Her eyes gleam with anticipation as she watches him move her onto the couch. Her heart races when he spreads her legs wide and positions himself between them. "Yes," she breathes, arching her back in invitation. "I'm ready for you." She bites her bottom lip nervously, unsure of what to expect but trusting him completely.

Her nails dig into the couch cushions as he thrusts deeply inside her, filling her completely. "Oh god," she moans, arching her back and meeting his movements with a fierce desire that takes them both by surprise. Her breath comes in quick gasps, her chest heaving as their bodies move together in perfect sync.

Her hips buck up off the couch, seeking more of him as he buries himself deeper inside her with each powerful stroke.

Still smiling, she sits up and brushes a stray hair from her face, watching him as he sits back down on the couch. "Well," she says with a small laugh, "I suppose we should try to keep things... normal around here." She glances at the medical journal lying abandoned on the floor, considering for a moment before shrugging and saying, "Or at least as normal as they ever were."

Her fingers idly trace patterns in the air between them, her gaze fixed on Ethan's face. "

Despite her pregnancy and submission to Ethan, Amie maintains an air of calm indifference about her. She goes about her days preparing meals, cleaning the house, and occasionally reading a book on one of the many shelves lining the walls. However, she always finds time for Ethan; their fuck sessions have become more frequent and intense since she became pregnant with his child.