Harrison settled Summer into the soft, oversized bed they shared, kissing her tenderly. Her eyes sparkled with the excitement of the gathering, the cheers and greetings from the pack, and she kissed Harrison back more deeply for a while, before looking at him innocently.
"I like your mother" Summer offered.
Harrison smirked, his fingers hitching up the hem of Summer's skirt, "I don't want to talk about my mother right now, Summer."
Summer giggled and lifted her hips for Harrison to remove her underwear. He kissed his way up from her knee and wasted no time settling his face between her legs. In very little time, he had Summer moaning, dripping wet and ready. Harrison helped her to turn into her side and lay behind her; the only angle they could couple from this late into her pregnancy.
