Chapter One Hundred Forty-six

The drive back to San Francisco went smoothly. When it wasn't needed for steering, Anton held onto Bryn's hand or stroking her arm. "So have you missed the babies, my dear? I hope your mother hasn't spoiled them entirely." He would also have to thank Bernadette for arranging this weekend alone together, something they had both sorely needed.

Drowsy and sated, Bryn nodded. "I have missed them. I hope they slept okay when we were gone. I don't like the idea of them crying or missing us too much."

"Me too, my dear." Anton gently squeezed her hand. "I wonder if we'll see if the children have grown while we've been gone. And if Lindy has killed Seth yet."

Bryn let out a soft giggle. "You never know...he might have charmed everyone while we were gone." At his pointed look, she added, "I know, I won't hold my breath. So...are you happy to be going back to work?"

"Yeah, I am. It's good to be getting back to normal." He squeezed her hand again. "But I still think I'm going to need to take it easy and get back into things slowly." He let go of her hand long enough to turn around a steep corner. "Have you thought about talking to Mulder about... everything?"

She took a deep breath, but nodded. "I'll ask him about it. But I don't want to talk to him until he's ready, too. I know he has some of his own issues to work through."

Taking Bryn's hand again, he let out a deep sigh. "Which of us don't have issues?" he wondered out loud.

"I know. And I'm probably trying to procrastinate...but I feel bad for him. He's all alone here. He doesn't have a spouse to lean on like we do. He's having to process this completely differently."

Anton nodded. "Hopefully he's able to talk with the werewolves about it, so he's not completely alone." He squeezed her hand again as he pulled up to the gate of their estate. "Sometimes I worry that they're taking on too much for our sakes. There must be some way we can thank them."

Bryn nodded. "We'll have to think of something." She sat up a little straighter as they neared the house, eager to see the kids. "I wonder if Mom made anything to eat. Despite all of that eating we did, I'm still starving."

"Really, my dear?" Anton frowned in thought for a moment. "Bryn, when was the last time you fed?"

She frowned. "Just a little while ago. From you, remember?"

"That's what I thought," Anton said. It probably wasn't enough for her still adapting system. She was needing blood, and her body was acting like it was hungry. "When we get home, we're going to sit down and get a nice long feed from the cattle."

She wrinkled her nose. "Gross. I really don't want to spend my evening sucking on a cow."

"We'll syphon off a liter or two for you, my dear, so you can have it in a glass." He gently squeezed her hand again as he pulled up to the house. "I'm sorry, my dear. I forget that you need to feed a bit more often than I do since you're so new to vampirism."

"So...it's not normal for me to be hungry?"

"No, it's normal," Anton was quick to reassure. "What's happening is that you're hungry for blood. You've had enough to keep going, but not enough to be fully sated. Because your body isn't used to interpreting the signal of being hungry as a need for blood, you're craving food instead."

She let out a sigh. "I'm not sure I want my mother to see me feed. I hope we can keep her distracted."

Anton nodded as he parked the car. "We'll come up with something, my dear." Turning off the engine, he leaned over to kiss her lips lightly. "Ready to see Kat and Max?"

She nodded. "Yes, please. Then maybe I'll get rid of these jitters."

Anton kissed her again lightly. "It'll be okay, my dear." Getting out, Anton went around to the passenger side and opened the door and offered his hand. "Shall we? I'll get the luggage in a few minutes."

She nodded. Reaching out to take his hand, She grabbed her purse and got out of the car. She fell in step beside him, squeezing his hand as he opened the door. "We're home," she called out.

Almost immediately, Max came hurrying around the corner and squealed. "Mama! Dada!"

Anton knelt down as Max toddled to him. "That's my boy," he said as he scooped up his son. Holding him so Bryn could easily reach him, Anton tweaked his nose. "Were you good for Grandma?"

