She rocked onto her tiptoes, gliding up his chest until her lips were level with his mouth. “Of course, I shall be good. Most of the time and if I’m not…” The wind caught her hair, blowing it about her cheeks.
Blake tucked the loose stands behind her ear. “I shall deal with it as I see fit, though… given you’re condition, I might have to hold back for a while.”
“I won’t be pregnant forever.” She licked her tongue around her lips, moistening them.
Blake lowered his mouth, ready to kiss her puckered lips. “Good thing I brought the precious wooden paddle back from the colony. Married to you, somehow I think I might need it.”
The End