Witness Conception
Part II
Crane emerges from the shower and prepares for an evening in with his beloved. He descends the stairs in his plain light blue boxers, covered by plaid pajama pants barely hanging on to his narrow hips and a navy t-shirt. "Does this evening attire meet with your approval?" he announces entering the room
Abbie stands in the middle of the room with the light from the fire dancing across her glistening brown skin. "I think we have bigger thing to discuss," she states.
His eyes start with her lush, muscular thighs that grip his hips right before her release. His lids lift to her breast now a full cup size larger and so much more sensitive to his tongue, lips and touch. Finally his eyes rest on her ever expanding belly and the glorious wonder he believed it nurtured. "We appear to be with child," he smiles adoringly.
"You say that so casually…clearly you recognized the changes before me," she challenges.
"I do have the benefit of an eidetic memory," he quips.
Abbie looks to the ceiling and sighs heavily.
"Lieutenant is this new development in our relationship not pleasing to you?" disappointment is evident in his tone.
"I am overwhelmed…how will we manage in the midst of the war between good and evil?" she exhales. "How will I keep our child safe?"
"First," he raises his finger, "I must implore you to accept that you are no longer alone. I know you have endured so much without benefit of a partner, but that is no longer your reality. I, Ichabod Crane, pledge my head, heart and soul to loving and protecting you, this child and the others we are blessed with in this life and the next. Have I been remiss in the demonstration of my devotion?" he moves to her and delivers a gentle embrace cradling her head in his hand.
The tears arrive before she can stop them. "No," she responds against his chest. Abbie looks up into his dazzling blue eyes that are filled with more love that she thought possible in one human being and finally accepts with certainty that all of that loved and often declared devotion belongs to her and now their child. She moves her hand to his face.
"I, Grace Abigail Mills, pledge all that I am or will ever be to loving and protecting you, this child and all the children our love will produce-so help me God," she rises up and kisses him tenderly.
"So we are of one accord?" he clarifies.
"Indeed," she responds with conviction. They remain quiet safe in each other embrace; allowing the significance of their vows to each other to rest within their hearts. Finally Abbie breaks the silence, "We have got to do better at communicating the obvious," she laughs.
"I am in accordance. For example, when I apply a kiss here," he places a kiss behind her left ear," your head falls back allowing me to place kisses along your neck. Crane demonstrates.
Before she is too far gone Abbie returns his worship, "Yes and when I stroke you with a swirling motion," she slides her and inside his boxers, "We both benefit from your rock hard cock that I plan to ride until sunrise," moves them toward the couch.
Crane is panting, pulling off his t-shirt trying to withstand the magnificent hand job she is delivering.
Abbie continues her swirling motion with one hand while tugging down his pajama pants and boxers with the other. Maybe the night gown is a good idea.
They land on the couch with a thud. She climbs up into his lap and guides cock into her inch by wonderful inch. She strokes and undulated straddling his waist, "Are you my noble, brave stallion? Do you like the way I ride you?" she leans forward and whispers in his ear.
Crane grips her hips fiercely, "I am your beast." He thrust upward with determination and force until her eyes roll back and she grabs fast to his locks and pulls his face into her heaving breast.
Hours later Crane's head slumps back against the back of the couch. The back of Abbie's head lies against his shoulder. "Hold still," he instructs as he lifts Abbie and pull out slowly. The only noise is their exhausted breathes punctuated by the sound of suction and a pop. He places her on the couch next to him and she slumps over. "I shall retrieve beverages," he informs.
When he returns she is fanning herself, "Damn we are good together."
"Indeed."