard and fast, and we’re just going at it without any kind of restraint at all, not even caring if we’re about to get caught.
I try to hold back a little while longer, but it’s impossible. Harper feels too good wrapped tight around me. I press Harper’s body against mine as I feel the first jolting shocks of pleasure coursing through me. I kiss her hungrily as we both hit our climax together, riding through it until we’re both exhausted.
I blank out for a moment, and when I come back, Harper’s breathing is just beginning to slow. We’re both drenched in sweat, but we’ll cool off quickly, it’s not the really hot time of year yet.
“We should probably get to the house before the parents start worrying,” Harper says.
I bring her hand, with her engagement ring, up to my lips and kiss it. “We’re going to keep this between us for a while, right? The baby, I mean. Obviously we’re going forward with telling them about being engaged,” I say.
Harper thinks about it and nods.
“I want to keep it between us until some of the excitement about us being engaged wears off,” Harper tells me.
“It’s kind of appropriate, when you think about it. Considering how much of our relationship we’ve kept a secret from them over the years.”
Harper giggles and climbs off me, and we start getting dressed.
“Now that I think about it, it’s kind of perfect,” Harper says as we finally walk back to the car. We should get to our parents’ houses just in time.
“You’re still sure that you want to have our wedding on my parents’ anniversary?”
Harper nods.
“Since we started out on their anniversary, it feels right,” she says. I give her hand a squeeze and we get into the car to head the last few miles to our parents’ houses right next to each other, and think about the fact that it actually does feel right that we’ll be starting our new lives together as married people on the anniversary of my parents’ wedding.
“Let’s get there and let them know, then,” I say, starting the car. I pull out of the parking lot at the lake, glancing at it in the rear-view mirror, and I think to myself that I can’t think of anywhere else I would have rather learned about our future.
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