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Story: Mystery Mountain Man
As if sensing my thoughts, he leans over and kisses my temple. Getting up on my tiptoes, I kiss his neck and then snuggle into his warmth. The smell of hay, sweet and earthy, permeates the barn. We've visited at least once a month since we got married, and more often since Nora was born. It feels like home away from home for all three of us now. Clint's mom pulled me aside after the first few visits and thanked me for bringing her son home again. We cried. She taught me to make biscuits. It was magical.
Clint hums against my cheek. "Seems she's pretty well occupied. What do you say we slip out and make her a little brother or sister?"
I bite my lip and pretend to contemplate his idea. "Yes, that would be fun. Now, I may have lapsed a bit in reproductive knowledge, but I do remember that you can't get pregnant if you're already pregnant."
Clint pulls back and looks at me in disbelief. I grin up at him as a slow smile brightens his handsome face.
"Yes!" He pumps his fist and then scoops me up in a huge bear hug. I laugh as he swings me around before carefully putting me back on my feet. Clint's large hand cups my face, and he kisses me hard, his tongue clashing with mine, and a rush of desire soaks my panties.
He pulls back and looks at me in concern. "How are you feeling? Are you sick at all? Do you need to go lie down?" Myfirst pregnancy was pretty tame, but he loved spoiling me and making sure my feet were never sore.
"Hmm, I'm only about seven weeks, and no symptoms yet." I kiss his hand, and he grins at me, entirely too pleased with his fertile seed. I roll my eyes, but can't help but grin back at him. I will drop my panties for this man anytime. I trace a finger up his shirt. "Maybe it wouldn't hurt to try one more time. Just to make sure I'm super extra pregnant."
I grab his hand and lead him out of the barn, and he swats at my butt as I race up the big steps to the main house. Clint catches me right outside the front door and dips me back, gazing lovingly into my eyes. "I love you, Mimi Mitchell."
I grin. He says my new full name as often as possible. I gaze up into his ridiculously handsome face and kiss him with all the love in my heart.
"I love you, my mystery mountain man."
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Clint hums against my cheek. "Seems she's pretty well occupied. What do you say we slip out and make her a little brother or sister?"
I bite my lip and pretend to contemplate his idea. "Yes, that would be fun. Now, I may have lapsed a bit in reproductive knowledge, but I do remember that you can't get pregnant if you're already pregnant."
Clint pulls back and looks at me in disbelief. I grin up at him as a slow smile brightens his handsome face.
"Yes!" He pumps his fist and then scoops me up in a huge bear hug. I laugh as he swings me around before carefully putting me back on my feet. Clint's large hand cups my face, and he kisses me hard, his tongue clashing with mine, and a rush of desire soaks my panties.
He pulls back and looks at me in concern. "How are you feeling? Are you sick at all? Do you need to go lie down?" Myfirst pregnancy was pretty tame, but he loved spoiling me and making sure my feet were never sore.
"Hmm, I'm only about seven weeks, and no symptoms yet." I kiss his hand, and he grins at me, entirely too pleased with his fertile seed. I roll my eyes, but can't help but grin back at him. I will drop my panties for this man anytime. I trace a finger up his shirt. "Maybe it wouldn't hurt to try one more time. Just to make sure I'm super extra pregnant."
I grab his hand and lead him out of the barn, and he swats at my butt as I race up the big steps to the main house. Clint catches me right outside the front door and dips me back, gazing lovingly into my eyes. "I love you, Mimi Mitchell."
I grin. He says my new full name as often as possible. I gaze up into his ridiculously handsome face and kiss him with all the love in my heart.
"I love you, my mystery mountain man."
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