"Oh my god," I gasp.

Hunter's stubble brushes against my thigh and his tongue flicks over my clit. My legs twitch as he tastes the most intimate part of me.

"I fucking need you now," I say.

He kisses my stomach, my breasts, my chin, and finally my lips. I bite his lip hungrily and I taste myself on him. I never thought I'd want to try that, but with him, I feel completely free. I know that he'll never judge me, and if I think it's hot, he'll think it's even hotter.

His hard cock slides against my slit. I'm so wet for him, and I feel so empty without him inside me. "Please," I whisper. "Put it in."

He fills me up, stretches me for him, and I gasp as he slips all the way in. "Oh my fucking god," I say. "You feel so fucking good."

My breasts ache for his touch, and he indulges me. Fully. He brushes his cheeks over my nipples, then takes each one in his mouth in turn, one after another, gently biting and licking them until they harden.

"You're my fuck toy," he breathes in my ear as he thrusts in and out. "Your pussy was built for my pleasure. It's all fucking mine. For now and forever."

I buck my hips to meet his thrusts. They go deeper than I've ever felt, and I can't help myself. My fingers find my clit, and I rub myself with the rhythm of his fucking.

"You—fuck—me—so—good," I breathe, and I use my fingers to hold myself open wider for him. I love the way his cock feels slipping between my fingers. I love knowing the pleasure I give him. I don't want it to ever stop.

"Oh, fuck," he says, and he pulls out for an instant. "God," I say, "put it back, I need you in me."

His body is so fucking perfect. I could get lost in those strong arms, those broad shoulders, that tight stomach.

He squeezes his eyes shut tight, and a couple drops of pre-cum drip out of his cock onto my belly. "Fuck," he says, "I almost lost control."

"I wish you would," I say. I run a finger over the droplets and bring it to my mouth, savoring his taste.

"You are so fucking sexy," he says. I feel him enter me again and start to thrust. Fuck. Now I'm getting close.

"Fuck me from behind," I say. I grip his wonderful, thick cock and slide it out of me. I flip over onto all fours, to get my pregnant belly out of the way. Then he enters me again, and the pleasure starts building again.

"Oh, yes," I gasp. His thumb presses against my ass, and it makes me feel so fucking dirty for him. It makes me want to push back even harder against him, to let him fill me up as much as he fucking can. I want everything he has to give me.

"Fuck me harder," I say, and I start rubbing my clit again. I hope he can feel me doing it. I want to be his little fucking slut and make all of his dirtiest dreams come true.

"I'm gonna cum," he says.

"Oh god, me too," I say.

He pounds into me, and when he groans his pleasure, it's the hottest sound I've ever heard. The flood of warmth inside me sends me over the edge, and a chain reaction explodes throughout my body, from my core, all the way to my fingers and toes.

When we come down from our orgasms, he doesn't pull out of me. I reach back and find his thick head of hair with my fingers, and pull him in closer to me, collapsing onto my side. His cock slips out and I feel his warmth run out of me, but I don't care. I want his everything. In me, and on me. I don't fucking care.

"God damn," he says, "you are one fucking sexy little animal."

I turn my head and catch a kiss from the edges of his lips. "I need more," I say. "Please."

His cock hardens again against my ass, almost instantly. I love his energy.

He lays me on my back again and slips his cock inside me. It feels so much wetter and more slippery now that he already finished inside me once. I fucking love it.

He pounds in and out of me, hitting exactly the right spot, and I feel another orgasm building inside me. He seems to tap into my sexual energy, because he says, "I don't think I'm gonna be able to hold back."

I explode into pleasure again, and when he comes, he pulls out and starts to come. He shoots his seed all over my belly, my breasts, and my neck. He groans and half-closes his eyes as he comes, and it's a beautiful sight to behold. One drop even lands on my lips and I lap it up hungrily. I love the combination of sweetness and bitterness. I never really liked the taste before Hunter, but with him, I can't get enough.

Breathing hard, he collapses down next to me, both of us completely spent. "I love you," I say.

"I love you too."

* * *

Over the next couple months, business just explodes at the shop. In fact, the whole town starts to change. On one hand, I'm not sure how I feel about it. I don't want the town to lose its roots, but I'm excited for the future. And I'm excited that maybe it can hold its own against Springville once again. I try not to worry about it too much. Overall, it's a very good development for the people who live here, and after all, nothing stays the same forever.

I work as long as I can, way into the third trimester. Only during the last couple weeks do I take time off, and somehow Hunter manages to keep the shop running with Jason's help, just the two of them. All while he fulfills his new duties as mayor of the town. There's an election coming up in just a couple months, but the people love him so much that we don't think it even makes sense to run a campaign. There are no worthy competitors.

Jason and Crystal start dating for real, and I just love the chemistry between them. And it's great to see Jason grow into a confident young man. With proper shoes and a haircut.

The lease on my crappy apartment finally ends, and Hunter and I look for a new house together. Between all his savings and the profits at the shop, we can afford almost anything we want without even worrying about it. It's a strange feeling, because all my life I've lived paycheck-to-paycheck and had to teach myself to do without. But now I provide for myself, and with Hunter's help, we'll provide for our baby when it comes.

Right before my baby is born, the town holds a parade in our honor. There are rainbow bagels everywhere, and we make enough fried chicken and waffles to feed an army. The parade is full of music and lights and the most hopeful people you could imagine.

"This is great," says Hunter, sitting next to me on the chariot we're riding on. His beard is smeared with honey-mustard dressing. I laugh and take a huge bite of a rainbow bagel smeared with mounds of rainbow cream cheese.

"We're practically on top of the world," I say.

Our business isn't the only one exploding. Oscar is getting a brand new location for his pawn shop, and Eddie's opening another branch of his Chinese restaurant on the other side of town. With all the young people moving here, everyone can afford to expand, and the rising tide is lifting all ships.

When the baby finally comes, Hunter is there with me at the Springville hospital, holding my hand. It's a boy. And when I first hold him in my arms, I know that everything has changed forever.

Hunter and I plan a real wedding. Yeah, we're technically married, but he did such a sweet thing by proposing to me with my mother's ring. So now that we're committed to each other and we can afford a real ceremony and reception, we're going to do it. I do my best not to become a Bridezilla, even though I think I drive Hunter crazy half the time anyway.

That's life for us now. A beautiful blend of business, pleasure, commitment, and anticipation.

And it's absolutely perfect.