Page 13 of Only His

David’s heavy footsteps echoed loudly through the house as he searched for me. I lingered in the bathroom, trying to control my emotions as he got closer and closer. The door was wide open, so he spotted me as soon as he came into the bedroom.

“There you are. Was that the last of it?”

“Yep. The house is officially empty.”

“Hallelujah,” he said with a grin. “What time is the owner supposed to be here?”

“Three.” He moved as if he were going to check his phone, but I shook my head to stop him. “We still have half an hour.”

David’s head tilted to the side and his grin turned positively devilish. Even after six months of dating, the looks he gave me when he wanted me still took my breath away. I was pretty certain they always would.

“Is that right?” he asked as he strolled toward me, licking his lips when he looked down at my skirt. “Got any ideas for how to pass the time?”

“A few,” I said vaguely. When he got close, I pivoted away from the sink counter, avoiding his touch entirely and ignoring the pout he shot me in the mirror. My heart started to race and my stomach twisted into knots as I glanced down at the not-quite-empty drawer I had blocked with my body. “It’s kind of a thing to give someone a moving gift, right?”

“Oh, I’ve got a gift for you, baby. Hike up that skirt and I’ll give it to you.”

I rolled my eyes, unable to stop a laugh from bubbling up past my lips.

“Not what I meant. I actually have a gift for you.”

“You realize I’m not the one moving, right?You’removing in withme.”

“Really? I had no idea,” I snarked back with a grin. Joking around helped ease my nerves a tad, so I forced myself to open the drawer and pull out the small box. I cradled it in my hands for a moment, hesitant to hand it over. “I… This is for you.”

David took the box with a confused smile, testing the weight of it in his hand while he searched my face with his eyes. I knew he could tell that something was going on with me. He’d made an off-handed comment that I’d been acting strange since we started the process of moving my stuff into his house a few weeks prior—and he wasn’t wrong. He’d been paying closer attention lately, and I knew he thought that my newfound behavior had something to do with us moving in together.

If he’d just look away from my face and open the damn box, he’d finally understand why.

As if he read my mind, he lifted the lid and looked down at the alleged gift. I held my breath for what felt like an eternity, watching the emotions—confusion, disbelief, excitement—as they played out one by one on his face. His reaction made the crushing weight lift from my shoulders and I could feel myself tearing up from the sheer relief of it.

“You’re… This is real?” he asked, holding up the stick with a huge smile. “You’re pregnant?”

When I nodded in response, he threw his arms around me and lifted me into the air, spinning me around in circles like a cheesy movie as we both laughed. I rested my cheek on his shoulder and hugged him tightly.

“This is why you’ve been acting weird?” he whispered after he stopped spinning us. I nodded again and he sighed with relief of his own. “Thank fuck. I was worried you’d gotten sick of me.”

“Never,” I mumbled against his neck. “It’s just…. We haven’t really had a full conversation about having kids yet, so I was worried about how you’d react.”

“I know how much you want kids, baby,” David said as he pulled away to look into my eyes. “And surely you’ve noticed that I’ve literally never used a condom with you.”

“Well, yeah, but that doesn’t meanyouwant kids.”

“I was on the fence for a long time., but the thought ofyoucarrying my babies? Turns out that it’s a huge fucking turn-on.”

To illustrate his point, he lowered me just enough to feel the half-hard length of his cock, waggling his eyebrows as he rubbed me against himself. I laughed hard before gripping his face and pulling him in for a short kiss that swiftly became a hot, desperate mess. When I started to wiggle in his arms, David sat me on the edge of the sink and started running his hands all over my body.

“You need this?” he whispered against the shell of my ear as he dragged my skirt up. “Tell me.”

“I need you. Fuck me.”

He hiked my skirt around my hips and slid off my panties while I worked on unzipping his jeans. We didn’t have a ton of time, so I pushed him back and dropped to my knees, wrapping my mouth around his cock to get it slick. He let out a surprised huff of breath before digging his fingers into my hair and gently thrusting. It didn’t take long before he started moaning, and the sounds he made alone were more than enough to make me wet.

I popped off and stood, allowing him to lift me back onto the sink. He was on me quicker than I could blink—bringing his cock to my entrance and slamming in with a growl. He set a hard, fast pace, pumping into me fiercely—possessively—while I clung to his shoulders and tossed my head back, moaning at the ceiling.

The sounds of our flesh slapping together in the otherwise empty house were obscene. It was mostly drowned out with our heavy breathing and my moaning, but that came to an abrupt end when he pulled out and took a step back.

“Turn around and brace yourself.”

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