by Avarice Rose
“We'd love to see your skills, Mr. Kirby,” I said.
“I'd be happy to show you sometime, ma'am,” he responded with a smile.
“Maya, you look positively radiant,” I said while kissing her cheek. “I can't wait for you to hear the big news.”
“News?” she asked with a smile. “What could be better than your good health?”
“Something spectacular,” I said.
Her eyes lit up with excitement. I could tell it was going to be a wonderful evening. In the main ballroom, the entire floor gathered near the doors and applauded our entrance. A few photographers were in the room, walking around and taking photos of all the celebrities. Our producer friend, Ray, was in attendance as well as a few directors that we had worked with. We walked to the stage, shaking hands along the way, and stood proud in front of most of Hollywood's most affluent people.
“Along with this being a welcome party, it is also a celebration,” announced Zack into the microphone. “We have some wonderful news to share with the community.”
The room fell silent, waiting for the great news. I watched their faces anticipate our next choice of words which made my gut bubble with excitement. When Zack handed me the mic, I wasn't nervous at all. It was the strangest feeling in the world because public speaking had always made me particularly nervous, but I felt braver than ever.
“Not only are we proud to announce my good health,” I said. “We are also incredibly excited to tell you that we will be expecting our own little life in nine months.”
A round of gasps filled the audience and a roar of cheers followed, Maya up front covering her mouth in shock and joy. The unexpected surprise gave me a wave of hope that our future would not be uncertain any longer. News of my change had already circulated and no one seemed to bat an eye at it. When we walked off the stage, Ray met us and announced that the community was glad to be rid of that wretched Rita who had been wreaking havoc for far too long.
“I hear they even want to put your name on the sidewalk,” he said while raising his eyebrows. “And congratulations, my dear. We're sure you'll have the most beautiful babies.”
I smiled and hugged Ray, feeling overwhelmed by the support we were receiving. The crowd surrounded us with their glasses of champagne, Maya raising her glass to give a toast.
“To the good health of our dear friend, Sky, and to the beautiful bundle of joy that they are expecting. Cheers!” she announced.
The entire room cheered to us and then drank, my own glass containing bubbly water. It brought me pleasure to be surrounded by good friends and lively music that entertained us for the entire night. I was relieved that each smile was genuine and every hug gave me the greatest excitement for our future. The night seemed to go on forever.
As the party dwindled down to the last few close friends, Zack and I said our goodbyes and gave hugs before heading back to the limo. He hugged me close on the way home and rubbed my stomach, his hand smoothing over the silk fabric of my gown.
“I can't wait,” he whispered.
“Neither can I,” I said.
The desire to ravish him returned like it had when I had first changed, likely a result of the amazing night we were leaving behind. We couldn't get home soon enough. I gave him a long kiss and pushed his hand down further, lifting the hem of my gown while encouraging him to touch me. We giggled with delight while fondling each other, every stroke and grin even more delicious than wine. His fingers danced over my rose bud and slipped inside, gently exploring my feminine portal as I gripped the shaft of his hard tool.
As much as I wanted him deep inside me, I didn't want to stop touching him. Every bit of me wanted him to cum hard in celebration of our victory. The way his fingers stroked my secret entrance made me squeak and wiggle, our lips never parting for more than a few seconds. He pressed inside and used his thumb to stimulate my engorged bud that was begging for relief in the spacious rear of the limo.
A chorus of moans filled the air, our pleasure vibrating on the same wavelength as I continued to stroke his delectable member. Each stroke brought us closer to peaking. Every kiss spoke of the promise of fulfillment. I was beside myself with the pleasure of the moment and honed in on the sensation of him sliding in between my beautiful petals. It wasn't long before I was bucking hard against his hand, his fingers moving faster to elicit my climax. I shivered and bayed softly into his neck, gripping his member hard as he humped. A few strokes later produced his own orgasm and he came on the edge of my dress, chuckling between pants as he realized what he had done. He wiped at it with a tissue.
We both collapsed against the cushions and smiled at each other, exchanging words without speaking in our satisfied silence. My life felt so much more beautiful in this moment. I was going to bear the child of my wonderful husband and we would go on making movies that impacted the world. Rita was gone. She left a hole in her wake that we were going to fill, one movie at a time. It dawned on me that this was my happily ever after, that I would be able to live without anymore danger now that our enemy was defeated.
This is my beautiful life. I couldn't be happier.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Avarice Rose is a best-selling novelist who lives in snowy Alaska with her fur baby, Tyrion the Samoyed. She has been writing since she could first hold a pen, and her heart truly belongs to romance.
For Ava, there is nothing better than curling up in front of the fire in the middle of winter (which only lasts about 12 months a year up there) with parchment and quill, writing her next steamy romance novel. Okay, maybe not quite parchment and quill, but you get the idea.
Elves, barbarians, sorcerers, and stable boys - Ava loves them all equally, and you will certainly fall in love with them too through her award-winning stories.
Visit her website at www.avaricerose.com to learn about her other books and new releases.
