Overlooked(1)(52)

Since my first big project five years ago, I’ve taken on more and more responsibilities at the company we both work for, something I haven’t really thought about in light of my new state. I smile and my heart’s going a thousand beats a minute in my chest, what if he hates what I have to tell him? But I might as well get it over with.

“It’s because I found out this morning that… I’m pregnant,” I say, the words tumbling out in a rush at the end.

For a few seconds Zane just stares at me. I look back up at him, hoping that this isn’t a precursor to him telling me how awful this is, hoping that he’s at least going to be able to come around to thinking it’s a good thing.

“You’re pregnant? Really?” Zane’s eyes are getting bigger and he steps back to look at me.

“Really and truly,” I say.

“Wow! We’re going to have to get married a lot sooner then,” Zane tells me. I shake my head.

“No, we’re going to get married in a year, just like we planned,” I counter.

“You want to get married after you’ve had our baby?” Zane laughs.

“Well, I sure as hell am not walking down the aisle fit to pop with some ugly maternity dress on me,” I say firmly.

Zane laughs and pulls me back to him, lifting me up a little bit to kiss me. At first it’s sweet, just Zane showing me love and affection, and how happy he really is. Then, like it almost always does, the kiss turns into something else. His hands start to move over my body and in spite of the fact that it’s early and I’m tired from not sleeping much the night before, and everything else going on, I feel myself getting turned on.





ZANE LEWIS



It takes me a second to actually make sense of what Harper is saying. By the time I kiss her, I’m already really feeling it. I’d been half-wanting to make a move on my soon-to-be wife when I pulled into the parking lot, but hearing that she’s pregnant, carrying my future child, just sets me right over the edge. All I can think about is how much I want to show her I love her, how much I want to feel her body wrapped around mine with nothing in between us.

I look around again quickly, making sure no one is coming, and I pull Harper down with me onto the grass, and she comes along eagerly. I feel hesitant to pin her to the grass, so I lift her onto me, but still press every inch of her body against mine.

“You know, you’d think by now we’d remember to bring a blanket or something with us when we do this,” Harper murmurs against my lips as we start to slip each other’s clothes off.

It’s a little after dawn, and the mosquitoes have already mostly disappeared for the night, but there’s a little chill in the air. As we get more and more naked I have to admit, for a second at least, that a blanket would have been a good idea.

But we’re both too hot to care about it or anything but getting each other more naked. I kiss her again and again; it’s like I can’t stop. My hands get to work on her clothes, and slip up between her legs to stroke her. After five years of being with her, I know exactly how she likes it best, and right now the only thing I have on my mind is showing her how much I love her.

“I love how wet you get,” I murmur in her ear, cradling her against me while I find her clit by touch and begin to rub it in slow, tight little circles.

Harper moans, shuddering against me, and her hand reaches for my already-hard, throbbing, aching cock. I groan at the feeling of her fingers wrapping around me, stroking me slowly, almost mimicking what I’m doing to her.

“Are we taking our time or are we here to get this done?” I nip at the sensitive little spot along Harper’s throat in response to her question, sliding one finger inside of her tight, wet pussy.

“Right now,” I continue, “I’m all about getting you off as many times as I can before we need to head the rest of the way home.”

Harper chuckles and trembles in my arms as I add a second finger, working her slowly but steadily.

“Fuck, God… Zane…” Harper’s hand tightens around my cock and it’s hard for me to focus on her. It feels too good.

“You know exactly how to touch me, you have no idea how hot that is, how great it is,” I tell her, working my fingers a little faster.

“You too. God… you are so, so good at this,” Harper says, gasping as I barely brush my fingertips against her clit.

“They say that it’s good to keep having as much sex as possible while you’re pregnant,” I say, and Harper chuckles breathlessly.

“Good thinking,” she says, and I feel my cock somehow getting even harder, thinking about having as much sex as possible with the beautiful woman clinging to me as I touch her.