I don’t think I ever knew what real love felt like until that moment. Grant was pouring himself into me with such reckless abandon I wanted to die in happiness. He wanted me to be his. He kept saying it, over and over. If only he knew, I was already his. I’d always been his. I was carrying his child and he didn’t know.

I looked up into his beautiful big, bright eyes as his cock came over my chest and breasts. It was so hot I wanted to suck him again. I’d already had so many orgasms, I’d been so overpowered by his body, but the more he did to me, the more aroused I became.

I put my arms around him and pulled him down onto me, so his chest was pressed against mine, glued by his own cum. He held me so tightly that I felt I’d never feel alone again.

“Never let me go,” I said.

“I never will, Lacey.”

Then he got up and put his head between my legs.

“Not again,” I said, but he just shook his head.

“This isn’t over until I say it’s over.”

“Oh, no,” I gasped, as I threw my head back and sank into the hay.

His tongue worked miracles on my clit, carefully covering every fold of skin with his saliva. I’d had so many orgasms, but as he continued to run his tongue over me, I felt another begin to surge. I couldn’t believe it.

Did Grant know I was no longer engaged to Rob? He couldn’t possibly, but I knew he didn’t think I’d do this if I was still in a relationship with someone else.

My mind went blank and I could no longer think. Grant’s tongue was inside me again, even though he’d just climaxed inside me.

Wasn’t he afraid of tasting himself? I felt self-conscious for a second before deciding it was actually incredibly hot that he was willing to risk that, just to give me one more orgasm.

As his tongue wandered down, beneath my pussy, I braced myself for what I knew was coming. His tongue just touched my asshole at first, then returned to my pussy. But before long, he had me tilted back with his arms so he could run his tongue all over my asshole.

“Grant,” I gasped, “what are you doing?”

But instead of answering, he pushed his thumb gently into my wet pussy as his tongue continued to run circles over my asshole.

I was embarrassed, no mortified, but that wasn’t going to save me. I’m almost embarrassed to admit it, but it felt so good. I squirmed as his finger made a beckoning motion in my pussy, and his tongue licked my asshole.

Before I knew it, I was orgasming again. It was too much. The pleasure built up like a flood behind a dam, and then suddenly burst, pouring through every nerve in my body.

“Grant,” I cried, and he planted his mouth over my clit and sucked it hard.

I almost passed out from pleasure.

Afterwards, he lay with me in the hay. I was wrapped in his strong arms again. He was my home, and I never wanted to be away from him for as long as I lived.

He put his hand on my tummy and I knew I had to tell him about the baby. It was crazy. We were actually having a baby together. But what if he didn’t want a baby? What would I do if he said he didn’t want it? I’d die.

Then I thought about those letters I’d found. I looked up at the beam above us. They said Grant loved me. He wanted everything with me, a family, a marriage, the whole deal. I sighed.

“You all right?” he asked.

I muzzled my face against his neck. It felt so good.

“There’s something I have to tell you,” I said.

“What is it?”

“It’s something very important.”

“Very important?”

“Yes.”

He kissed me on the forehead and it was so tender, so affectionate, it almost made me cry.

“Well, what is it?”

I was about to tell him. I was about to say it, when something stopped me. I thought back to all the things I’d heard Grant say about marriage and commitment. It wasn’t for him. He’d never let himself get tied down. The words were right there on the tip of my tongue, just waiting to be spoken, but I chickened out.

“Remember you told me that you masturbated to my photos, when we were younger?”

“Of course,” he said.

“Well, I have a confession of my own to make.”

“What is it?”

“The first time I ever brought myself to orgasm, I was watching you from my bedroom window.”

“What?”

“Yes, sir. You were right outside this barn, hosing yourself down after a hot, sweaty day on the vineyard.”

“And you watched me?”

“Yes, I did.”

“You naughty little girl.”

I laughed.

“I ought to punish you for that.”

“No, please don’t. I don’t think I could take it.”

“Oh, you can’t tell me a thing like that and then expect to get away with it.”

“No, Grant, please.”

But it was too late. He was back on top of me, and judging from his rigid shaft, he was ready to give me another seeing to.