Making an Equestrian Family

“Hello, William.” Rarity was in the display area when William entered the Boutique. “I have the coat practically finished. Would you like to do the final fitting?”

“Sure. I'm kind of excited to see what you've come up with,” he replied.

“Come to the back. I am sure you will love it.”

He stood in front of the triple mirrors again and let her put the coat on him. After buttoning and strapping everything, he turned and posed many times so she could check the lay and fit.

“This is really nice. The wool is so soft, and the lining is shimmery and smooth.” He unbuttoned the coat and looked at an elastic piece going around the inside at waist level, with buttons at the front. “Is this a snow skirt?”

“You know what it is?” she looked a little disappointed. “Humph. I thought I'd invented something. Ponies don't use that kind of thing.”

“It's perfect. Thank you, Rarity,” William said.

She hummed quietly and marked a couple of minor alterations with chalk.

“So, have you thought of a romantic way to propose to Blue Belle?”

“I think so. Our anniversary is a week before Hearth's Warming, but we're traveling that day to Hoofington. I really want to meet her mom before I propose, so asking on our anniversary is out. Maybe on Hearth's Warming day, with her family there. But I don't want her to feel pressured by the situation. What do you think? Would you feel uncomfortable in that position?”

She thought for a minute. “I wouldn't say uncomfortable, exactly, but it is a big decision. Will she not feel relaxed and safe with them around? It's not like you will be asking her in front of hundreds of strangers at a Wonderbolts performance. I think the setting will be fine. But what about your ring custom? Have you any thoughts on that?”

“Oh, yeah!” He brightened. “Belle doesn't usually wear earrings or jewelry, but I was thinking about getting a ring to braid in her mane. Maybe a gold band, with a stone that complements her mane color.”

“That does sound rather nice. As for colors, I think the gold will complement her purple quite nicely. And diamonds always look beautiful.” She picked up a business card and wrote her name on the back, then passed it to him. “This is my jeweler friend, Carving Gem. Give him this card and tell him what you're planning. Now, let me have the coat. I'll have it ready for you tomorrow afternoon.”

William took it off and let her take it in her magic. “Rarity, I really appreciate your advice. You've been a great help.”

“Pish posh. Seeing happy couples and helping friends is a pleasure. Go see the jeweler.”

“OK. I'll be back tomorrow afternoon. Thanks again, Rarity.”

William made the short walk to the jeweler's store. He opened the door and saw a moderate sized shop with display counters on three sides. Various brooches, necklaces, horn rings, and other types of pony adornments were displayed both in the cases and on wall mounts. There was an astounding variety of gemstones as well as metals used for the settings. A middle aged unicorn greeted him. Carving Gem had a light green coat and sandy blond mane, with a large dark green cracked rhombus gemstone for a cutie mark. He wore a jeweler's loupe on a silver chain around his neck.

“Well hello, sir. I am Carving Gem. What can I do for you?” he asked.

William handed him the card. “My name is William Bevon. Miss Rarity sent me here; she said you could help with a ring.”

“You've come to the right place, young stallion...err,” he tapered off.

“Man,” William supplied. “Mr. Gem, I've fallen in love with a mare, and want to ask her to marry me. On Earth, my original home, the man offers a ring. But Blue Belle is an earth pony, so that's not how it's done here. I'm trying to blend the two customs, and I was thinking of a ring which could be braided into her mane.”

Carving Gem smiled and said, “That sounds wonderful! Call me Carving. Blending customs, eh? I can help with that. Tell me about her, and we will design something.”

William described Blue Belle, and the unicorn took careful notes. Carving occasionally made remarks like, “Stars for a cutie mark, hmm?”, and “Flowers are her specialty?” and, “Hmm, yes. I see.” Eventually, he had enough for a sketch, which he presented for William's opinion.

Carving said, “It's not a ring, precisely, but it is circular, which has significance here in Equestria.”

