Affirmative!I concur promptly. I would not have enquired following the previous incident during my remote work, but I am pleased that she did.
Celine intended to invite my parents for dinner to disclose the news prior to informing the rest of the pack tomorrow. She desired to bake a cake inscribed with “Big Sister in Training!”and have Alyssa deliver it to them. The house exudes an exquisite aroma of chocolate cake and roast beef, prompting all attendees of the meeting to remark on the delightful scent. Our residence is unequivocally a home.
When my parents visit, we dine without divulging the news. The dinner was exceptional, and my parents were also enthusiastic about it.
After I cleared the plates, Celine enquired of Alyssa, “Did we prepare a cake for dessert today for Gran and Gramps, Alyssa?””
Alyssa is nodding with pride.
“I am my mother’s assistant,” she exclaims with delight.
Celine presents the cake and places it before Alyssa. “Let us unveil the creation you made for Gran and Gramps together.”
My parents are observing the cake stand, anticipating the presence of a cake exclusively. The girls remove the lid, and my parents examine the cursive inscription on the cake, resulting in a moment of silence.
“Are you expecting?”My mother enquires of Celine.
The dining room was imbued with exhilaration, accolades, and a few joyful tears from my parents. They were elated when we presented them with the ultrasound images.
In six months, I will transition from being a bachelor to being married with two children; however, I have no complaints, as I have never been happier.
Upon my parents’ departure, we place Alyssa in bed and retire early ourselves. All individuals must awaken at 3 AM. I desire for us to be positioned hours prior to dawn, as a precaution.
I request the presence of all women in the pack-house who are neither warriors, children, nor seniors, several hours in advance. I will deploy 150 warriors to secure the packhouse in the event that any adversaries breach the frontlines. No one is reaching the most vulnerable individuals in my group. I am reassured by the knowledge that Celine and Alyssa will be secure in the packhouse.
As we recline in bed, anticipating the onset of slumber, we embrace closely and converse. What are your expectations? Is it a boy or a girl?Celine enquires.
“I am uncertain.” I will express gratitude for whatever we possess.
“You?””
“I would, of course, be pleased with either, but I believe I prefer a boy,” she smiles.
“Indeed?” “A boy would be enjoyable, yet I recognise Alyssa’s sweetness, making a girl equally delightful,” I remark with a chuckle.
Suggestions for names?“She inquires.”
“Not at this time.” I must contemplate it. And you?”
Celine responds, “Likewise…”
“What are your thoughts on naming a boy Wyatt after your father?”I propose.
She smiles, somewhat melancholically. “Your kindness in offering that is remarkable,” she states, then advances towards me, initiating a kiss that rapidly escalates in intensity. She momentarily separates to ascend onto me. Her eyes are swirling with desire. She kisses me once more, infused with urgency and longing. She advances to my neck and commences kissing. I can sense blood beginning to flow to my genitalia. She begins to descend, kissing and licking. I perceive my breathing becoming more laboured, and the sensations she imparts on my skin with each kiss and lick intensify my desire. Significantly more.
Her nails gently brush against my hips as he lowers my pants. I perceive her tongue caressing and tantalising prior to her enveloping me with her mouth. I emit a groan of pleasure. I gaze at her clad solely in my t-shirt, while she regards me with the most alluring eyes, proceeding to entice me to the brink before abruptly halting. I emit a groan as she ascends and employs her hand to direct me into her moist v****a. The sounds that escape her lips leave me pulsating.
“You are exceedingly aroused, my dear,” I rasp.
She nods, biting her lip, and subsequently begins to mount me. Her rhythm is impeccable. I raise my t-shirt that she is wearing, and she perceives the implication and discards it onto the floor. Her moans and the sight of her riding me in ecstasy compel me to climax within her. I moisten my thumb and then apply it to her c******s, performing circular motions. Her head tilts backward, indicating her approach to climax. She accelerates her speed.
“Approach me, darling,” I assert.
“Cohen,” she exhales, and then I observe her unravel. I persist in my thrusts, allowing her to experience her o****m as I reach my climax simultaneously. She reclines atop me, regaining her breath as I glide my fingertips along her back. She is utterly flawless, and she belongs exclusively to me.
Buzzing incessantly.