Max nodded enthusiastically, continuing to talk even though his words barely made sense. Smiling at him, Bryn noticed her mother coming over to join them, Kat in her arms. "Did you have a good trip?" she asked.

"Yes we did." Anton passed Max to Bryn and took Kat from Bernadette. "And I have to thank you for arranging that little trip. It was just what Bryn and I needed."

"Well, it was my pleasure. I could tell that you were a bit stressed out by recent events. And luckily, I got to spend time with these two cuties."

"And we really appreciate it, Bernadette." Mentally he cast about for a way to give her a little time alone so Bryn could feed. "And I'm certain that they've worn you out. I know they do me and Bryn. And you can't have adapted to a night schedule so easily. Do you need to take a nap for the rest of the evening?"

"Oh, in a little bit. I should make myself some warm milk first. This schedule is definitely demanding. I don't know how you do it."

"Mom, why don't you go get ready for bed and I'll start the milk. I'll bring it to you when it's ready."

"Please Bernadette," Anton said with a winning smile. "We can't impose on you now that we're home. You are our guest as well as family."

Although she looked a bit suspicious, Bernadette said, "All right," and headed towards the portable sofa in the library.

Once she was out of ear shot, Bryn let out a sigh and headed for the kitchen. "That was easier than I expected."

"Yes it was," Anton said as he put Max down in his high chair. Hoping it wouldn't be a repeat performance of the last time, Anton put some cereal on the tray to keep the boy entertained. "Why don't you heat up the milk, my dear, and I'll start warming the blood."

She cast him a sly glance. "Whose blood? If I recall correctly, you already warmed up my blood several times."

"We'll save that particular warming for when the babies are asleep." He opened the freezer. "Ah good. Nathaniel and Lindy didn't raid the fridge while we were gone," he said as he pulled out a unit of cold blood.

"Is that going to be enough for both of us? And what about the kids? I doubt my mother has been letting them feed from her."

"Good point, my dear." Anton pulled out another two units. Placing all three in the microwave, he started punching buttons. "How is the milk coming along, Bryn?"

She let out a soft laugh. "I haven't even started it yet. Too busy playing." She ruffled Max's hair again, making him squeal. Finally grabbing a pan out of the cupboard, she stood up and placed it on a burner. Starting the heat, she said, "Would you please get the milk, sugar?"

"Sure thing, Bryn." Anton moved to the refrigerator again and opened it. He pulled out a plastic gallon jug and set it on the counter. "Looks like either your mother or Jess did a little shopping."

"Oh, good. I'll have to thank her. Did she get any ice cream?" she joked.

He peeked into the freezer. "It must have been Jess. There are four different types of chocolate ice cream in here."

Bryn grinned. "I love her." Grabbing the milk, she poured some in the pan before putting the jug back. Then she grabbed up Max once more and bounced him on her hip. "I sure missed you and your sister, Sweet Pea. You make me so happy!"

Max blew a raspberry, a happy sound. Anton smiled as he checked on how much time was left on the microwave. "I'd say that they missed us too."

"Trade ya?" Bryn asked, looking to Kat. She wanted to hold both of her babies.

Anton looked down at Kat who looked up at him. He was very tempted to say no looking into her sweet face, but instead he handed her over. "The blood will be ready in a few minutes," he said, smiling at the sight of his wife holding his children. "How's the milk coming?"

"Hmm?" She was staring at the kids' sweet faces as well. Glancing back at the pan, she said, "It's just warming up. What do you say we finish up in here, grab some of that ice cream, and take these little boogers up to bed with us?"

"Sounds like a plan, my dear." Anton checked the blood, which was now body temperature. "Do you want a glass to drink this from, or would you prefer it straight from the bag?"

"At the risk of sounding snobby...a glass, please."

Anton grinned. Bypassing the glass tumbler, he selected a cut goblet. "Whenever you're ready, my dear."