“On Earth, it means unending love,” William said.

“The same here. Hmm. Now for the settings, I think diamonds in a small flower shape will be appropriate. It shouldn't be too big or flashy; she should to want to wear it regularly. I'll do some research to find out what kind of flower will be best. When do you need it?”

William counted days on his fingers, and replied, “Is two weeks enough? We're going to her family's house the week before the holiday, and I'm thinking of asking her then.”

Carving replied, “That's enough time. I'll need a small deposit today. Come back in a few days and I'll have a selection of flower types I think will work.”

After paying the deposit, William offered his hand and said, “Thank you very much, Carving. This is gonna be great!”

Carving looked down for a second, then took the hand in a hoof and shook it. “I hope everything works out for the two of you.”

********

Belle hummed a quiet song as she worked the soil in the greenhouse. Snow covered everything except the streets and high-use paths in Ponyville, but the air in here was kept warm and humid throughout the winter. Roseluck's flower shop was the biggest in town, and her idea about the rental space was working out better than she imagined. Space sold out within a week. Belle had to give credit to the ponies of her town-they were industrious. She was currently transferring a pot of amaranth pink hibiscus to a larger container to give them more room as they grew. It was important to let them expand, or they became choked and didn't reach their full potential. She thought back to when she found these flowers. It was the previous spring on a walk through the outskirts of the Everfree. It was the first time she had brought William on one of her trips since they started dating. Flowers weren’t his specialty, but he was interested in learning about them as well as spending time with her.

Roseluck poked her head into the room and asked, “Belle, when you're done with that, can you help with some bouquet orders? We have three to get ready this afternoon.”

“Sure, Roseluck. I'm just about done here,” she answered. Belle finished getting the flowers set up in their new homes and cleaned up her trowel and other materials. Once in the main building, she reviewed the orders Roseluck gave her and started assembling the flowers.

“So, the weekend's almost here. Do you and William have plans?” Roseluck asked.

“Nothing too big, I guess. He wants to go for a walk in the woods. That'll be fun. And we might go out Saturday night. There's a band from Manehattan playing at the Frog and Minnow. I'll try and get him to dance,” Belle responded.

“Hah. Getting stallions to dance is easy. Just keep their cider mugs full and you have to drag them off the dance floor,” Roseluck said.

Belle thought for a second before replying, “Yeah. He is quite the dancer when he's had a few ciders. But he gets kind of lost, you know? It's like his brain goes somewhere else, and he forgets where he is.”

Roseluck put down her trimming knife and looked at Belle. “Is he OK? Does he have a problem with the hard cider?”

Belle laughed and said, “No, it's nothing serious. It's just he sometimes doesn't stop when he starts. I'm probably just exaggerating.” She pointed at her arrangement. “What do you think? I wonder who Cherilee's getting these for, anyway.”

“That looks great. I don't know who they're for. She didn't order a card with it; maybe they're just hers.” Roseluck wasn't so easily diverted, though. “Really, Belle, if you ever want to talk about it, I'm here for you. He seems nice enough, but I don't want you to get hurt.”

“Thanks, Roseluck. He is a great guy. Do you know what he said to me the other night?”

Roseluck responded, “No, what?”

“He told me he thought I would make a good mother. There are obvious challenges to that ever happening, but Roseluck, he actually thinks of me that way.”

“Really?” Roseluck let some excitement creep into her voice. “Belle, that's pretty big. I mean, I'm not sure how the foals part would work, but that means he's probably thinking long term.”

“I know. I'm pretty excited, but a little nervous, you know? This is the furthest in a relationship I've been, and I'd hate for something to mess it up.” Belle adjusted the flowers in the second arrangement.

“Belle, try not to think about messing up. He must love you the way you are, so just keep doing what you're doing now,” Roseluck said.

Belle finished the second arrangement. “Hey, why don't you come out with us Saturday night? It'll be fun.”

