She looked at her finger. Just a plain white gold band. So small...and yet. Yet it dominated her life.
Theirs had been a long courtship. It sounded so much better to say "long courtship" than to say that they had lived together for six years before finally getting married.
She had wondered over and over again, during that six years, when he would finally get around to asking her. He never did. They just kind of got married when they discovered that the light of their lives was arriving in nine months.
She should have been happy. And she was. All of her dreams were coming true. She just wished for all the romance to go along with the man she loved. The chance to tell her children about the romantic way their father asked their mother to be his forever.
Somehow she felt cheated. Robbed of that special moment.
Yet she had stood before that wonderful man...and the rest of the world as she vowed to love only him. A vow she wanted to keep.
That night they had made love so tenderly.
He had looked deep into her eyes as he gently stroked her growing belly. She smiled as she felt butterflies in her stomach. After all these years he still had the power to give her butterflies.
He began stroking her breasts as he kissed her gently. The kiss deepened and awakened her senses. Every stroke was so sweet. His hands massaged her breasts and left her breathless.
He touched her everywhere except the one place she desperately needed him to. That place between her legs needed his attention.
She arched and writhed, attempting to convey how much she needed him. Slowly his fingers made their way to her already wet mound.
