Baby Come Back by Andrea Smith

early November.  At least we know for certain that two out of three will be biologically connected to your parents.”
                  I turned away and scooted over, pulling the covers up under my chin.  I’m not sure where that had come from but it felt way better letting it out than continuing to keep it inside gnawing away at me.
                  “Gina - what in God's name?”  Tristan was off the bed and circling around to my side.  “Do you want to tell me what that was about?”
                  “I’m just verbalizing what was probably going through your head, that’s all.”
                  “Don’t you fucking put words into my mouth Gina, or presume to know my thoughts, because you obviously do not!”
                  (Eek - he is pissed!)
                  “Fair enough, Tristan.  Then maybe they are my thoughts, okay?  Don’t you think I might be a bit insecure with all these Sinclair babies on the way and worried that mine is not?  I mean for Chrissake, Ian has ruined this pregnancy for me!”
                  He immediately sat down on the bed and pulled me into his arms.
                  “Gina - did you hear nothing that I said to you several weeks back?  I said that I love you and that means unconditionally, sweet baby.  I don’t care whose DNA this baby carries; he is yours and he is mine.  Do you understand that?”
                  I nodded.  I was kind of choked up with emotion at what he said and it didn’t sit well with me.  I wasn’t like Tylar; I didn’t do well with tears.  They were a sign of weakness.
                  “Tristan?”
                  “Yes?”
                  “Get your ass into bed.  I want to thoroughly fuck you.”
                  A slow smile spread across his handsome face.  He climbed into bed. I shed the tee shirt of his I was wearing and my panties followed.  I pushed him back against the pillows and straddled him.
                  My lips traced a path down his muscular chest and flat belly.  I loved the feel of him underneath me.  I grew wet for him already.  He was well-muscled and firm.  I noticed his long, thick shaft was hard for me.  I had totally freaked when I had first seen him.  I had only been with one other man before Ian; that was someone I didn’t want to think about - ever. 
                  I moved down the length of Tristan’s body.  I wanted to feel his manhood in my mouth.  I loved sucking him dry every chance that I got.  I loved that my tongue could drive him to a heated frenzy.  His hands would fist in my fair as he moaned and writhed underneath me.  Sometimes he would have his way and lift me up, lowering my sex down onto him.  Tristan preferred finishing inside of me. 
                  My tongue swirled around the tip of his shaft; my hands were busy flexing and softly jacking him.  He moaned with pleasure.
                  “Come on, sweet baby.  I need to be inside of you.”  He lifted my hips up off of him and lowered me onto his very erect manhood. 
                  “Mmmm, that’s my sweet Gina,” he whispered watching me.  “That’s my sweet lover,” he said.  I rode his penis up and down, back and forth; our eyes locked as we watched one another.  Tristan and I always kept our eyes opened when we made love.  We loved watching each other from the beginning to the climatic end.  His eyes got even greener right after he climaxed. 
                  I was moaning now with the pleasure that his manhood was giving me deep, deep inside.  He was rolling his hips; his hands were massaging my breasts roughly and his eyes were boring into mine with lust and passion.  We were there on the edge.  He pinched my nipples bringing me pleasure and pain; my climax exploded and he was