Chapter Sixty-eight

Jess loped along the fence as a wolf, black fur blending almost perfectly in the darkness. Ten yards to her right and slightly ahead of her, Alex was a bit more visible, but appeared to be disembodied white limbs moving in the darkness. Both could trot much faster than they were moving, but they had a vampire on horseback trailing along behind them. Both werewolves had their noses to the ground, searching out the scent of the strange werewolf.

Nate shifted restlessly in the saddle, filled with the urge to smack his heels against the horse's sides and gallop towards the enemy. But he didn't have the slightest clue where they were going. He'd never even traveled this far on the property. Since moving in, he'd been content to stick close to the house with Lindy and Liam. Now he wanted nothing more than to jump the fence and track that werewolf bastard down.

Alex and Jess continued trotting forward at a steady pace. The paced the fence, the borderline of the property, for another quarter of a mile before Alex suddenly jerked towards Jess. She immediately halted and watched Alex follow his nose, cutting in front of her. Ears up and heads down, they broke into a lope, now following the werewolf's scent trail. About fifty yards ahead, they came to a spot in front of the fence that had clearly been dug under. Alex squeezed through the opening, and Jess sat on her haunches and looked back to Nate.

Immediately getting off the horse, Nate looped the reins over a nearby branch. Heading to where Jess was sitting, he took a good look at the fence. He wasn't all that sure he could fit in that tiny space. Instead, he looked for a good foot hold and started climbing. Climbing the fence was easy. Bypassing the barbed wire at the top was hell. He held the wire down with his hand, throwing on leg over the top. Unfortunately, getting his other leg over would mean he'd have to let go. He tried swinging his leg behind him and over the top, but that didn't work. Eventually, his only plan of action was to tilt to the side and hope the fall didn't gouge a huge hole in his leg. With one last glance at Jess, he leaned over and hit the ground with a thud.

"Ow, fuck!"

Alex came over and sniffed at Nate's leg while Jess squirmed under the fence. Both werewolves nudged Nate to his feet. Fortunately, it looked like he hadn't hurt anything but his dignity in the fall. After making sure he was okay, both werewolves went back to sniffing the ground. Both moved confidently down what appeared to be a trail in the forest.

Moving slowly for wolves so Nate could keep up, they continued on silently, alert for any signs of them being watched. Coming to a clearing, they both dropped lower to the ground and moved slower. A cabin could be seen between the tree branches. Both werewolves froze just before stepping into the meadow.

Completely unconcerned about being attacked, with two werewolves protecting his back, Nate charged forward carelessly. He walked deliberately up to the cabin, even though Jess tried to slow him down by grabbing onto his pant leg. There were tire tracks in the mud near the cabin, but no vehicle. The interior of the cabin was dark, and he felt his heart drop. [We missed him...]

Alex stood up on his hind legs, looking in a window. Experimentally he nudged it with his nose, and the window slid to one side. He scrambled into the cabin and could be heard moving around inside. The front door opened eventually. Alex poked his head outside and shook it.

Nate pushed the door open further, stepping into the house. He turned on a nearby lamp, blinking in the sudden brightness. The place was sparsely furnished, and messy. Heading for the kitchen, Nate started opening drawers, rifling through old papers, cooking utensils, looking for anything that might lead them onto a stronger trail. He could feel his teeth sharpening slightly, eager to get his hands on the guy.

Jess and Alex were also nosing around as well. They were sniffing around the small cabin, and appeared frustrated that the strange werewolf wasn't there as well. But there was nothing they could spot that would give them a clue as to who he was.

Nate pulled out a notepad with a few phone numbers on it. Although it had no names written down, it might still be useful. Moving on to the pantry cabinet, he opened it up. The shelves were packed with tons of nonperishable food. Just perfect for someone who didn't plan on being in the cabin on a daily basis. He was about to close the doors, when something caught his eye. Up high on the top shelf were several wine bottles, dusty, yet the label was still readable. Reaching for one, he pulled it down and glanced back at the notepad on the counter. The label design was the same on both. He'd also come across a corkscrew in the drawers with the same logo.

Deschamps Reserve.

The werewolf was a wine drinker. The bottle wasn't so unusual, but having the notepad and corkscrew was. They didn't give those out at stores. Whomever this guy was, he'd visited the vineyard.

A little shudder went through Nathaniel's frame. Not so long ago, he and Lindy had stayed in another vineyard in Napa Valley. Would it be a stretch of the imagination to think they might've crossed paths?