“Nah, I have some stuff to do at home. I'd just be a third wheel anyway,” she countered.

“'Stuff at home,' huh? Come with us. I can have William invite Noteworthy if you want,” Belle offered.

Roseluck relented,“Alright, ya got me. I'll come. Isn't Noteworthy the musician? Are you sure he's not already going with somepony?”

“He's still single as far as I know. It'll be fine. Come by the house at eight, and we'll head over together. We'll have a good time,” Belle promised.

“OK,” she said.

The front door opened, and Cherilee came in to collect her arrangement. “Good afternoon, ladies,” she said.

********

Roseluck heard guitar and singing as she approached Belle and William's house. Her knock was answered with a “Door's open, come on in” shouted from inside. She walked in to find Belle, William, and Noteworthy finishing a song. Belle made room on the couch, and Roseluck sat down after hanging her scarf on a hook by the door.

William set the guitar aside and introduced his friend. “Roseluck, this is Noteworthy. He was my roommate when I first moved to Ponyville.”

Noteworthy stood up and shook Roseluck's hoof. He was an earth pony with a light blue coat, rough-cut dark blue mane, and had musical notes for a cutie mark. “Somepony had to take him in. We can't have alien vagrants running around Ponyville. I'm pleased to meet you.”

“It's good to meet you, Noteworthy. Belle always says good things about you,” Roseluck replied. She thought his amber eyes were very warm.

“Since everypony's here, why don't we head to the pub?” Belle asked.

The walk to the Frog and Minnow went quickly. The pub was mostly full, but the group found an open table in the center of the second row. Belle scooted her stool close to William, and he put an arm around her. The band was just coming on stage.

“What's the name of the band, anyway?” Roseluck asked.

“Golden Slumber and the Paperclips. They're pretty big in Manehattan. This is the first time they've played here, though,” William supplied. “We have their debut album at home.”

A server came to their table and took their order. Hard ciders for Noteworthy and Roseluck, fresh cider for William and Bell, and a basket of hay fries and sweet potato chips for everyone. Hay fries were a bit too rough for William, but he thought the chips were great snacks. The band started up their first song, a fast blues piece called “Move Over”. William realized that if he closed his eyes, he could be listening to a band in a bar on Earth.

“I didn't realize you were so in to Equestrian music, William,” Roseluck stated.

“It's fascinating to me,” William replied. “The music here is very similar to music back on Earth. I'm still amazed that ponies can use hooves to play seemingly complicated instruments, but they do it very well. I only heard the orchestral kind of music when I was in Canterlot. It's nice, but I prefer more variety. It was Noteworthy here who introduced me to the more modern-sounding stuff.”

The server came back to the table with their orders, and Noteworthy offered a toast. “Here's to good friends and good music.” They clunked their wooden mugs and drank.

Belle continued, “William loves music. He's bought more records since he's been here than I did my whole life. If he keeps it up, we're going to have to add a room to the house. He said that they have devices on Earth that can hold thousands of songs in a box smaller than your hoof.”

“How is that even possible? The records must be very tiny,” Roseluck said.

William chuckled and said, “It's not records, exactly. I can't really explain in full detail, but the music is saved on a small disc. I'm sure pony scientists will figure out how to do it someday. Then watch out for the digital revolution.”

Noteworthy joined in. “Every time you bring this thing up, I can't help but worry about my job. What about my record store?”

“Don't worry yet.” William patted Noteworthy's shoulder. “I'm sure ponies will still want vinyl. Maybe you can diversify.” Noteworthy stared at the band for a minute, and drank his cider. The band segued into their second song, which Golden Slumber introduced as “Outskirts of Town”.

William munched on a chip and shifted direction. “Roseluck, you should see the flower Belle found yesterday in the woods. We were pretty deep; there weren't any pony paths. We came into a clearing, and these beautiful flowers were poking through the snow. Belle said she hadn't seen anything like them before. We dug up a couple and took them back to the house.”

