Scott — Her unfulfilled fantasy (1)

Scott — Her unfulfilled fantasy (1)
My vulnerable, pregnant fiancée was floating in a pool next to me. We were also buck naked and holding hands. Could I really do it? Since I had been thinking about this for a while, I did my research. What I had planned was supposed to be safe, as long as her pregnancy was low risk, which mercifully it was. Still, I was so fucking paranoid. Couldn't keep the voice in my head from taunting me over and over.

She's pregnant. Maybe fucking her, in her words, 'like a wife' for a while wasn't the worst idea.

It wasn't like I hadn't been trying. Since I found out about her pregnancy, sex started out a lot tamer in our bedroom. She allowed me to make love to her two nights in a row. On the third night though, our bed became a warzone. She started seeing the gentle caresses as a challenge. A new kink. Like I was fucking with her head and getting off on it.

She knew all my triggers to get herself fucked hard. Pussy and ass in my face at the same time. Bonus points if she sucked me off or rode my face while that was happening. Tits in my face. That one was a double whammy, because one of the pregnancy books said I wasn't allowed to stimulate her nipples hard during the pregnancy. To be on the safe side, I avoided them altogether. She fucking knew why, so what did she do? She squeezed her tits and brought her nipples to her mouth. Then she licked them with the tip of her tongue and made me watch. A move like that instantly landed her on her back, followed shortly by a hard dick inside her. Her on all fours, telling me shit like I don't have to fuck her hard like a whore if I don't want to in that sickly, sweet, taunting voice. Dragging her fingernails down my front as she rode me. Stopping halfway through a blow job. Hell, maybe I was just easy, because the fucking list was endless. The deadliest one by far wasn't anything she did. It was one word tumbling out of her mouth: harder. Needless to say, she won every battle easily. The last thing I needed was to give her more ammunition to fuck me over with.

"So what's in the bag?" she asked me and my peaceful heart beat picked up speed.

"PJs. So we can hide out here for the night without them finding us," I said mischievously, hoping my fiancée's perfect memory wouldn't call me out for lying through my teeth.

After we left the massage parlour, I texted Willow that Stacy was spending the night with me so no one would worry. She and Stacy's friends have been blowing up my phone with disapproving texts ever since.

We were at Grandpa Kendrick's mansion. He was out of town and only due back tomorrow for the wedding. What they didn't know was we stayed over all the time. We even had our own keys, bedroom and the code for the alarm. Even if they did go looking for us, this wasn't likely to be the first place they checked.

"What would your grandpa think about us skinny dipping in his pool?" I asked, trying to distract her from my lie.

"You're lying," she said anyway, letting go of my hand to make her way to the stairs of the pool.

"Fuck," I cursed under my breath.

I stayed to enjoy the view like she knew I would. And cue the fucking quote.

"I can't fuck you here though. I don't have everything I need to punish you. That's what you said in the massage parlour. Tell me what's in the bag or I'm going to find out for myself," she said, her naked body now towering over me as she stood before me drying her hair with a towel.

Why couldn't she ask shit like how did I know where she had been all night like a normal person? Nope, she didn't give a shit about that. Just how I was going to fuck her. She fucking distracted me with her wet, naked body so she could get to the bag and I just let her.

"Is this why you brought me out here? To trick me?" I asked with a grin, unable to help myself. "Here I was thinking you just wanted to be with me."

"The two aren't mutually exclusive. Don't hate the player, hate the game. What's in the bag, Scott?" she insisted, holding her tits in her hands and swirling her tongue around one nipple, then the other.

"Stay out of my shit," I said, inhaling sharply, moving as fast as the water would let me.

"Just remember, I tried asking nicely. See you in the bedroom, baby," she said, blowing me a kiss before she picked up the bag and walked away.

"Be careful in the dark," I called after her as I pulled my body out of the water.

Her pregnancy had me fucking afraid of the dark like a ten year old. Her photographic memory always served her well when she came here though. She was always helping me find my way around. I was a details guy and usually I was the one paying attention to our surroundings. Just not here.

Maybe it was him taking us in before we went on the run, but Grandpa Kendrick's felt safer than home. So much so, I never gave my lack of desire to get to know the place a second thought. Fuck me for letting myself depend on her to get around. I didn't have a prayer of her not looking in the bag now. She had me hunting for our bedroom for a good ten minutes.

By the time I finally made it to our bedroom, my clothes, shoes and phone tucked under my arm, I found the door wide open. Stepping into the candlelit room, I took in her little set up before I let my eyes fall on the bed. She had all the bag's contents laid out on the bedside table.

"Your future husband is the luckiest man alive," I told her, walking around the room to take her in from every angle I could.