He felt a tug on the legs of his jeans. Alex was trying to get his attention. The werewolf gestured with his head to the doorway where Jess was standing guard. Alex walked towards it, indicating that he thought it was time for them to get out of the cabin. Both werewolves were on alert, not certain if or when the stranger would return to the cabin.

With a deep sigh, Nate placed the bottle on the counter, ripped the top paper off the notepad, and headed towards the door. He didn't really care if the werewolf knew he'd been in the house. Part of him hoped it would irritate the hell out of the guy. "Let's see how you like intruders, asshole."

Anton was in his office at the warehouse, reviewing several reports that had been sent to him. To tell the truth, his mind was only half there, a fact that became apparent to him after he tried to read the third paragraph for a fifth time.

Bryn had been up and gone before sunset. She had told him that she needed to do some Christmas shopping. He had no problem with that. It had been a few hours though, and with the strange werewolf roaming around, as well as concern about retribution from Natasha, he was a little worried. He was thinking he should have given her his cell phone in so they could stay in contact. [Maybe I'll get her one as an early Christmas present.]

Bryn opened the grates on the elevator quietly, hoping her presence wasn't known yet. She'd somehow talked the security guard into letting her in the building without notifying Anton first...a minor miracle in itself. Now, as she headed towards his office, readjusting her grip on the bundle in her arms, she hoped he wasn't busy. She knocked on the door, remaining quiet when he asked who was there, and sniffed the large bouquet of red roses she was carrying.

He looked up from the papers he was reading and called out again, thinking whoever was there hadn't heard him. "The door's unlocked. Come in." When still no opened the door, he got up and went to open it. "Bryn? What are youdoing here, my dear? I didn't think I'd see you until I got home later. Let me take the roses." He smiled at her. "For me, my dear?"

"Yes. I thought they might brighten up your office a bit." She pushed up onto her tiptoes and kissed him. "And I'm here because I wanted to see you." She held up the small bag she was carrying. "I brought some desserts. If you aren't too busy, I thought maybe we could visit for a little while. But if you are busy, I could just leave your cheesecake here and wait for you at home."

"No, I'm not too busy at all." He held the door open wide so she could easily come in. Placing the roses on the desk, he cleared another spot for Bryn to put the cheesecake down. He was touched that she came by, and surprised by the flowers. "How did your shopping go, my dear?"

"Hmm? Oh...fine. Mostly I was just looking for ideas." He had to wonder about her hesitation, and the make-up on her face. She looked as if she'd gone to dinner with someone. "I did buy a few things for Max. I found some really cute flannel pajamas at FAO Schwarz. They were cream-colored with plush wings on the back. I couldn't resist."

Anton grinned. "It sounds cute. Me on the other hand," he gestured towards the paperwork on his desk. "I'm wading through this paperwork and wondering why I even started this business to begin with." He cocked an eyebrow at her. "You're sure you want a job here, my dear?"

She gave him a little smile as she sat down in the chair across from him. "Yes, I do." She started unpacking the bag. "Is Lindy still here? I got an extra piece in case she is. And is there anything I can help you with, sugar? I'd be glad to."

"Unless you're familiar with colonial woodworking, I think this can wait. And Lindy went home about half an hour ago to check on Liam and see if Nathaniel's found anything." He sighed a bit. "Part of me feels that I should be out there with him."

"Well, I'm somewhat familiar with Amish craftsmanship, but I don't think that's quite the same thing. As for you being out there, I'd rather you weren't. I don't think I could handle the anxiety." She picked up the packages of cheesecake. "We've got a chocolate, New York style, and a lime coconut. Which one do you want?"

"I'll take the New York, my dear." Anton took the cheesecake and opened the package. "So when do you want to start working here? Do you want to wait until after Max is born?"

"It might be better that way, so I don't suddenly disappear for a while in early January." She took a bite of the lime coconut cheesecake, moaning softly in appreciation. "Are you sure you don't want me to be just a silent partner? I feel a little like I'm bothering you right now. I can't imagine what it would be like if I was here every day."

"You're not bothering me, Bryn. And I'm sure we'll work out something as far as you being here every day. Or we could schedule it so we're here every other day so one of us is with Max." He frowned at Bryn, fork half way to his mouth. "I'm not forcing you to take this job, am I? If you want to be a silent partner, Bryn, that's fine."

