Page 58 of Fresh Flesh

Mlarx

The zoomer skimsover the ridge of the valley before plunging down the steep slope on the other side. I push the machine to its fullest, making sure to avoid tree stumps and boulders too big to skip over.

The farm is in sight. I ease back on the throttle and make a beeline for home. Out on the porch, I see Maisie standing in the afternoon sunlight. This brings a smile to my face.

A moment later, however, the smile fades from my countenance. My love is carrying stones and positioning them about in the garden. Unacceptable.

I pilot the zoomer right into the farm, nearly running down a Gregoran guard.

“Out of my way, fool,” I snap as I leave him in my dust.

The zoomer takes me right up to the edge of our yard. I power it down a good twenty yards away from Maisie. The last thing I want is for the hovercraft to kick up a piece of debris that might strike her. If she were to get hurt it would be truly awful.

But if she gets hurt because of something that I did, personally? That would be, well, that would be mortifying.

I stalk across the yard to her side. She smiles up at me and stands up, dusting off her hands. She’s placed the stone in the garden beside the tuber crops.

“What are you doing?” I sputter.

“Gee, Mlarx, it’s nice to see you, too. And here I thought you were rushing over here to give me a big hug, maybe even a kiss.”

My face twists into a frown. Ever since I found out she was pregnant, I’ve been loath to touch her. I don’t want to hurt her or the baby. For all I know, that baby is my baby, too. Even if it is not, I do not wish it harm because it’s a part of Maisie. And I love Maisie.

“What’s with you?” she sighs. “You’re so overprotective, and even worse, you treat me like I’m made of glass. I’m not even that pregnant yet.”

“You are with child, and I do not want to hurt you or the baby.”

She cocks her head to the side, and then she grins.

“Oh, I get it,” she says at last. “So that’s why you have been afraid to even touch me. No wonder we haven’t gotten it on lately.”

By ‘gotten it on’ she means that we have not had sex. It’s true that I’m afraid I might lose myself in the throes of passion and hurt her.

“I will admit, it is a worry of mine.”

“Well, stop it. It’s annoying and unnecessary.”

“You seem angry. Why are you angry that I want to protect you and the unborn child?”

“Because I still have needs, Mlarx. I’m pregnant, not dead.”

She puts her hands on my shoulders and gets her face very close to my own. When she speaks her voice is a husky whisper.

“Besides, I need to feel you inside of me.”

She kisses me. I shrink back at first, but then my instincts and desires take over. I kiss her back, and she moans delightfully into my mouth.

I pick her up in my arms and carry her inside.

“Now this is more like it,” she giggles, putting her arms around my neck. She kisses me again, and I pause on the threshold to the house.

Then I make it inside and set her down gently on my bed. I undress her, stripping away her layers of clothing until her soft, perfect skin is exposed to my eyes. The gentle afternoon light limns her loveliness, making her seem like a work of art. Something that could be a famous painting hanging in a museum, only she’s quite real. She’s the woman I love.

“You are so beautiful,” I say with a sigh.

“Oh yeah?” She grins. “Then get over here and prove it.”

I crawl on top of her, pushing her thighs apart with my knees. My cock is so hard it almost hurts. My movements are primal, stiff with urgency as I push the head of my weapon between her quivering pussy lips.

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