Marcus snorted. "I haven't slipped up, have I?"

Melissa wrapped her arms around his waist, tracing a slender finger along his V-line, chuckling softly. “Probably when you were holding Minnie. Your movements were too precise for a blind man."

Amused and irked, Marcus found himself at a loss.

He planted a kiss on her forehead, murmuring with a hint of reluctance, “Who would've thought a little dog would be the one to give me away."

Melissa reciprocated his kiss, aware of his patience over the past few weeks. He often yearned to be close to her, yet always restrained himself in the end. Lifting her head to meet his lips, she mumbled, “You've been on your best behavior lately. Perhaps I should reward you."

A flush spread across Marcus' cheeks, adding to his allure.

As Melissa trailed kisses down his neck, he scooped her up gently, leading her towards the bed.

Considering Melissa's pregnancy, Marcus decided doing it on the chair would be too uncomfortable for her.

Placing her at the foot of the bed, he muzzled her with his prominent nose.

Drawing close to her ear, he whispered seductively, “It's been a while. How would you like to do it?"

Melissa blushed.

Flirting, especially in bed, always made her feel a bit bashful.

Tilting her head back, she whispered softly, "Just be gentle, okay?"

Marcus playfully nipped at her nose.

“Don't worry. I'll take care you, and our baby.”

Melissa trusted him implicitly. Though discussing such matters had once been challenging, now they could openly share their desires.

With marriage on the horizon, she saw him as her future husband, someone she could confide in.

During moments of passion, she would timidly voice her desires to him.

With a tender kiss, Marcus assured her, "I know what you Like.”

Together, they savored the sweetness of the moment.