"No, you're not. I just don't want to become an annoyance, or make it so you never get any work done. I do like the idea of one of us being home with Max, after I learn the job, that is. Until then, I hope you don't mind if I bring him to work with me sometimes. As much as I trust Jess, I think I'd miss him too much to spend every day without him."

"We can work something out, Bryn. I was thinking of taking some time off once Max was born so we'll both be around." He took a bite of the cheesecake. "So who did you do your Christmas shopping for? Or can you talk about it?"

"Well, I got something for you...but I'm not sure I'll be able to wait for Christmas to give it to you. I got a toy for Petunia. I wanted to ask you if you any ornaments for a tree, and decorations. I'd like to start putting those up right after Thanksgiving. And we can always buy some new ones...it would be nice to have some for our first Christmas together."

Anton actually looked a bit sheepish. "Actually, Bryn, we need to buy ornaments period. I have something for here at the office, but since I've been on my own for basically the last fifty years and lived upstairs, I didn't bother with anything for the apartment."

"Sugar...that's very sad. I'm sorry you felt so alone." She set down her cheesecake, scooting forward in her chair. "Well, in that case, this is going to be the best Christmas you've ever had. I promise. Do you maybe have any Christmas stuff from your other houses? Or should we completely start over?"

"I don't really have anything from the other homes, Bryn. And I like the idea of a fresh start." He put down his cheesecake as well. "How about you, Bryn? What would you like to do for Christmas? Is there anything special you'd like to do, or you want?"

"Well, I want to have Christmas here. But part of me also wishes we could go visit my parents for a while. We could play in the snow, visit some of the festivals, and go on a sleigh ride." She shrugged. "It's just silly idea. My parents would probably be fighting the whole time anyway. Besides, I want to be next to Dr. Leahs if labor starts or something." She thought for a moment. "I really don't know what I'd want for a Christmas present. I think I already got everything I wanted this year."

Anton smiled and took her hand, gently rubbing his thumb over the back of it. "I don't think we could go back this year, but maybe next year? I'll bet your family would love to see him. And there's got to be something more you want for Christmas."

"Next year would be nice." She smiled, squeezing his hand in return. "The only thing I can really think of right now for Christmas is clothes. Hopefully I'll need some smaller sizes once Max is born. And I'll need something nice to go to work in. Other than that, I guess you could just surprise me. Now what about you--and you have to come up with something."

"Well, there are a lot of things I want. I'd want for Max to be born healthy. I want to wake up every night with you in my arms. But as for a Christmas present..." He frowned thoughtfully. "I'm not really sure what I want that you could buy."

She looked down at his fingers, lightly tracing over his fingernails. "Okay...I'll just get you a package of tube socks and some big boy Superman underoos. Maybe I'll even get you a nice red cape to go with them."

Anton laughed. "I'd better come up with something else then. Nathaniel would never let me live that down." He squeezed her hand. "Actually, I would like, believe it or not, a new set of 'Lord of the Rings' books. With all the promotion about the movie, I went to reread them and I couldn't find my copies."

"Okay." She grinned. "Maybe I can borrow them when you're done...I've actually never read them." Before he could give her an odd look, she said, "Yeah, I know, I must be the only person in the world who hasn't. I think I must've been too busy reading Stephen King and Dean Koontz. You know, this might be fun. I haven't been to the book store in a really long time. I've got to see what's new."

Scooting her chair forward, she picked up her fork and took another bite of cheesecake. After swallowing, she said, "Our relationship is very weird. I feel like I know you so well, and then something like this comes up and I realize there are a lot of things I don't know. I don't know if it's because I haven't asked, or you haven't offered. Maybe a little of both, for both of us."

"I think you're right, Bryn. I think it may have to do with your shared pasts. I have to remind myself that you don't necessarily remember our shared lifetimes, and even though you have the same soul, your personality and your experiences are different." He sighed. "And then I haven't been the most forthcoming."

She nodded, toying with her fork for a moment. "Which one did you like the best?"

"Which one, what?"

"Which of my personalities did you like best? And don't say mine, because I already know you're going to spend the rest of your life with me."

Anton turned to look at her, expression serious. "There really is no favorite one I have, Bryn, of your past lives. Each was different. Brinley could be shy when Annaliese would be bold and Diane a tease. It was never about loving one better than the other. It was about loving each of you the best I could."

She nodded, ducking her head slightly. She wanted to ask him which one she was, but she had a bad feeling she wouldn't want to hear the answer. Yes, he loved her, but she didn't think bold or even a tease. "Sometime I wish they could take over my body for a while. They sound like they were fun people."

