The Unveiling (D'Shar Men 2)

"I suspected."

"These are desperate times, my girl. Tell him when the time comes, things will be ready on my end. Go ahead and contact the Doc too, but for now, keep things between us."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good, now get out of my office before the others suspect something."

She stood and headed out of the room. They were sitting on top of a powder keg. She hoped they could put out the fuse in time. One down, one to go.

Zasha left home early, crept into her room and changed over to a knee-length black skirt and an off-the-shoulder blue sweater. She used to be a t-shirt and jeans kind of girl, but her burgeoning pregnancy was ending that as she hit the in-between stage. Maternity shopping would be necessary soon. She mussed her hair, applied a touch of chocolate-flavored lip balm, and turned away from the mirror. Time to go seduce my husband. When she reached the office, the door swung open, and she was enveloped in a strong pair of arms and pulled inside. The door shut behind her, and she giggled as he nuzzled her neck.

"You got off work early today."

"I thought I'd surprise you," she said.

"Mission accomplished and very much appreciated." His hands ran down her back and cupped her bottom through the skirt. She moaned. Even after all these months the spark between them burned bright and white hot.

"Mhmm. Did you miss me?"

"I always miss you." Coming from someone else that would be descriptive, but from Phelan it was literal. The thought melted her. She buried her fingers in his dark hair and leaned back to meet his gaze.

"Me too."

He lowered his lips to hers, and her body went up in flames. She gripped his shoulders hard as her knees went weak. Tongues tangled, teeth nipped, and he lifted her leg to wrap around his hip. The bulge in his slacks rubbed against her moist panties. In need of more she used her powers to remove her panties. I'm loving this molecule manipulation more and more. With a thought she removed his jeans and boxer briefs next. He pulled away and flashed a devilish grin.

"Well done, my Queen. Let's move this to the couch."

He lifted her into his arms, and she giggled. They sank down onto the couch, and she moved to straddle his lap. Zasha rubbed her center over his stiff shaft and moaned.

"You're so wet."

"This is what you do to me, Mr. D'Shar."

He gripped her hips and pressed her against him as he rocked up. She moaned.

"Don't tease."

"Then guide me home, sweet girl." She lifted herself up onto her knees and leaned down to palm him. She stroked him and guided him to her center, easing down to engulf him in her heat.

"Oh God." She slid down and paused, relished the feel of fullness he always brought. When she began to move they set a languid, steady pace. Her head fell back. She braced her hands against his chest, planted her feet on either side of his legs, pushed up and sank down.

"Just like that, Zash. You're so damn tight."

She flexed her muscles. "Fuck! You're going to make me come."

"That's the point, lover." She sped up, ignoring his attempt to keep things slow and sweet. I'm pregnant, not made of porcelain. Every now and then a girl needs a good dicking down. Her chest heaved, and her walls quivered as he gave in and pounded into her.

She gripped his shoulders. "Just like that, Phe. Just like that."

"Shit! I'm gonna come, baby, I'm gonna come."

"I'm right there with you."

She slammed down on him, and he cried out, holding her close as he exploded. A steady stream of hot cum shot off inside her, pushing her over the edge, and she joined him in ecstasy.

Later when they were cleaned and re-clothed, she leaned her head back and looked up from her position cuddled next to him on the couch.

"I wanted to talk to you about something."