life undress?” Julie called over from her director’s chair.
Scowling, Chelsea rolled her eyes and scooted back up onto the length of the bed. Sitting up in its center, she bent her knees –– Indian style –– and crossed her legs at the ankles. The robe loosened with the movement and the inside curve of a lush breast showed clearly at the neckline. Chelsea didn’t heed it; she was too busy making sure the robe didn’t gape open over her lap.
Julie’s voice sounded pleased as she called out, “That’s much better! Now Ty, you need to unbutton that shirt all the way… and leave it hanging open… Yeah,” she added, as Tyler complied with the instruction, “like that.”
The director scanned the set, and seeing that all was at the ready, picked up her megaphone. “Lights! Cameras!… Action!”
~ * ~
Chelsea drew the brush through her hair in slow even strokes, her eyes on Tyler as he unhooked his belt buckle. “You were right, Paul… I went to see Doc Walter today, and he figures I’m about four months along.”
Tyler’s hands froze in the act of unlacing his tan, leather breeches and he raised his head to look at her with infinite slowness. “Tina,” he whispered, his eyes filling with fierce joy. “You mean…”
She nodded and the private smile curving her lips widened to include her husband. “I guess the third time is the charm.”
Letting out a whoop, Tyler crossed the bedroom in two strides, grabbing Chelsea in his arms as he fell onto the bed beside her. The brush clattered, unnoticed, to the floor. He pressed one hand to her abdomen, and Chelsea lowered her gaze, one hand covering his. “A “Tina… baby, ” he said softly, reverently. Thank you.”
“Well, I reckon we both took part in the making of this miracle. Our miracle.” Raising her eyes, Chelsea lifted one hand to touch his cheek with loving fingertips.
“God, I love you, Tina,” Tyler murmured, his voice low.
“Oh, Paul,” Chelsea whispered back, “I love y––“ The rest of the word was cut off as Tyler’s mouth slanted over hers.
Chelsea’s response was tentative at first, but when his tongue swept a hot, sensuous trail across her lips, dipping into the moist crevasse, desire replaced all thoughts of caution, of awareness.
A moan escaped from her throat, turning into a gasp of pleasure when Tyler’s fingers brushed against the swell of a breast. She tilted her head back to allow him better access as he glided the tip of his tongue down the length of her throat.
Oblivious to the rolling cameras, Tyler’s body gently brought Chelsea’s down to lie against the pillows while he stretched out full-length beside her. Her arms slid around his waist, under his shirt, skimming lightly over the bare heat of his skin until reaching the dip of his lower back. She grazed the sensitive skin with her fingernails, and he growled softly into her mouth while he rolled his pelvis against hers.
Purring like a kitten, Chelsea lifted a smooth, mocha leg, wrapped it around him even as she pushed off his shirt. Tyler leaned back, pulled his shirt from his arms with shaky movements, flung it to a far corner of the room. He started to bend forward, but Chelsea sat up, her slender fingers deftly working the ties of his worn, tanned leather pants, pushing them down his hips.
Her head tipped down, her dark hair fell around the sprung erection like a shield. When she raised her eyes to his, her cheeks were hot and flaming… But she kept up the cover for him; her face revealed only passion.
Julie had the cameras pan out in a blur to the fireplace in the background as Tyler kicked off his pants, sending them to the floor. When the cameras came back into focus, it was just in time to see Chelsea’s robe join his pants on the floor, and then up to the bed to see Tyler’s form start to cover hers –– Julie’s butt-shot –– just before he flipped the covers open on the bed.
Chelsea slid in between the sheets, Tyler
Scowling, Chelsea rolled her eyes and scooted back up onto the length of the bed. Sitting up in its center, she bent her knees –– Indian style –– and crossed her legs at the ankles. The robe loosened with the movement and the inside curve of a lush breast showed clearly at the neckline. Chelsea didn’t heed it; she was too busy making sure the robe didn’t gape open over her lap.
Julie’s voice sounded pleased as she called out, “That’s much better! Now Ty, you need to unbutton that shirt all the way… and leave it hanging open… Yeah,” she added, as Tyler complied with the instruction, “like that.”
The director scanned the set, and seeing that all was at the ready, picked up her megaphone. “Lights! Cameras!… Action!”
~ * ~
Chelsea drew the brush through her hair in slow even strokes, her eyes on Tyler as he unhooked his belt buckle. “You were right, Paul… I went to see Doc Walter today, and he figures I’m about four months along.”
Tyler’s hands froze in the act of unlacing his tan, leather breeches and he raised his head to look at her with infinite slowness. “Tina,” he whispered, his eyes filling with fierce joy. “You mean…”
She nodded and the private smile curving her lips widened to include her husband. “I guess the third time is the charm.”
Letting out a whoop, Tyler crossed the bedroom in two strides, grabbing Chelsea in his arms as he fell onto the bed beside her. The brush clattered, unnoticed, to the floor. He pressed one hand to her abdomen, and Chelsea lowered her gaze, one hand covering his. “A “Tina… baby, ” he said softly, reverently. Thank you.”
“Well, I reckon we both took part in the making of this miracle. Our miracle.” Raising her eyes, Chelsea lifted one hand to touch his cheek with loving fingertips.
“God, I love you, Tina,” Tyler murmured, his voice low.
“Oh, Paul,” Chelsea whispered back, “I love y––“ The rest of the word was cut off as Tyler’s mouth slanted over hers.
Chelsea’s response was tentative at first, but when his tongue swept a hot, sensuous trail across her lips, dipping into the moist crevasse, desire replaced all thoughts of caution, of awareness.
A moan escaped from her throat, turning into a gasp of pleasure when Tyler’s fingers brushed against the swell of a breast. She tilted her head back to allow him better access as he glided the tip of his tongue down the length of her throat.
Oblivious to the rolling cameras, Tyler’s body gently brought Chelsea’s down to lie against the pillows while he stretched out full-length beside her. Her arms slid around his waist, under his shirt, skimming lightly over the bare heat of his skin until reaching the dip of his lower back. She grazed the sensitive skin with her fingernails, and he growled softly into her mouth while he rolled his pelvis against hers.
Purring like a kitten, Chelsea lifted a smooth, mocha leg, wrapped it around him even as she pushed off his shirt. Tyler leaned back, pulled his shirt from his arms with shaky movements, flung it to a far corner of the room. He started to bend forward, but Chelsea sat up, her slender fingers deftly working the ties of his worn, tanned leather pants, pushing them down his hips.
Her head tipped down, her dark hair fell around the sprung erection like a shield. When she raised her eyes to his, her cheeks were hot and flaming… But she kept up the cover for him; her face revealed only passion.
Julie had the cameras pan out in a blur to the fireplace in the background as Tyler kicked off his pants, sending them to the floor. When the cameras came back into focus, it was just in time to see Chelsea’s robe join his pants on the floor, and then up to the bed to see Tyler’s form start to cover hers –– Julie’s butt-shot –– just before he flipped the covers open on the bed.
Chelsea slid in between the sheets, Tyler
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