"They were, but look at me, Bryn." He tilted her head upwards, stroking along her jaw line with his thumb. "You are the one that's going to be spending all of eternity with me. Not any of the others. You have Brinley's gentleness, Stephana's faithfulness, Diane's grace, Annaliese's sense of humor, Alexandra's tenderness, Maria's playfulness and Rebecca's intelligence. You have the best of each of them, all in one beautiful package." He leaned a bit closer to brush his lips against her jaw. "I'd show you exactly what you mean to me right now, Bryn. But I'm due to meet with some employees in fifteen minutes. And I would need much, much longer to show you properly. If you can wait until I come home tonight."

She shook her head, blushing slightly. "I love the way you indulge me when I'm fishing for compliments." She gave him a small smile. "I'm sorry I do that. I think you get to thank my parents for that one, too--me always wondering if I'm good enough. I keep hoping that one day I'll magically wake up and have all of the confidence I'll ever need. But it hasn't happened yet."

She started packing up the rest of her cheesecake, then dug in her purse for her keys. "I'll let you get ready for your meeting. I should probably get home to let Petunia out, anyway. Was there anything you wanted special for dinner?"

"No, Bryn. Nothing special, other than you." He wasn't certain, but he got the feeling that his comment about the meeting was driving her away. "You don't have to go right away, Bryn, if you don't want to. I don't have to get ready for another ten minutes."

She took a deep breath and put her things down. Walking around the desk, she gestured for him to move his chair back and then sat down on his lap. Leaning back against him, she pressed her forehead against his neck and whispered, "I was going to see if any stores were still open." She was quite for a second or two. "I'm scared to go home, Anton. I used to feel so safe there, and now it terrifies me to be there alone." Her voice grew heavier with emotion. "I keep having nightmares, and every time I hear a sudden noise, I worry that he's coming back to attack me again."

Anton put his arms around her, gently pushing the chair with his foot to create a side to side rocking motion. "He's not coming back Bryn. Nathaniel and I are going to hunt down this bastard, and he's not going to hurt you ever again. And if he does come back, he has to go through me to get to you."

She lifted her head a bit and kissed his neck, but didn't otherwise move. "Anton, if there were anything you could change about me, what would it be? I wish I could change it so I wasn't such a wuss."

Anton squeezed her a little tighter. "I wish that you could see yourself the way others see you, Bryn. Because you're not a wuss for not wanting to be alone after being attacked like that. That is a completely normal reaction. But you're acting like no one else would do that. No one would call you a coward for being frightened. And if they said they weren't, they would be liars."

"I know...I just..." She sniffled. "I feel like ever since we've gotten married, you've seen some of the worst of me. Times when I've been so insecure that I ran away. And when I got so angry I started throwing things. Not to mention being so jealous of your previous wives--for no good reason--that I left my own honeymoon. I didn't want to say anything about being afraid, because I felt like it would be adding just one more log to the fire. I don't want you to think I'm like this all the time, because I'm not. It's just that I love you so much, and my feelings are so strong that they're ready to burst right out all the time."

Anton continued to rock her. "Bryn, I know that things haven't been easy on you. There's a lot of things I could have done to make things easier. And I know that your pregnancy is making you more emotional. But don't be afraid, Bryn. Nothing you say or do will change how I feel about you. So don't try to hold back. Go ahead and let those emotions burst out. I know that once Max is born, you'll be back to normal."

She tucked herself closely to him, expecting a huge wave of tears to wash over her. She braced for it, shivering slightly. But after a moment or two, she couldn't help but giggle at the absurdity. "Now that I've said it, I feel better. I mean, not completely, but better than I did."

"Good." Anton smiled down at her. "See what I mean? You'll feel better if you try not to fight your emotions so much." He glanced at the clock on his desk. "I'm afraid I do need to get ready for that meeting. You want to wait here and we go home together? Or would you like to call ahead and have one of the werewolves waiting for you at home?"

"Um...I think I'll be okay. I'll just go home and get dinner started. Then wash the dishes and start some laundry. If I keep myself busy, maybe I'll start to feel even better." She got off his lap, with his help. The past month or so, if she hadn't had someone to help her stand up, she found herself falling over backwards. "I guess I'll see you later, then."