Setting down Max for the moment, Bryn grabbed a mug and carefully poured in the steaming milk. "Let me take this in to Mom, and then I'll dish up some ice cream. If you can take the kids, I'll meet you up there?"

"Sounds like a deal, my dear." The only problem was that he wouldn't be able to move them all in one trip. Anton picked up Max and the goblet. "I'll be back for Kat in a moment." He just hoped neither of the children would get into trouble while they were alone.

"I'll wait here, then." Still holding Kat, she kissed the little girl's head. Finally, deciding that it wouldn't take long to drop off her mother's milk, she walked in to the library to say goodnight.

Anton carried the squirming boy up the stairs, making race car noises all the way to the master bedroom. "Wait right here," he said as he placed Max on the middle of the king sized bed. The goblet was put safely out of reach on the dresser. and then he dashed downstairs to pick up Kat.

Quietly entering the darkened library, Bryn left the door open to let the light in. Kat let out a soft squeal, the sound almost deafening in the silence. Bernadette jolted awake, looking at Bryn with surprise.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to wake you. Do you still want your milk?"

"Seems a little pointless, but if I say no, I'll probably spend the rest of the night wide awake. Thank you, Sabryn.

Anton frowned at the noise Kat made. "Hey there, little one," he said lifting her up. "Let's get you upstairs with your brother. And if you're good, I'll give you and Max some of this," he said, showing her the bag of blood.

"No, no, no..." Anton said as Kat reached for the bag. "Want to ride a horsey upstairs?" He bounced her as he made a galloping noise as he headed upstairs again to wait for Bryn.

Giggling at his babble, Bryn got a bowl ready for ice cream. Since there were four flavors, she thought she would be extravagant and give them a scoop of each. As soon as she was done, she washed her hands and then headed upstairs to see her favorite people.

Upstairs, Anton had laid down on the bed. Max and Kat were more than happy to climb over him, using him as a living jungle gym.

Bryn smiled fondly. "Aww. You guys are so sweet. Now I wonder how I ever had a good time this weekend without my sweeties."

"It's a mystery, my dear," Anton said as Max grabbed a handful of his hair to help him stand upright. "So which flavor of chocolate did you bring?"

"All of them," she said, grinning. "And two spoons."

Anton grinned, and then frowned. "But if there are only two spoons, what will we do if they," he gestured at the kids, "don't want to share?"

Settling on to the bed, she handed him the bowl and then promptly stuck her finger in it. "I guess we'll have to use our hands." With that, she added a brown dot to the end of his nose.

Anton crossed his eyes, trying to bring the tip of his nose into focus. "I guess we will, my dear." It was tempting to grab a handful and drop it down her neck, but their play time would be limited with the children present. And even if they did, afterwards they would have to change the sheets. So Anton decided to content himself with painting a chocolate mustache beneath her nose. However, he made a mental note to smuggle up a carton the next time she took a shower.

She stuck her tongue out at him, her thoughts taking a similar path. Trying to clean off the mess with her tongue, she smiled when Max pointed at her face. "Daddy's silly, huh?"

Max made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a Ôyeah' and Kat giggled. Anton laughed. It was amazing to him that here he was, a vampire over 1000 years old, and he had been blessed not once, not twice, but three times with a beautiful vampire mate and two miracle children.

And speaking of vampire mate... "Bryn, which do you want first. The blood or the ice cream?"

Bryn wrinkled her nose. "Such an enticing combination. But since it's warm, I guess I'll take the blood. Might have to wash my mouth out afterwards..."

Swinging his legs around, Anton stood and went over to the dresser. With a skill born of practice, he slit open the bag and poured part of its contents into the crystal goblet. Carrying it in his two hands to her, Anton offered her the goblet. "Drink up, my dear."

She did so giddily, holding the goblet with both hands as she took long swallows. Her fangs descended, clinking against the glass. It was still somewhat disconcerting to her to think about drinking a stranger's blood, so she tried her hardest to keep her mind focused elsewhere. Crawling over her lap, Max let out a soft whine as he reached for the glass.

