I sat up and leaned forward, so excited to finally hear about this. I was completely naked and unashamed. After the two days we had just spent ravaging every inch of each other’s bodies, it would be silly to pretend to be modest with him now.

It took him a while to start, but when he did, I hung on his every word. “Okay, so you were naked and tied up in your bedroom.”

“I remember.” I nodded at him, thinking of my itchy nose and how I had been forced to flip ass over appetite to try to scratch my nose with my leg.

“Well, I was so excited to be back with you, the woman of my dreams.” I smiled at the sweet way he referred to me. “You were pregnant and hungry, but all I wanted to do was get back upstairs to you.”

He paused, but I remained quiet, waiting for him to continue. “You didn’t have much to eat in that house,” he chastised me. I nodded, wanting him to keep going. “Finally, I found some canned ravioli to heat up.”

I frowned at this, wondering why we had any of that in our cupboards, and remembering that it was not what we ate that night. “I also found a bottle of wine, which I put in the infamous ice bucket. Don’t ask me what I was thinking. I guess it just didn’t register that you were pregnant and that pregnant women shouldn’t drink wine. My mind was evidently mush from the thrill of being with you again. It must have been meant to be because of what happened next.”

I was completely engrossed in his story, and didn’t dare interrupt with any questions. “I took the pan of hot ravioli, intending to pour it into a bowl I had out on the counter. When I turned, I didn’t realize that Buster was lying right by my feet. I tripped and didn’t want to land on him, so I tossed the ravioli in the air and jumped over the dog.”

The mental image of all of this had me smiling, especially since I knew that everyone was okay. Sam was smiling, too, as he told me about it.

“Thinking about rejoining you upstairs had certain parts of me standing at attention, so when the hot ravioli came down, some of it landed on the part of me that was sticking out the farthest.”

“Oh no!” I cried out.

“The sauce was burning hot, even after I wiped it off. I looked to the kitchen sink, thinking that I would cool off there, but that didn’t look like it would be a simple maneuver. That’s when I saw the ice bucket. So, out came the wine and in went my penis. I was groaning in pleasure at the cool relief when Court walked in. She quickly assessed the situation and hightailed it upstairs to her room.”