Roseluck brightened. “Oh? I'd love to see it. What does it look like?”

Belle expounded, “It's a small bluish-white flower, and it has six thin petals. The stalk is about knee high, and it comes from a bulb. I didn't know there were any flowers that bloomed here early in winter. We didn't have anything like it in Hoofington. I'm going by the new library Monday to see if it's in the books. Come by next week and I'll show it to you.”

Noteworthy finished his cider and set the mug down with a thunk. “Roseluck, dance with me.” He took her hoof and led her to the dance floor. She tossed a grin back at Belle before joining him in the slow beat of the song.

Belle stood up and poked William in the side. “Come on, let's dance. Wiggle your hips for me.” William stuck his tongue, but followed her. They found a spot and joined in.

“You always look so good out here, Belle,” William remarked. “I've never enjoyed dancing like I do with you.”

“Aww, honey, I'm just happy that you come out with me. I know it's kinda weird for you, but it means a lot that you do it anyway.”

They finished the dance and went back to the table. The server brought another round for Roseluck and Noteworthy, and topped off the mugs of fresh cider for William and Belle.

“Belle,” Roseluck was laughing, “You never told me Noteworthy is a dancer as well as a musician.”

“He is a stallion of many talents,” she replied. “Just watch out if he offers to fix something around your house.”

Noteworthy scoffed, “That was one time. And the landlord said he'd seen worse accidents.”

The band continued to play as the night went on, and the group made small talk and enjoyed more ciders while listening to the energetic music.

Roseluck leaned up against Noteworthy and asked, “Hey, wanna dance some more?”

“I thought you'd never ask, pretty flower.”

They slid their mugs to the center of the table, and their bodies onto the dance floor. The two ponies leaned against each other for support and stepped in slow circles.

“They're getting along pretty good,” William observed.

Belle laughed and replied, “They would be a mess together. You know she's kinda uptight about a lot of things, and I swear he's a pegasus without wings.”

Finally, Golden Slumber made an announcement.

“You ponies have been a wonderful audience. Thanks for the great welcome to Ponyville. We'd like to play one more song tonight; a debut. This one's called 'Turn Over a New Leaf'. Go ahead and bring your special somepony out front one more time.”

William held a hand out to Belle and asked, “Would you do me the honor, madam?”

“It will be my pleasure, monsieur.”

When they got to the dance floor, Belle reared back on her hind legs and put her forelegs around William's chest, resting her head under his chin.

“You're getting better at this,” William complemented, and wrapped his arms around her. They danced in a slow circle to the soulful promise of the song.

“Mom always said practice makes perfect. And I like this practice.” She patted his butt and giggled.

“Eep!” he feigned surprise, and tickled her on the ribs.

“Want to try a turn?” He asked.

“OK. Don't let me fall.”

She released him, and raised up her right foreleg. He positioned a finger in the center of her raised hoof to give her a pivot point, and she turned, shifting weight from one rear hoof to the other. William steadied her with his left hand as she finished, and pulled her close again.

“Whew,” she let out the breath she was holding.

“That was great. Have you been practicing without me?”

“No, not at all.” Her coy grin said otherwise. William kissed her on the mouth. She leaned in to the kiss with her own passion, demonstrating her love by licking along his teeth. The song ended, and they parted lips.

“Thank you for the dance, handsome,” she said, and settled back to four legs.

“You make it worthwhile,” he returned.

They made their way back to the table and joined up with Noteworthy and Roseluck.

“Belle, thanks for inviting me out tonight. The band was great; much better than the other stuff I was going to do,” Roseluck said.

“You're welcome, Roseluck,” Belle replied. “It's nice to have friends along.”

“You guys want to stick around? I'm gonna stay for a little longer,” Noteworthy asked.

“Sure, I'm down for more,” William agreed. Darts, anypony?”

“Mares versus stallions, 501,” Belle challenged, and took up the first round.