"I'll see you in a few hours." Anton stood up and followed her to the door. "Oh, and Bryn?" When she turned back to as what he wanted, he put his arms around her and kissed her deeply. His eyes were hooded and his breathing heavy when he pulled away. "Thank you for the flowers, my dear."

Somewhat flustered herself, she nodded and continued to stare at his mouth. Swallowing heavily, she murmured, "You're welcome..." as she headed towards the elevator.

After dinner and watching movie curled together on the couch, they headed up to their bedroom, Petunia bounding the way ahead of them. He noticed that Bryn was moving slowly, hands resting on her hips. "Are you okay, my dear?"

"Okay as I can be, I guess. Considering I can't see my feet, I can't reach far enough to shave my legs, I have to tilt myself backwards going up or down the stairs so I don't fall on my face, and my back is killing me. I hate to say it, but I'm really hoping Max comes early. I don't like this third trimester crap."

He made a sympathetic noise. Walking down the hall, he opened the door to their bedroom and closed it behind them when they were inside. "You're walking like you're hurting, Bryn. Is your back giving you problems?"

"Yeah."

"Why don't you get on the bed then, and I'll work on your back. Try to loosen up those muscles."

She gave him a half smile. "Thank you, sugar." Stepping out of her shoes, she laid on the bed on her side, wincing as Max shifted again and made her short of breath. "Mmmph...Um, do you want me to take my shirt off or something?"

"Yes, Bryn. And your bra as well. You can leave your pants for now if you wish. I'll be right back." Anton stepped into the bathroom while Bryn squirmed out of her clothes. When Anton returned, he was carrying a bottle of hand lotion. He sat down behind Bryn, squirting a bit of the lotion into his hands. Starting at the base of her neck, he began massaging her muscles, searching out the tight knots and trying to get them to relax.

She concentrated on her breathing, hoping it would make the muscle spasms go away sooner. His touch felt wonderful...until he reached a sore spot on her shoulder, and she winced in pain. Then he worked through the knot, smoothing it out, and she let out a soft sigh. "Just to let you know, when you get to my lower back, it's really tender."

"Okay. Let me know if it's too much." He worked out all the knots on her shoulders before moving lower. He found more sore spots between her shoulder blades, and more on her sides. "Geez, Bryn. How are you able to get out of bed? Your back is one giant knot."

"Grin and bear it, I guess." She hissed as he his a particularly sensitive spot. "No, don't let up on the pressure, it's getting better." Once the spot started smoothing out, she moaned a bit in appreciation. "Between my back and having transfusions, I thought this was the lesser of two evils. I guess I was wrong."

"Well, let me do this more often so you don't get so bad." He started to work on her waist, using less pressure. "I don't want you to be in pain, or at least I want to help ease it, if I can't eliminate it entirely." He continued to rub her waist.

"I'll 'let' you do this as much as you want, Anton. It's finally starting to feel good." She started to relax, sinking her head into her pillow. Glancing back at him, she raised an eyebrow. "Since we already have the lotion out...did you want to have anal sex, again?"

Anton grinned. "That's not why I got it out, my dear. But since you suggested it..." He moved his hands a bit lower, starting to work the kinks out in her buttocks. "Just let me know when you start feeling relaxed enough. You still have a lot of knots."

"Okay." She reached down to push down her pants and underwear, shimmying out of them before kicking them to the floor. She let him keep massaging her, relaxing even more. "To tell you the truth, this is turning me on...I'm not even sure I want you to stop." She glanced back at him again. "Which position are you going to want me in? It's your call this time."

"How about on our sides, like this, my dear?" His hands continued to knead her ass, alternating which hand was gripping. "After getting your back relaxed, I don't want to get it tight again."

"Mmm. Okay." She closed her eyes, smiling to herself. She felt a soft weight land right in front of her, and opened her eyes to see Petunia standing on her back legs, staring at Bryn face to face. The dog sniffed closely at her, whiskers tickling her face, before sticking out her long pink tongue and licking Bryn's nose. "Petunia, I think you'd do anything to get up on this bed. You pitiful thing."

"Soon there won't be enough room on the bed for her, if she keeps growing." Seeing that Bryn was relaxed now, his hands wandered back up her sides, still massaging her muscles. He pushed closer, molding his body against hers as his hands came around her front to cup her breasts and one leg slipped between hers. Anton brushed his lips against the back of her neck, relishing the taste of her skin.