"Sorry Max," Anton said, reaching for his son's arms. Seeing his face screwing up in frustration, Anton offered his finger to Max. "They're probably almost as hungry as you were," he said as his son bit down.

Swallowing the few last drops from the glass, Bryn nodded. "Although I'm sure Jess would have fed them if she thought they needed it. She usually figures out they're hungry long before I do...with her connection and all."

"True," Anton said. "I wonder if it's going to fade with time," he said. "Otherwise, I have a lot of pity for her when the kids hit puberty."

Bryn smiled. Setting down her glass on the night stand, she pulled Kat in to her lap and kissed the girl's feather-soft hair. "I feel sorry for *us* when they hit puberty. We think they're a handful now. Just imagine then. And when they get old enough to date...and drive. Your hair might just turn gray. Lucky for you, it won't stay that way for long."

Anton let out a heavy sigh, looking down at his son. "I wish they could stay this way forever, my dear. I've already missed so much of their lives, and I don't want to miss anything more."

Settling on to her side, Bryn patted the spot next to her and waited for him to join her. "You haven't missed anything, Anton. And you won't. Even when you're at work, I can record the things they do. You're with them more than most fathers are."

Anton snuggled up next to her. "I wasn't referring to work, my dear." He didn't elaborate, not really wanting to dredge up his time in Lilith's dungeon.

"I know. I was talking about the present and the past." She bent her legs, enclosing both of the babies between them. "We can't go around worrying about every second we might miss with them. Just think of how long they'll be with us. With any luck, they'll grow up to be immortals just like us. And if not, we can always Transform them."

"True, my dear. Very true." He snuggled closer to the three of them reaching out to put an arm around Bryn. "I wonder how old they will grow before stopping. Or if we will have to Transform them."

She shrugged. "We don't even know if Kat has the sun immunity like Max."

"Yeah, we'll need to test her soon." Anton reached over and stroked his fingers through her fine hair. "I'm still having a hard time believing that Max is able to unharmed." His gaze grew distant, a bit wistful. "What I wouldn't give for just five minutes outside at noon..."

"I wish we both could go. Just think...you could take surfing lessons and I could be your tan beach bunny. We could take the kids to the zoo. Hell, we could even go bird-watching if we wanted to."

"We could have lunch outside on the patio, watch the water sparkle on pond. Ride the horses out to watch the sunrise..." Anton let out a heavy sigh. It was all a dream anyway. "I think I'm trying to depress myself, my dear."

"Why are you so gloomy all of the sudden? We had a great time this weekend. You were feeling fine earlier. Now you're all moody. I didn't think my mother bothered you that much."

Anton did laugh at that. "I'm sorry, my dear. It seems that everything has hit me at once." He leaned over and nuzzled her shoulder. "Let's change the subject before I get much more depressed. And at the risk of doing that, how long does your mother want to stay?"

Bryn frowned. "Damn. I forgot to ask again." Groaning, she settled her head on to the pillow and yawned. "I think I'm going to sleep in tomorrow. And then when I finally do wake up, I'm going to make pancakes with chocolate sprinkles in them and a ton of whipped cream on top."

"Mmmmm... and I'm already having a sugar rush just thinking about them." He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "And what fun thing shall we do tomorrow? I'll bet our Moonshine and Whiskey could use a good ride."

She looked at him in surprise. "Don't you have to work tomorrow?"

"Yes, but I could always extend this vacation by one day." He kissed along her jaw. "Though I have a feeling that both Seth and Lindy would kill me."

"You better not, then. After Lindy kills Seth, there won't be anyone left but her." She smiled at him. "I'll probably corner my mother tomorrow and find out how long she's staying."

"That would be nice to know." He lowered his head, resting it on her shoulder. "She's welcome to stay as long as she wants, my dear. But hopefully that won't be too long," he smirked.

