“Good.” He paused, then sifted through her hair, allowing the strands to slip slowly to her back. “What do you want to tell me, my love? It must be very important if it goes before my licking your cunny.”
“Everett,” she scolded lightly, but though she took him to task, his naughty words made her even more wanton and wet than taking him into her mouth already had.
“It is only that I know how much you like it,” he said teasingly. “You needn’t be embarrassed, darling.”
“I’m not embarrassed, you wicked man.”
“Of course not.”
“I’m not,” she insisted, even as a blush heated her cheeks.
She hoped he couldn’t see it on account of the low light. It would belie her words. And Everett adored crowing when he was right. It was most annoying.
“Then why are you hiding your face in my chest?” he asked.
She pressed a kiss there, absorbing his heat and vitality through her lips. “Because this is a serious conversation, and you keep teasing me.”
“There are other ways I could tease you,” he pointed out.
Ways she would like too much.
Ways that would inevitably lead once more to her distraction.
“I’m with child,” she blurted.
He stiffened beneath her. “I beg your pardon?”
“I’m having a babe,” she repeated, lifting her head so she could look into his eyes. “Weare having a babe. You’re going to be a father, Everett.”
“A father,” he said, awe entering his voice. “A babe.”
“Yes.”
He splayed a hand over her belly, which had yet to show any evidence that she was increasing. “Our babe.”
She smiled, tears of happiness pooling in her eyes and sliding down her cheeks as she covered his hand with hers. “Ours.”
“This is wonderful news.”
“Is it?”
He cupped her cheek. “Need you ask? I am overjoyed, my love.”
“As am I.” She blinked rapidly, dashing away the tears that continued to spill. “More overjoyed than I ever thought possible.”
She kissed him slowly, ardently, and then she settled her head back on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. They were silent for a time, holding each other, thinking about the future awaiting them, both overwhelmed and happy for all thatlay ahead. The quiet remained unbroken until his deep voice rumbled beneath her ear.
“Sybil?”
She danced her fingers through a patch of his chest hair, admiring him. “Yes, darling?”
“May I lick your cunny now?”
Sybil laughed, scandalized and eager all at once. “Yes, my love. You may.”
“Thank God,” he grumbled. “I’m starving for breakfast, and all I want is you.”
Everett guided her onto her back, pulling back the bedclothes.
