Rock Hard

“I want your cock inside me, master,” she replied instantly, her voice breathy and therefore a bit choppy. “Please.”

“Well, since my little pet asked so nicely…”

I rammed into her, and she threw her head back and howled in pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, Seth!” she shrieked, gripping me tightly.

I rocked my hips, pumping in and out of her slowly. As much as I wanted to just go to town and drive into her, I also wanted to drag this all out and make it last, so that I could savor every moment.

Jonna moved with me, her hips rolling like a tidal wave, bringing crests of pleasure with every motion.

No matter how many times I fucked her, no matter where, or what position, each time felt just as incredible as the first time had. If anything, the more we got to know each other, the better our sex became.

We’d learned to read each other’s bodies, and spent long nights awake talking about our deepest, darkest fantasies, pleased to find that we shared a number of them.

But even so, I realized that she was every fantasy I’d ever had, all rolled into one. And not just physically. The intimacy between us really did grow deeper every day, and she showed me just how much she was truly made for me.

And now, we were starting a family together.

I didn’t know it was possible to feel this much love.

It was overwhelming and even a little bit scary, but I knew there was no looking back.

And I didn’t want to.

I wanted to jump in with both feet to whatever our future together had in store.

“Fuck, Seth, I’m getting close,” she gasped suddenly, drawing me out of my thoughts. “I’m gonna cum.”

I gripped her hips, keeping her in place and maintaining the pace until I felt her pussy walls tightening around me and she screamed as she came.

“Fuck yeah,” I told her. “Cum on my big cock. Your wet pussy feels so good wrapped around it.”

That added sensation put me over the edge, and I came, too, filling her with a hot load before I even knew what had come over me.

Slowly, I sank down to the mattress beside her, pulling her close and kissing her forehead. Then I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her belly before laying my head down. She stroked my hair.

“So maybe instead of the Mozart, I’ll put some headphones with Autumn Corrosion over my belly,” she remarked absently.

“I’ll just give him a live show,” I assured her.

“Him?”

I looked up at her and shrugged.

“Or her. But I just have a feeling.”

“Me, too,” she admitted. “The second I saw that plus sign, something just hit me and told me that it was a boy.”

I grinned.

“Well, I think you’re on the right track, no matter what. We’ll make sure whoever our little one is has great taste in music.”

After all, without music, our lives never would have intertwined. It had always been my passion, but now, music had become my lifeblood. And Jonna was the heart pumping it through my veins.

Epilogue - Jonna

One Year Later

Seth and I married in late spring, with all the warmth and colors nature could provide. Restrictions had lifted even further now, so that we were able to have an outdoor, socially distant wedding, in which the wedding party and all our guests wore masks. We set up folding chairs in two even rows before a movable flower arch.

An unforeseen advantage to the venue was the number of guests it allowed for, especially considering the sheer number of the guests who were there. Seth seemed to invite every member of every band he’d ever signed.

My side of the aisle looked dinky by comparison. They earned their keep, however, by helping out with decorations, programs and favors. And Seth’s side was equally eager to shower us with a summer festival’s worth of performances planned for the reception, each of the bands housed in the rented bandstand.

I knew most of them by sight, though everyone was on their best behavior, with even the Metal bands opting for tuxedos. I wouldn’t have missed their performances for the world. I loved their music; plus, the image of a Metal band dressed like a philharmonic was just too funny to pass up.

“Ready for this?” Stephanie asked, closing the tent flap behind her.

“Of course,” I told her.

I had never been more ready for anything in my life.

“Let’s go get ‘em, tiger,” she said, taking me by the hand.

I was really glad to have Stephanie as the Maid of Honor. It felt better knowing that she had my back, in every sense of the word.

There was no confusion about whether I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Seth, or ‘make it official.’ I just knew we would be together forever, and that getting married was the next natural and most wonderful step to take.