Rare and Precious Things
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But I needed to get Brynne off first, before anything.
“Hold your tits in your hands for me.”
And like the perfect lover she was, she cradled one in each palm, like an offering up to me, as if they were a prized piece of fruit. Perfect f**kin’ analogy there. Brynne’s br**sts had always been succulent works of art, but they were changing from her pregnancy. In a very good way. They were even more succulent now.
As she pinched the dark pink ni**les that were budded up tight and high in the center of those voluptuous beauties, she cried out. I could see the clear signs of her pleasure melding with that fine edge of pain, and made my move to bring her the rest of the way. I brought my fingers to her clit and worked the slippery nub as she continued to take the spearing of my swelling cock.
Nuclear explosion imminent, I waited for the first convulsion from inside her to suction and pull at my shaft. That’s all it would take right now. Her going off would bring me to follow her within seconds. I knew what she did to me and it was always f**king magnificent.
“Ooooohhh…I’m coming…” she crooned on a breathy groan.
So beautiful in all her bare, naked glory, she found her pleasure, those wide brown eyes of hers sparking amber fire down at me.
“Oh, yes, oh, yes!” I followed my girl down the path of explosive pleasure the instant her eyes connected with mine, her internal shudders and reflexive gripping drawing every last bit of spunk out of the tip of my cock. I kept on f**king, working it in deep. I know it was crass of me, but I wanted my cum in her. Like that way I could stay inside her even when I wasn’t.
She collapsed onto my chest, both of us heaving, the heavy breathing that feels so good after you come. I rubbed her back and closed my eyes. We were a mess of sweat, and spunk, and her arousal. A lovely, sexed-up, dirty, f**king mess.
“That was the best birthday present a girl could get,” she muttered, “but you’d better go before my husband finds you here.”
I laughed and nuzzled her jaw. “Glad you liked it. And your husband should keep a better eye on you.”
“What he should do is keep a better eye on making sure I’m satisfied,” she sniffed. “Being pregnant makes me nearly insatiable.”
“I can take care of you, baby. Forget him. He’s a f**kin’ idiot.”
“Yeah, and you have a much bigger c**k than him, too.”
“Damn, woman, you are a feisty handful.” I tickled her until she shrieked and begged me to stop.
We laughed and settled down again, just enjoying the moment of closeness together. This was pure happiness for me. I didn’t need a lot, but I did know that now that I’d experienced Brynne’s love, I would be lost without it. Love. A thing I’d never sought out, had caught me up, completely ensnared me…so that now I was dependent upon it for my emotional survival.
I breathed in her heavenly scent, aimlessly stroking up and down her back, when I felt a prickling on my chest right by where she’d laid her cheek. I brushed at the spot with my fingers and met a pool of warm wetness. What the hell? I pulled my hand back to find my fingers dripping in blood.
My heart just f**king dropped to the floor. “Oh, God, Brynne, you’re bleeding!”
“WHAT? I am?” I sat up and met Ethan’s terrified grimace with the blood on his hand suspended between us as it dripped down his skin. I lifted my hand to my nose, understanding quickly what was happening. “It’s okay, Ethan. I’m okay,” I soothed, seeing clearly how my nosebleed was freaking him out.
“That’s a lot of f**king blood,” he barked. “I’m ringing Fred,” he said, reaching for his phone on the side table.
I tilted my head back and pinched the bridge of my nose. “It’s just a minor nosebleed, Ethan. Don’t call Freddy for this, please.” I got off him and stepped down from the bed. And it wasn’t easy when I was trying to keep from dripping all over the bedding.
I zipped into the bathroom and found a washcloth to use. It would be ruined now, but I didn’t have a choice. I held it under my nose with one hand and turned on the cold water at the sink with the other.
Ethan was right behind me, still panicking with eyes as wide as saucers. “Here, let me do it.” He pulled the washcloth away and checked me. “It’s still going,” he stated, his face pale.
I pressed the cloth back down on my nose. “Baby, this is nothing to get so worked up about. It’s just a nosebleed. This isn’t the first one I’ve had.”
“It isn’t?” he shouted. “When? What other times?” An angry frown had overtaken his beautiful face. Gone was my sweet teasing man from a few moments ago.
“Easy, buster, you need to lighten up—they are nothing serious. I had one yesterday while you were at work.”
“Why didn’t you say something?! Fuck, Brynne.” He dragged a hand through his hair raggedly, gripping the back in a tight handful.
“Okay.” I held a hand up, starting to get pissed at his overreacting. “I want you to take a deep breath, and go look at the website and check for ‘eighteen weeks pregnant.’”
Glaring, he shook his head at me, but he did step back and reach for his phone. The smears of blood on his hand looking gruesome, as he pulled up the site and studied the information. His eyes moved quickly as he read the “Pregnancy Symptoms” section. He lost some of the tension in his body and sat down on the side of the bed. After a moment more of silence, he read it out loud to me, his voice flat, “Increased pressure on the veins in your nose may be causing nosebleeds.” He was clearly upset.
“Are you sure it’s nothing to worry about?” When Ethan looked up at me, the expression on his face made my heart twist. He was sad, and scared, and frustrated, and concerned, all at the same time. Poor guy was going to need tranquilizers when I went into labor. “I’m okay, really I am.” I turned to the mirror and removed the washcloth. Bleeding stopped. My lip and chin were a bloody mess, but my nose was dry now.
Ethan jumped up and came to me. “Let me do it.” I knew better than to argue with him. I stood still for him as gently cleaned away the blood, wetting the cloth and carefully washing it off bit by bit until it was all gone.
I closed my eyes and let him work, feeling very loved and cherished despite the “trauma” my poor Ethan had just endured.