The mares fought a valiant battle, but lost two out of three. After that, the group decided to call it a night.

“Thanks for coming out with us, Roseluck. I had a lot of fun,” Belle said, and hugged her good night.

Roseluck finished tying her scarf, turned to William, and shook his hand. She said, “I almost had you on that last game. You're lucky I am a bit stumbly right now. And your freaky arms get you closer to the board.”

“We'll have to have a re-match,” he offered.

William bumped Noteworthy's hoof. “Great game of darts there, bro. You should talk to Fizz about a team opening.”

“No way, man. I just play for fun. That league stuff puts too much pressure on a pony, you know?”

William laughed and said, “Yeah. I'll see you later, Noteworthy.”

Noteworthy patted Belle on the withers. “Have a good night, Blue Belle.”

“You too, Noteworthy. Don't get lost on the way home.” She booped him on the nose.

Noteworthy turned to Roseluck and asked, “Mind if I walk you home?”

“That would be nice.”

They all parted, each heading home for the night. The air was cold, and it had been snowing since sunset.

William and Belle blazed their own path through the soft snow on their way back home. Belle noticed a large undisturbed patch of whiteness at the beginning of their block. She cantered up to it, turned around, and flopped onto her back.

“William, let's make snow angels.”

Laughing, he joined her and made his own, making sure to let the wings of his angel touch the wings of Belle's. When he was done, he rolled over and noticed how the snow catching in her mane reflected the the glow from the streetlight.

“Twinkling stars for my angel.” He reached out and brushed several stars through the purple nebula.

She took his hand with a hoof, and kissed his palm.

“I had a good time tonight, seeing the band with you,” she said. He smiled in response, and the look in his eyes told her what he felt.

After a few more seconds, William kissed her on the nose and said, “If we stay here too long, we're gonna actually be angels.” He helped her to her hooves, and they admired the strange looking creations which would be buried by morning.

“They make quite a pair,” she remarked.

“Happiest angels I've seen.”

They finished the walk pressed together, looking forward to being in the warm house with only the company of each other.

When they arrived home, each was a bit damp; Belle a bit more so because she could not shrug off her cold, wet, garments like William could. She started drying her hooves as he stoked the fire. He finished quickly and came back to the entry, where he took the towel from her and continued.

“I think it's time for a bath. Do you want to join me?” he asked.

“That sounds nice.”

He finished drying her off enough that she wouldn't drip as they made their way to the bath. William started the water, and had Belle get in first.

“Here you go,” he put a heap of bubble bath flakes in the water. “I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere.”

She laid back with closed eyes and enjoyed the warm bubbly water rising up along her body. Minutes passed. She sat up and turned off the water, noticing how the room was now full of steam, then leaned back and closed her eyes again. The warm wetness of steamy air filled her nostrils, and was augmented by the scent of lavender and vanilla from something. She heard the door open as William returned. Suddenly the overhead light went out, its brightness replaced by the quiet glow of several scented candles. She opened her eyes and saw him setting down two trays: one with the candles, and another with tea service for two. He poured two cups before getting undressed.

“Oh, yes. Take it off slow,” Belle teased, and sipped her tea.

William obliged, slowly removing his first his sweater, and then his t-shirt. While his arms were busy taking off his top garments, he gyrated his hips to the beat of an improvised burlesque song. His upper body finally nude of clothing, he moved to the bottom. He unbuttoned the top button of his pants, but stopped and threw Belle a sultry questioning look. She giggled and nodded, and he continued his strip tease. Unfastening two more buttons, he gave a tentative pull to his britches, but found they were still too tight to come off. He gave her a sad shrug, and spun in a small circle, pausing when his bottom was facing her to give a little wiggle. As he finished his circle, his fingers were already undoing the final obstacle. The last button undone, William spread the fly open to flash what was underneath. Belle gave a little cheer and clopped her hooves together, spraying several clumps of bubbles onto William's chest. He took his pants off one leg at a time, carefully exaggerating his hip and leg movements while concealing the burgeoning growth in his underwear. As he removed the second leg and kicked his pants into the corner of the bathroom, he revealed what he had been hiding during the dance. With a proud sidestep and an arm pointed at the ceiling, William made sure that Belle could see his erection, now parallel to his arm, but still covered by his underwear. She gave a throaty groan and reached out a hoof for his final remaining article of clothing. Before she could touch him he playfully slapped her hoof away and said, “No touching the talent.”

