The fire chief approaches us and clears his throat. We both look at him.
“What's the news?” Kyst asks.
“Well, it looks like the fire was deliberately set,” the chief says, looking at his notes.
Kyst and I look at each other then back at the chief. “Do you have any idea who could have done it?” Kyst asks seriously.
“Yes. We reviewed surveillance footage from a neighboring building and saw a man leaving the scene. We have identified him as Grayson Bell. The police are on route to his residence now,” the chief informs us.
“Grayson! So, they are going to arrest him?” Kyst asks, wanting confirmation.
“Yes. This is a grave matter,” The chief says before walking away.
I'm so glad to hear that. I actually sigh aloud with relief. Kyst looks at me and raises his eyebrows.
“It’s comforting to know I won't be bothered by him anymore,” I explain.
“Trust me, I hear ya.” Kyst nods. I laugh a little. Exhausted from the day, I give a small yawn. “Come on, let's go home,” he says.
I smile at him. I love the way that sounds.
Together we walk back towards the building. The fire is out. We collect all the animals and find space for all of them in the backseat of the car. Kyst is such a gentleman. He helps me carefully into the passenger seat before we drive away. We follow the familiar road back to his ranch. It feels so good to be going this way again. I sneak a glance at Kyst. I missed him so much.
We arrive at the house faster than I expected. Kyst opens the front door then comes back to help me with the animals. It takes us nearly an hour to get them all situated in the house. Afterward, we both collapse on the couch, ready to relax. It's been such a long day.
As we sit there, I feel Kyst watching me. I turn to look at him as he reaches out and caresses my cheek. I place my hand over his. Slowly he leans forward and gives me a tender kiss. All those old feelings rise to the surface. He is about to pull away, but I hold onto him. With familiarity, he lies me back on the couch. I pull him on top of me as we kiss. He sinks between my legs.
I feel like I’m home. My fireman kisses every part of my body through my clothes. It's not enough. I need him. I start unbuttoning his shirt and pants. Soon he is naked. I pull off my dress and lay there in my bra and panties. Kyst stares at me. He leans down and kisses my pregnant belly.
My heart burns for him, and I pull him up so I can kiss him again. He moves my panties aside. His cock is hard as he slides inside of my wet pussy. I feel the familiar stretching sensation, and I love it.
Once he is fully inside me, Kyst gently kisses my lips. He pulls my body closer to his, so I am surrounded by his warmth. Slowly, he starts to move in and out of me. My breasts bounce wildly in my bra. They are larger now because of the pregnancy. Kyst definitely notices. He pushes the bra down and sucks each nipple. It drives me crazy because they are more sensitive now. I hold onto him as he goes deeper. I don't ever want to let him go.
I start moving my hips, so we fuck together. We seem to lose ourselves in each other. Both of us moving in perfect sync.
“Oh, Mylah, I missed you,” Kyst moans. He kisses me again.
With each thrust, he pushes against my cervix driving me crazy. This is the most I have ever wanted him. I don't know how much longer I can wait. He can tell by the way I move my hips.
“That's it. Move, baby. Cum for me,” he whispers in my ear.
His words send a shiver down my spine. They excite me enough that I start grinding more until I cum with a loud moan. My juices spill down his dick.
“Oh, Mylah,” he moans as he cums a few seconds later.
Dizzy, I lay there in his arms. He kisses me and cuddles me. I feel happy and at peace.
Epilogue - Mylah
A month later
I wake up kind of late this morning. It’s another gorgeous day, and I breathe a sigh of happiness. I get out of bed and take my time getting dressed for the day. Every day is filled with nothing but happiness now. It has been a month since Kyst asked me to move in with him. I’m still thrilled by that. This was where I always wanted to be.
After I’m dressed, I waddle to the kitchen. Kyst is waiting there with a fresh jar of orange juice. I give him a good morning kiss before he pours me a cup, and we sit at the table.