She laughed. "Especially if it makes you mope." Growing drowsy, she pressed her nose to his hair and breathed in deeply. "I had a great time this weekend. Thank you for everything you did...and especially for the hotel. I can't wait to go back."

"Thank your mother. She gave me the chance to tell you." Anton snuggled next to her. "And I'm glad that you like my surprise.

"It was wonderful. It's too bad we can't kick out all of the guests and turn it in to a house instead. Then we'd never have to leave." Seeing that Kat was starting to fall asleep, Bryn pulled her closer. She settled on to her back, placing the baby on her chest and rubbing her back. "It seems weird that Max and Kat have never even been there."

"We'll have to fix that, my dear." He reached over Bryn to lightly press a hand on Bryn's as she stroked Kat. "They will have to see where it all started. Plus I think they would enjoy playing on the beach and the boardwalk."

"Yeah, I think they would." She closed her eyes for a bit, thinking about that moment in the tub when she'd told him about her abduction. He'd been so kind and understanding. She couldn't imagine why she hadn't told him sooner. "I was thinking of inviting Mr. Mulder to dinner."

"That would be nice, my dear," Anton said, not quite sure where she was going with this. His hand lifted again, this time starting to stroke a long lock of hair. "Would that be for pleasure, to catch up with him and see how his Transformation is going? Or did you want to talk about your abduction?"

"I don't know. I guess we could see what came up." She opened her eyes to look at him. "I don't know that I feel that comfortable discussing anything deep with my mother here...but it would be interesting to see what she thought of him. She doesn't believe in most of the stuff he's seen. And I would like to know how he's doing."

Anton nodded. It would be interesting to see what Bernadette made of Mulder, and vice versa. "Okay. Maybe we should ask if he has tomorrow free? If he and Seth don't have some video game death match going on."

Bryn giggled. "What a couple of nerds. It's funny how well they get along. You'd think they've been roommates for years."

"Yeah. I wonder why. It's not a friendship that I would have seen happening." He brushed his lips against her shoulder. "But then who would have thought a vampire and an abductee would have fallen madly in love with each other?"

"I would have thought it." She leaned over to kiss his mouth. "Think we should put these two to bed?"

"I think that would be a good idea." Reluctantly he sat up and scooped Kat off of Bryn's chest. "It's amazing how much she's grown in such a short time, my dear."

'I have a feeling we're going to blink and they're going to be asking for the car keys." Gently standing, he started to sway back and forth as he walked Kat to her room. "Please don't be in too big of a hurry to grow up, little kitten," he whispered with a kiss to her forehead.

Scooting to the edge of the bed, Bryn followed a similar path before pausing in the hallway. "You wanna say good night here, or once they're settled?"

"Better say it here and not risk waking them." Standing close to Bryn, he leaned down to kiss his son's forehead. "Good night, Max. I've missed you this weekend. But sleep well tonight."

Bryn leaned closer to Kat as well. "Good night, little Kitten. Sweet dreams." She pressed her lips to the baby's head, holding her breath when Katerina stirred in her sleep. Finally assured that she wouldn't wake up, Bryn headed for Max's room, saying from the doorway, "See you in a minute, sugar."

"In a minute, my dear." He walked into Kat's bedroom, still rocking the baby back and forth. He managed to place her in her crib and turn on the baby monitor without disturbing her. "Sleep well, my little Kat." Backing up quietly, he silently moved into the hall.

Bryn had also laid Max down and was just shutting off the light when she saw. She smiled widely at Anton, closing the door most of the way behind her. "Alone again...what will we do with ourselves? Or each other?"

He returned the smile with one equally bright. "I think we'll figure something out, my dear." He offered her his hand. "Come, let us go to bed."

"Let's." Lacing her fingers together with his, she leaned against his side as they walked back to their bedroom. "What are you in the mood for, sugar?"

"Oh, I don't know, my dear." Anton let go of her hand to wrap an arm around her waist. "Why don't you surprise me?" he asked as he leaned down to kiss her temple.