“But I want the talent. In my mouth.”

William continued his burlesque song and began lowering his underwear, starting with the backside and pulling lower. This caused the head of his penis to take the strain, and the lowering elastic band pulled his wood straight out in front of him like the growing nose of a fairy tale puppet. He continued to pull lower, and his staff and sack were revealed. Finally, the elastic had given all it could, and his full length sprang free of the underwear and bobbed up and down several times. Belle gasped and held a hoof to her mouth, then held both legs out and curled her hooves in a “come hither” gesture. He stepped out of the drawers and into Belle's waiting legs. Her hooves moved up to his buttocks, and she kissed his thighs, finally nuzzling underneath his sack to lick him right in the spot she knew would make him moan.

“Ohhh, Belle.”

He massaged the skin under her mane and caressed her ears as she continued her movement around his manhood. She gently enveloped one of his balls with her lips, and stroked the skin with her tongue. Bringing one hoof to his front, she supported his sack as she licked up his shaft, teasing at his corona with her tongue before kissing it and finally taking his whole organ in her mouth. William continued to moan as she now began groping his member with the back of her tongue. When she finally withdrew, she purposely let a little air in to her mouth to amplify the sucking noise. She teased the tip a little more with her tongue, then plunged against him, burying her muzzle against the flesh above his dick. Once again, she pulled away with a wet shlurp. William kneeled down and kissed her.

“Not yet.”

He filled a large pitcher and bowl with warm water from the sink, and set them beside the tub. Stepping gingerly into the warm, bubbly water, he slid in behind Belle, one leg on each side of her body, and kissed her at the base of her jaw. He picked up her bottle of Mane and Tail, and squirted a stream of cream-colored shampoo onto her mane, then spread the soap with his hands, and used his fingers to work a lather into her long trusses. Belle rubbed William's legs, relaxing his muscles in the warm water. As William worked his fingers into the sensitive area behind her ears, Belle let out a long sigh.

“That's so good,” she whispered.

William did not respond, but continued scrubbing her hair and massaging her muscles. As he moved further down her body he used the heels of his hands to knead along her neck, and kept his fingers gently working the foaming cleanser into her mane. When he reached the end of her locks, he returned to the top of her head and combed through her hair with his fingers, carefully working out any tangles in her wet hair. Assured that there were no knots or snarls, he tilted her head back and poured the water from the pitcher over her head, once again using his fingers to work through her thick mane. Pitcher empty, he refilled it from the bowl and continued rinsing until her mane was free of soap, then tied the hair up in a loose knot.

“Want me to do your tail?”

“Ha-ha!” she laughed, and rubbed his knee. “Double entendres aside, I think I'd rather just relax with you here in the tub for a while. Thank you for washing my hair.” She leaned back against William, and put her head under his chin. Their tub was big enough that she could almost float in this position. He wrapped his arms around her chest, and rested his hands over her belly. She used her back legs to kick a pile of foamy bubbles towards her front, which she corralled with her forelegs. They laid together in steamy, candle-lit silence for several minutes. Bubbles popped. A lone drop fell from the spout. Belle slowly swirled the bubble mountain with her forehooves.

“Do you ever think about going home?”

William stroked her belly as he considered her question. She had asked variations of the question before, but he sensed a deeper concern this time. “Earth? Sometimes. It's not much good to think about going back, though. I had no choice to come here, and I probably wouldn't have a choice to go back. The Princesses don't think it'll ever happen. They said it was a one in a trillion chance that brought me here.”

