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I do as he says, and he slowly inserts two fingers into my pussy, the palm of his hand grinding into my clit.
“Ride my fingers, make yourself come. If you don’t come soon, you’ll have to wait until we get home tonight.”
I start to grind against his hand, picking up speed while he matches my rhythm stroke for stroke. He keeps the pressure on my clit with his palm, and my orgasm crescendos quicker than I thought it would.
“That’s it, Butterfly. My pregnant fiancée riding my fingers looks so fucking pretty. You gonna come for me? Make a mess on my hand?” Morgan groans.
“Yes, Morgan. Please!” I don’t know why I’m begging, he already told me it was up to me to come.
“Let me see you fall apart,” he demands.
“Oh God, I’m coming!” I shout as the waves of pleasure crash over me, and I come around Morgan’s fingers.
“Fuck yes, that’s so fucking beautiful, Butterfly.” Morgan works me through my orgasm and pulls out his fingers slowly once I’ve stopped writhing against his hand.
I whimper at the loss then watch with rapt attention as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks the arousal from them, moaning like he’s eating the most decadent dessert.
It’s much hotter than it logically should be.
Morgan opens the center console, pulls out a pack of baby wipes, and hands them to me to clean up as best as I can. I discard them in the little trash can he keeps in the car, and put the wipes away.
“Why do you have diaper wipes even though Aly’s nine?”
“You’ll soon find out diaper wipes are a godsend with kids of all ages, and it’s crucial to have themeverywhere,” he explains.
We pull back out onto the main road, drive for a few minutes, and pull up in front of a little strip mall.
“What are we doing here?”
“You’ll see. Come on, we have an appointment.”
Chapter 46
Morgan
Iwas nervous Hannah wouldn’t like this surprise, but after what happened with Liam, I think it’s going to be a good thing.
Hannah and I get out of the car, and I intertwine our fingers, leading her to the door with a peeling sign for Gemma’s Gems.
The jewelry store may not look like much, but it’s owned by the kindest couple. They make sure all of their gems are ethically sourced or lab-made and specialize in custom rings.
“What are we doing at a jewelry store?” Hannah whispers.
“We’re getting you an engagement ring.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to wait?”
“We’ve waited long enough, Butterfly. I need there to be no doubt in anyone’s mind you’re mine, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you and our girls.” I place a protective hand on her belly. I’m dying to feel the twinsmove, but if she only felt them move today, I probably won’t feel them from the outside for a few more weeks.
When she called me earlier to tell me she felt them, I teared up. It’s a big milestone, and I hope this makes her feel less worried about losing them.
We’re soon greeted by Gemma and Joseph, the owners, who talk us through the process for creating a custom ring. Hannah’s eyes dart around at the displays of jewelry, different metals, and different gems to choose from. She looks a little overwhelmed.
Once they’ve finished their spiel, they tell us to look around and get an idea of what we might like, and then ring the bell when we’re ready to start the process.
Hannah finds a case with one-of-a-kind rings, and she immediately zones in on the ones with a peach colored stone in the middle.
“This gemstone is so pretty. I think I want one of these,” she says in awe and points to a pear cut gem on a gold band with a halo of diamonds around it. “That’s the ring I want.”