She gave him a little smile. "I wonder how much lotion we have left."

Anton returned the smile. "I'm certain we can scare some up." Wrapping his arm around her waist, he guided her to back to the bedroom.

"Good...because I think that was one thing that was missing this weekend. Don't you?"

"I think you may be right, my dear." He continued to lead her to the bedroom, slipping around so he was walking backwards. "And is there anything else that we might have inadvertently missed?"

She tried to think. They'd used food, restraints, blindfolding, and all-out attacking each other... "I think we might have missed spankings."

"We'll save that for later," he said with wide grin. The back of Anton's legs touched the bed and he wrapped his arms around her waist. Tilting backward, he fell onto the mattress, bouncing lightly.

She giggled when she bounced on top of him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Wiggling to get even closer, she kissed his mouth briefly. "I never thought I'd hear you turn down a spanking."

He pulled her head close for another kiss. "Well, if you're disappointed..."

She tilted her head. "I don't know about disappointed. I'll still get a chance to squeeze your perfect ass and play with it all I want. And you'll definitely get to have your fun with mine." She grinned at him.

"True, my dear. Very true." He rolled over, pinning her beneath his body. "And I'll get to play with other parts of you as well. Such as your neck." And to prove his words, he began nipping and licking along her throat.

She let out a ticklish squeal. "You're lucky I'm not tickling you in return." Instead, her hands made a leisurely trail down his sides, sliding over his ass before squeezing firmly. "Mmm. Nice."

"I'm glad that you approve." Anton's hands slid down her sides. His fingers reached the edge of her white camisole and started to work it upwards. "Is there anywhere else you would care to examine and put your stamp of approval on?"

"I'm sure I could think of a few more places." Her hands followed a similar path as his, tugging his shirt out of his pants and skimming over his warm back. "Got any recommendations for me?"

"Well," Anton said after a moment's worth of deliberation. He pulled off his shirt, and pointed to the general area of his navel. "You could start with here."

She grinned again. "Okay." Rubbing her hand over his belly, she tried not to giggle as he flinched. "Ooh, you're right, this is very nice and firm. A little fluttery, though."

He realized belatedly that he had pointed out a rather ticklish spot. Stretching over, he grabbed the bottle of lotion off the table beside the bed. "How about a little south of there? I'm sure you'll find it firmer."

Skimming her hand down, she began unfastening his pants. "So I see." Pushing his pants and boxers down his hips, she grinned. Then she wrapped her hand around him. "Very firm."

"Mmmmm." Anton's hips slowly rose, arching into her grip. He tilted the bottle of lotion towards her. "Would you care to do the honors?"

She held her hand open waiting for him to pour some in to her hand. "Of course...but I'm a bit overdressed."

"Just planning ahead, my dear." He looked her up and down, gaze turning sultry. "So why don't you take care of that for me?"

She arched an eyebrow. "No, lazy butt. I'm not doing all of the work."

Anton arched an eyebrow as well. "In that case..." He pounced on Bryn, fingers tickling her stomach before they worked on the fly of her cut off jeans. "And is there other work I need to do to reform my lazy butt?"

She shrieked loudly, squirming under his fingers until he moved his hands to her fly. She was breathless, her hands up defensively. "I am *so* going to get you back for that. When you least expect it."

There was a bright twinkle in his eyes. "My dear, I was counting on that!" Although he had a feeling he was going to regret it when it was his turn to be spanked next.

Narrowing her gaze, she grabbed the lotion and started lubing his cock. She pulled at him a bit harder than usual, though not enough to be painful. Lifting her hips so he could pull off her shorts, she quickly flipped over and pushed her ass in to the air.

He had let out a sharp gasp, not quite expecting her roughness. Maybe he was going to regret it sooner than he he realized, he thought as he spread some of the lotion over his fingers. Then he rose to his knees behind her, probing her puckered opening with a delicate, but firm touch.