He squeezed his arms a little tighter, and spoke close into her ear, “I don't want to go back. My family probably thinks I'm dead. I miss my sister and my parents.” He kissed behind her ear, and rubbed its cartilage with his nose. “One of the things we believe is that a man should leave his parents and start his own family. I'm about half way there. I think I am home.” He kissed her again-a long, lingering contact, and left his lips pressed against her hair for several breaths.

Belle scooted up into a sitting position and sipped on her lukewarm tea. She replaced the cup onto the saucer and said, “Come on, cowboy.”

They stood up and stepped onto the bathmat by the tub. William untied her hair, and wrapped it in a large towel as she dried her face and front legs. Mane complete, he wrapped her tail with another towel and started on her back and rear legs with a third. He was just finishing when she turned to face him, towel in the crook of one leg, and a smile upon her face.

“Sit.”

He did as she commanded, sitting on the bathmat with his legs splayed and his arms spread out on the edge of the tub. She sat in front of him and dried his hoof-length hair, then gently rubbed his face with the towel. He leaned forward, and Belle looped the towel behind his back, moving it back and forth to dry it. Next she dried his chest and stomach, lingering over his lightly-insulated but still visible muscles. Torso dry, she worked on his limbs-beginning with his left arm, drying all the way out to his fingertips, and doing the same with his right. The legs were next, and she finished quickly with them.

“Now it's my turn,” she said, looking hungrily at his awakening hardness.

He scooted forward a little, giving her more room to work with. She laid down and placed one hoof on the outer edge of his hip, and rested the other against his inner thigh. Belle took his whole member into her mouth and held it there for a time, rubbing her tongue against it and humming quietly. William reached out with an arm and cupped her face in his hand, enjoying the feel of her hair against his palm. She looked up at him with her wide periwinkle eyes and winked, then began rhythmically pumping up and down on his now fully-hardened cock. She moved her hoof from his thigh and delicately rubbed the skin underneath his balls. He could feel the hard keratin of her outer hoof and the softer skin of the frog as each area came into contact with him. Belle used her other hoof to stroke the trimmed hair above his shaft, moving from its base up to his belly button. Their activities from earlier combined with her expert touch soon had William moaning with delight.

“Belle...ohhh,” he let out a passionate cry.

Belle stopped at the top of a stroke and teased the head of his dick again with slow flicks of her tongue. She rolled it around his thickness, making a wet sleeve just around the end, then licked down the length of his manhood, and wrapped her lips around the base of his shaft in a sloppy kiss at the boundary between the organ and the sensitive wrinkled skin of his sack. She quickly swept her way back to the top and wetted her lips while looking at him lasciviously. Pressing her lips together and making a pouty face, she pushed against the head of his cock, and relaxed her mouth just enough to allow him to enter. She met his penetrating rod with her tongue again, and kept her mouth tight around him as she resumed thrusting against his fullness.

He felt something shift within, and gave an involuntary bump with his hips. She was prepared, however, and gave no sign of stopping her motions.

“Belle, honey...I'm close.”

Belle responded with a muffled, throaty sound and fixed William with open eyes as she continued stroking his body and sucking his soon-to-erupt tower. He brushed her cheek with a hand, and placed a thumb at her ear. William felt himself crossing a line; felt his balls pulling tighter in their final preparation. He came, an eruption of hot seed shooting into her thirsty mouth. She did not stop her compelling motions, and William could see her throat moving as she swallowed his issue. He looked in her loving eyes as he ejected the last drops of juice. She stopped her movements, but held him inside for a little longer and swallowed once more. Belle kept her lips tight around him as she pulled away, and licked the tip of his manhood one final time when she was done. She smiled at him as she stood up.

William leaned forward and held her face with both hands. He kissed her, lovingly and deeply.

“I love you.”