Kieran woke up from the deepest, most complete sleep he'd ever had. His eyes flickered open blearily. Daylight was shining through the luxurious curtains that framed the wide bedroom window. A quick glance at the clock told him it was almost ten in the morning--later than he'd ever slept before.
For a split second, he felt a surge of intense of guilt. He was late for school! He had to get up, shower, and get dressed quickly! He reached down to the floor, expecting to grasp his backpack laying on the floor, but his fingers found only empty air.
Why isn't my backpack there? Why isn't it there? It's always there! What--?
Then the memories returned. They hit like a tidal wave, and Kieran remembered where he was. More, he remembered who he was with--and what they'd done. His pulse quickened as he recalled the day he'd spent with Katie after arriving in Orlando. He remembered the aquarium, and the restaurant, and Katie's shocking confession. He remembered his reaction, his anger and disbelief, and he remembered...
He remembered the warm, sweet softness of her lips, the exquisite perfection of her nudity. He remembered how wet and warm and tight her pussy had been around his shaft--
His cock twitched to attention, growing instantly erect, but what he felt was more than just physical. He recalled, with crystalline clarity, the way Katie's eyes shone when she looked up at him, and how she'd met his gaze squarely as he took her virginity.
I got her pregnant. The realization sank in afresh. Katie's going to be pregnant after this. And...and we're engaged. Like, for real. She...we...
It was so much to take in. In the heat of the moment, with his passions running high, it had been easier to accept. But now...now he saw the full magnitude of what he'd done. It changed everything.
And yet I don't regret any of it.
He was surprised at just how true that simple realization was. For all the life-altering implications of last night, for all the enormity of the decisions he and Katie both made, he couldn't find any regret or second thoughts no matter how deeply he searched his own feelings. He was terrified, yes--but also increasingly excited, and the latter was starting to rival or even outweigh the former. Nothing was quite as scary as it might otherwise be, so long as Katie was with him.
She said she loves me.
Those words, spoken from Katie's lips the first time he'd brought her to orgasm, still rang in his ears. Every time he replayed that moment in his mind, fireworks went off inside his heart.
He propped himself up on his elbows to look at her. Katie was lying like a contented cat. Her expression was one of peace, with just the barest hint of smugness in the way the corners of her lips quirked upward. She was probably feeling rather pleased with herself. Kieran didn't blame her for that at all. He was feeling the same way. Nothing he'd ever experienced before held a candle to the wonderful things he'd felt with her.
She was still naked. So was he. The covers molded beautifully to her flawless shape, and her legs, only partially covered by the skewed sheets, called out to him like a siren's song.
In that moment he wanted her all over again. His whole body was sore, and the tip of his cock was raw and sensitive from overuse, and yet he still wanted to touch her, taste her, feel her.
Katie's words came back to him. "From now on you have 24/7 access to my body. I don't care if I'm awake or asleep, my pussy is always open to you, and only to you."
Was that true? Was it really okay if he took her while she was sleeping? Did Katie really mean it?
Of course she did, he realized. Katie never says anything she doesn't mean. Ever.
Katie never stirred as he moved over to her side of the bed. Gently, he pulled the blankets away from her and used his hands to slowly pry her legs apart. Her pussy waited for him, swollen from their passionate tryst the night before. Kieran took a second to position himself, then shoved his cock inside her.
Her blue eyes snapped open instantly, and for a second there was panic there, but then she realized who she was with and where she was. Her expression turned into a sly smile.
"Well," she said silkily. "Good morning to you too, stud." She craned her neck upward to give him a slow, languid kiss. "This is the best way to start the day. Honestly, I was kind of hoping you'd do this. I'm glad you took the initiative."
Kieran pulled out almost completely, making her whimper before he plunged back in. He drew out the moment, torturing her in the way only a lover could. "I couldn't help myself," he admitted. "I just couldn't help myself, and I remembered what you said, and..." he trailed off and shrugged.
Katie laughed. "Hey, I'm not complaining! And honestly, it's a huge turn-on for me that you're bold enough to do something like this." She winked at him. "You're making excellent progress."
"What can I say?" came his dry response. "I've always been a quick learner."
"Oh, that much is clear--Oh, God!" Katie clutched at him, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. "I can't...I can't hold on, I'm gonna cum already! Faster! Harder! Please!"