"Mmmm." She snuggled back against him, reaching back to grab his hip. She realized that he still had on his slacks. "Sugar, you're overdressed." And then she didn't care, when he leaned over her and turned her head to kiss her mouth. She moaned softly, reaching up to cup the back of his neck. His body felt so warm and comfortable, she wished she could feel that heat all day and night.

"I'll take care of that in a few minutes, my dear." He gently continued to rub her breasts, pulling at her nipples. He continued to kiss and suck on her neck and mouth, eventually pulling one hand away to unbutton his shirt and unzip and lower his pants. His hand then skimmed back up her stomach to cup her breast again.

She reached behind her to stroke his cock, grinning as his hips followed her movements. She couldn't wait to feel him filling her, even though she knew it would be slightly painful at first. He was always gentle, and she loved that about him. Loved how much of a gentleman he was. She knew how rare he was, and how lucky she was to have him. "God, you're amazing, Anton."

"And you're incredible, Bryn." She was a rare treasure, and he was well aware of that fact. Beautiful, intelligent, talented, and seeming oblivious to the fact. She brought out all the tender and protective instincts in him. His hand now went down to caress her ass, fingers dipping into the crease to tease her anus. After a little gentle rubbing, he grabbed the lotion and slicked his index and middle finger. Returning to her ass, he found her opening, and lightly pressed.

She let out a soft grunt, then melted back against him, pushing out against his fingers, making his entry as smooth as possible. She could feel her sex getting wetter, anxious to feel him even though she knew she'd be denied. Just the feeling of him thrusting, filling her so completely and yet leaving her sex open and waiting, drove her crazy. It was the perfect tease, and she wanted it with every cell in her body.

He slid his finger in and out of her, slowly teasing her open first with a single finger, and then a second one. He continued kissing her neck, spreading his fingers slowly. "You're so hot and tight, my dear. Do you have any idea how hard you're making me?"

"I can feel it," she said softly, still lightly stroking his cock. She slid her hand down to cup his balls, smiling as he jumped at her touch. "You're so warm. Sometimes I wish I could just wrap you around me like a blanket." Moving her hand a little further back, she rubbed her fingers against his perineum. "A warm, delicious-smelling blanket."

"Mmmm..." He couldn't but thrust into her touch. He added lotion to a third finger and gently inserted it as well, stretching her wider. He jumped when Bryn traced over the sensitive spot just behind his balls "Are you ready for me, my dear? 'Cause I don't know how much longer I'll be able to hold back."

She squirmed and whimpered, rocking her hips against his fingers. "Yes, I want you, now." She shuddered lightly as he pulled his fingers out of her and reached for the lotion again. Moving her own hand out of the way, she watched over her shoulder as he squirted some of the lotion onto palm and started lubing his cock. She couldn't seem to stop wriggling her hips.

Anton moaned, watching her move. Grabbing her hips with one hand, he also grabbed his cock and positioned himself at her anus. Biting his lip to force himself to go slowly, he pushed into her, stopping when the head of his cock popped inside. Panting lightly, he held still, savoring her tightness. "Ready for me to go further, Bryn?"

"Mmmph...not yet." This time her wriggling was for an entirely different reason. She whimpered in discomfort, not yet adjusted to his girth. It wasn't quite pain she was feeling, even though she felt stretched incredibly tight. Making an effort to hold still and concentrate on relaxing, she grabbed onto his hand and held on tight. "Ohh...okay, okay go."

Clenching his teeth, he pushed into her slowly, until he was completely buried in her. "Oh, God," he whispered. Slowly he pulled out of her and then pushed back in. "Bryn, you're so tight," he moaned in her ear. Watching for any signs of pain from her, he began to speed up his thrusts, his hand slowly creeping around to comb through her pubic hair.

She was practically purring. Pushing her ass back against him, she rolled her hips lightly with each thrust. "Mmm...mmm...oh God, fuck me...yesss!" She pushed back even harder, trying to slam herself into him. "Uhhnn...Anton, ple-ease...roll onto your back and...take me with you..." She let out a squeal as h did exactly what she asked, bracing his feet on the bed for more leverage. She spread her legs and braced her feet as well, rocking back against him, giving his hand better access to her sex. "Oh, feels so good..."

Anton let out a drawn out groan in response. Pushing upwards, he managed to lift both their hips with each thrust. Her sex spread wide open, he slowly traced over her labia, drawing moisture upwards to slowly stroke around and over her clit. He let out a sharp cry when Bryn's hand snaked past his to caress his balls.

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