Bryn let out a gasp of her own, backing in to his touch as she pressed her cheek to the pillow. Her feet were rubbing against his thighs, her toes lightly tickling him.

Anton let out a gasp and moved his legs slightly. "Uh uh uh, my dear." A second finger joined the first, carefully working to spread her wide open. And although the lotion on his cock was chilly, his erection never flagged. And once he felt she had been stretched enough, he reared up behind her, grabbing her hips and pushing forward and into her.

Bryn bit her lip to stifle a loud moan, shoving back against his hips and settling her ankles over his calves. Stretching her back, she rocked her pelvis to take him in as deeply as she could handle. He still felt incredibly huge in this position and made her breathless.

Anton's hands at her hips squeezed hard. But not as hard as he felt her squeeze his cock. She was incredibly hot and tight, and he wasn't certain for a moment if he would be able to move. But he took a breath and began a slow rocking motion with his hips.

She let out a soft squeak, digging her fingernails in to the pillow below her head. Her thighs were shaking as she tried to adjust to his movements, just shy of experiencing actual pain. Pressing her face to the pillow, she let out a loud moan.

He frowned and paused, not quite certain what to make of her reaction. He bent low over her back to whisper in her ear. "Too painful, my dear?"

"No...don't stop. It's just been a long time. And I'm trying not to wake the kids...and my mother."

He winced slightly when she mentioned her mother. Trying to put the image of Bernadette opening the door to find out what all the noise was about and catching an eyeful, Anton resumed his thrusts. "Like this, my dear?" he panted out.

Bryn let out another moan, nodding as she buried her face in the pillow. "Mm hmm."

"Good," He closed his eyes and let the sensations of her body wash over him. Fangs extending, he pressed a kiss to her shoulder just where it tapered into her neck. His hips kept up a steady rhythm, one meant to last a long time.

It was definitely a good thing vampires didn't need to breathe, because she definitely wasn't getting enough air. But she was loving it. Biting her lip, she reached back with both hands to grab his thighs and tug him closer still.

His breath was gusting heavily through his nose. And he jumped at the unexpected feel of her nails in his thighs. Letting out a moan of his own, he freed one hand from her hip to slide between her legs.

She gave a jump of her own, moving her legs apart despite not wanting this to end any time soon. Pulling with her hips, she squeezed him tightly and awkwardly met his gaze over her shoulder. "God, you feel so good."

Anton kissed the back of her neck, letting his hand just rest between her legs. His hips were slowly moving against hers. "You feel wonderful, Bryn" he whispered. "We need to do this more often," he gasped.

She laughed, somewhat breathlessly, before groaning with pleasure. His fingers were still on her sensitive flesh, just teasing her with the pressure. Spreading her legs a bit wider apart, she tilted her hips forward to push herself harder against his hand. "Maybe you should just quit work and we can do this all the time."

"Don't tempt me, my dear." Anton continued to thrust into her as his fingers just barely brushed against her clit. He didn't actively move his hand, but let his hips do all the work. "Is there something more you would like me to do?"

She arched an eyebrow. "Such as? I suppose you could grab a handful of my hair and try your best to make me scream."

"I could," Anton said, arching a brow in return. "Or I could do this." His fingers deliberately brushed over her clit. "It's your choice."

She jumped again, yelping. "I guess...you could," she panted. "If you want me to do this." She reached between her legs, cupping his balls, and teasingly ran her fingers over his perineum.

Anton let out a loud gasp as he felt her finger press against him. "I think we have something mutually beneficial, my dear." His finger moved harder over her clit as his hips picked up a faster rhythm.

She was back to biting the pillow, her moans barely muffled by the stuffing. It wouldn't take much coaxing for him to finish her off. So she did all she could to bring him to the same level of excitement, rubbing and stroking him, squeezing his balls and gently tugging at them.

Anton groa