She lifts her head, and when she sees my smile, she returns it, perking up. "Right, no regrets. I'm just glad I did say something."
"I think fate brought us together this way, you know?" I reply, opening the menu to decide what to order. "I mean, I seriously didn’t know about the baby. Actually, you know when I first started thinking about asking you?"
"Mission Park?" Carrie asks, and I jerk my head up, surprised. "Me too. You did go down to a knee there. Since then, you know, in those idle moments or when I've let my daydreams go a bit, I've seen it."
"Me too, although my fantasies are a bit more . . . well . . ."
Carrie laughs and gives me a look that sends warm tingles throughout my body. "Trust me. Me too."
"You really want to? It won't hurt you or anything?"
Carrie laughs and kisses me tenderly. We've decided to stay in to celebrate our engagement, relishing an evening without the stress of everyone else knowing.
"Duncan, you're an expert in football and a genius when it comes to pleasuring my body, but you don't know much about pregnancy, do you?"
"Well, I know there's a stork, and he'll come flying by somewhere around New Year's if my math is right, and then he drops the baby down a chimney, and viola! Am I close?"
Carrie rolls her eyes and chuckles. We're naked, but so far, we haven't done much more than just lay together on the sofa, and I'm enjoying the feeling of having her in my arms. "Not quite. Actually, after finding out about the baby, I did a lot of my own research online. I need to do some health-related stuff, but I can schedule that with the on-campus clinic before finals. Then over the summer, well, I guess you'll have to contact the Wildcats about adding me to your health insurance. Do they cover family?"
"I don't know. I’m sure. We'll find out, though. But it's really okay?"
"Barring complications, some of the sources I read said that we could have sex up until the eighth month . . . if you don't mind my swollen belly."
"I won't mind. Every day, you get more beautiful to me. You could have triplets in there, and that won't do anything but make you more beautiful."
"Triplets? Oh, hell no!" Carrie laughs, leaning back against my chest. "Giving birth to triplets during the playoffs? Whitney told me how distracted Troy was during the playoffs. I'd hate to imagine what you'd be like. They'd have to attach Velcro to your helmet to catch the ball!"
We lie back, taking our time. We have all night, and there's no rush, and as our hands join, I can feel the warmth spreading through my body. I lean in, and kiss the curve of Carrie's neck, tasting the soft spiciness of her skin, and cup her left breast with my hand. "Carrie?"
"Yes?"
“Join me for a shower?"
Carrie nods and turns her head, kissing me softly. “You’d better hurry, because another part of me wants to just turn over and make love to you on the couch right now."
I shift out to the side, and before Carrie can get up, I scoop her up in my arms, carrying her toward the bathroom. Carrie smiles and puts her head against my shoulder. "You know, you're the only man who's ever made me feel petite and fragile.”
I set Carrie down on her feet while I turn on the shower and the bathtub at the same time. The Vista has nice baths, and I have enjoyed the fact that my own apartment has a built-in massaging jet bathtub. "Come, let me wash your hair while the bath fills," I tell Carrie, guiding her into the shower stall. "You're giving me such an amazing gift, and I want to serve you tonight."
Carrie smiles her angelic smile and strokes my face. "You can serve me by being the strong, wonderful man you are. You don't know how good you make me feel.”
Running my fingers through Carrie's beautiful hair is sensual, erotic as I gently massage the lather into her pale golden locks, the scent of the herbal shampoo she'd gotten as a Christmas gift filling the shower stall as I rinse her off. She reaches back, her eyes closed but still finding my cock, which is hard and aching after being so close for so long. Her fingers are wet and slippery, sweet torture as she strokes me slowly, smiling as I tremble, running my hands through her hair again to rub in the conditioner. "You say you like me strong . . . yet you're doing a good job teasing me while I serve."
"Mmm, maybe I like you serving and being strong at the same time," Carrie replies. "Just like I promise to serve you."
I somehow keep control of myself as the conditioner soaks in, and I rinse it out, Carrie not letting go of my cock the entire time. We leave the shower and walk the few steps to the bath, Carrie letting me go in first before she follows, nestling between my legs. Leaning back into me, she lets her head rest on my chest, tilting her head up and back so that we can kiss. "Thank you," she whispers after our kiss. "For everything."