The Virgin Duet(43)

With my other hand I penetrate her * and start to rub her g-spot. She holds her knees up while I finger her with one hand and press against her ass with the other. I can hear her moans of excitement and lean down to kiss her clit.

My fairy starts to rock her hips and it doesn’t take long before she is begging for another orgasm. Her * is so pretty and swollen and I kiss and suck her lips to help ease the ache. I’m working all of her pleasure points with my hands and mouth and tongue, I want her to know how much pleasure I can give her. That I will do this and anything she needs if she stay by myself side. That is she wants to lay in this bed all day everyday with my face attached to her * I would gladly do it.

Before I know it’s happening, she’s cumming. Her body tenses up, her * pulses and she grinds her clit against my face. Tink is completely using me for her pleasure and my hard cock couldn’t be happier about it.

Once I’ve wrung the last of her orgasm from her, I sit up and lean back on my heels. “Turn over, Tinkerbell, I’m not finished yet.”

She laughs lazily and I help her roll over, and stick her ass in the air. My cock is still fully hard and painfully aching as if I haven’t cum twice already. But seeing her like this, with her big round ass up and exposed, I don’t think cumming one hundred times would make a difference.

I lie down on the bed under her and turn over so she can sit on my face. I want her to be comfortable, but I know in this position she cums hardest. I position her knees on either side of my head and gently pull her hips down so her * is directly over my mouth.

“I want you to cum on my face, Tink. I want you to ride it hard, use me for your pleasure. I’m going to finger you, and use your honey to jerk off with, so don’t worry about me. I want you to cum as many times as you can before your legs give out, and then I’ll hold you up so you can cum some more.”

“Oh, God, Bray,” she says shakily.

“Just Bray, baby. God isn’t getting anywhere near this *.” Tink lowers her * on my face and I get to work.

I lick and suck and finger her to three orgasms before her legs can’t hold her up anymore. I came sometime before the first orgasm hit her, and I came again on her sixth one without even touching my cock.

We are a sticky mess as we fall asleep and all I can think is I hope we are stuck together like this for eternity.





“Let’s take a look at the baby, shall we?” Dr. Long says. Normally this is done by a technician, but I have personally contacted her to make this appointment and explain that I want special treatment no matter what the cost. Money always seems to make people more agreeable.

I start to have a panic attack when we walk into the OBGYN’s office, but luckily Tink feels it, and just by holding my hand, soothes me. I have so many fears when it comes to her being pregnant and having a baby, but I know as long as she’s with me, I can do anything.

I sit in a chair beside Tink and hold her hand as the doctor puts the jelly stuff on her stomach. “You’re far enough along, Mommy. Would you both like to find out what you’re having?”

“No.”

“Yes.”

We look at each other and smile. “Tink, I need to know. There is so much that is unknown and I can’t stand any more surprises with this baby. I have to have control over something.”

She reaches up and touches the side of my face, and she sees all the anxiety I have in my heart about her and our child. I want to give her everything in the world, but I need this. She gives me a small smile and nods in concession. “Okay, let’s find out,” giving the doctor the okay.

After a few minutes of going through the motions and the doctor telling us our baby is healthy and growing like it’s supposed to, some of my anxiety leaves and I feel like I can breathe a little.

“Looks like there’s a stem on the apple. Congratulations, it’s a boy,” Dr. Long says, and I feel like the smile on my face is so big it could break records. I look over at my little fairy and she’s all tears and laughter. I lean over and embrace her and we have a quiet moment together of just being profoundly happy. I would been happy no matter what we are having, but finding out together is special and something I’ll always treasure.





As we exit the doctor’s office I don’t see Hank’s car. “That’s weird,” I say, and continue to search the parking lot for him. I feel the hair rise on the back of my neck, like someone is watching us, and wrap my arm around Tink, holding her tight to me. I feel exposed standing outside, and pull out my cell. “Let’s go back inside and wait. It’s not safe like this.”

She looks up at me but nods her head in agreement as she uses her hands to protectively cover her belly. Just as we turn around, I spot movement out of the corner of my eye and I hear flashes going off. I look around and suddenly we are being swarmed with cameras and phones and paparazzi are everywhere. “Hold tight to me, Tink,” I snarl and pick her up, all but running to the doors of the doctor’s office. I have to elbow a few people out of the way and my panic rises as they crowd us and ask questions about who Rebecca is and how far along she is. I realize I’m holding my entire world in my arms and it’s my job to protect them. I shut down my panic and do what needs to be done. When I make it through the doors, the nurses at the counter rush to help us. They take Tink and help her to a wheelchair and start questioning her. I see Dr. Long come out and she’s over with her in an instant to make sure she is all right. The paparazzi are outside the building, but the windows are tinted so they can’t see in.