Page 92 of Selfish Desires

“So... is that a yes?”

Instead of answering with words, my body took over. I ran into his outstretched arms and knew this was the right decision. The ache in my heart began to ease as he clutched me close and whispered soft words of love into my ear. The warmth in my body restored itself, pushing out the lingering cold it had been harboring the last few weeks. Right then, I felt complete.

“Yes,” I whispered into his neck, the word full of promise and forgiveness, marking a new beginning for our relationship. Pulling my face away so our eyes locked, my gaze fell to his lips, and it was enough of an unspoken invitation for Vincent to close the gap between us. As our lips met, there was an electric spark, a familiar jolt that left me breathless. His hands roamed my back gently, and the warmth from his touch seeped right through me. Vincent’s tongue danced with mine, and I answered back with a quiet moan.

Pulling away, he took my left hand and gently slid the pink diamond ring on my finger, where it always belonged. It fit perfectly as if it had never been off. With his forehead pressed against mine, Vincent murmured softly, “I love you more than anything, Wendy.”

Tears welled at the corners of my eyes as I nodded silently, holding him close. His words echoed in my heart, soothing the painful memories of our separation. All that mattered now was the present moment, the love we shared, and the future we would build together.

“I was wondering,” I began, tracing his sharp jawline with my fingertips. “I have a doctor’s appointment in about an hour across town. It’s to hear the baby’s heartbeat. Would you like to come?”

“Would I...” Vincent mirrored my tears and kissed my fingertips, pulling me closer if possible. “I would love to.”

“Yes, yes. Just like that,” Wendy moaned into my ear with her head tilted back, exposing her sweat-coated neck. I was positioned behind Wendy, hooking one of her legs under my arm as my body pressed against her back.

Pre-pregnant Wendy loved sex. But, five-month pregnant Wendy was not only insatiable, but she couldn’t get enough of my dick, as her pussy clamped around me, always a sign she was chasing her third orgasm during tonight’s fuck session. My hands found their way down her back, tracing her spine as our bodies rocked in sync. The dim glow from the nightlight bathed the room in a soft amber hue, casting intricate shadow patterns on the ceiling. Her eyes fluttered open briefly, scanning my face for any sign of fatigue. But I was far from done. I wanted, needed to make this night last forever.

We were back in Newport for a babymoon. Thanks to the town and permit issues, we decided to stay in the investment property that hadn’t quite reached its bed and breakfast status. But that was okay. For now, we’d enjoy the beauty of this historical fortress, and I could always flip it into a seasonal rental property.

“Fuck, Vincent. I’m so close.” A lazy moan escaped Wendy as she threw her head back and gazed at me with those bottomless orbs. I recognized that look thrown my way, and I knew what she wanted. Wendy wanted me to be rough, wanted me to degrade her, but ever since she became pregnant, I just couldn’t. I didn’t want to call her anything but gorgeous. Of course, even when calling her my good little slut, she was the most beautiful creature to me, but something in me refused to bring myself to utter those words she yearned for. And forget about collaring her neck. For now, Wendy was my ultimate sanctuary; all I wanted to do was worship her.

I licked my fingers, trailing them along the curves of her body and over the swell of her stomach until I reached the apex of her spread thighs. I reached between and pressed against her swollen clit, rubbing slowly as a tortured cry escaped through her lips. As soon as the sound slipped from her mouth, something in me snapped, and all I wanted to do was twist her hair in my hand and jerk her head back until the veins in her neck threatened to explode from her taut skin.

“Look at your pussy take my cock like a good girl,” I growled, pressing my forehead against hers, my hand stationary against her clit. Her eyes fluttered open again, her pupils dilated with pleasure.

She writhed against me, biting her bottom lip, trying to stifle moans but failing blissfully. She threw her arm back around my neck, her nails digging into the skin, back, etching the map of her pleasure onto my flesh.

“Come for me, baby. Don’t let me down,” I commanded, my voice a low rumble in the otherwise quiet room. Her mouth fell open with a soft gasp as though my words were enough to push her over the edge. Her body quivered, beads of perspiration forming on her forehead. Her skin flushed with the undeniable signs of her impending climax.

“Fuck, Vin. I’m gonna come.”

Her words were the trigger I needed, the last bit of restraint within me vanishing into thin air. I drove my cock deeper into cunt, and my thrusts became hard and wild. Her body responded in kind, matching my rhythm until we were riding the same wave of pleasure.

A guttural growl vibrated through my chest as Wendy’s orgasm washed over her. Her pussy clamped around me tighter than ever, milking every drop out of me.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” she hissed through gritted teeth, her arm flung over her face as she rode out her high.

“Yes, give it to me. You know what I want.” I twisted her hard nipple in my free hand as my other rubbed her clit, sending her over the edge.

Her body convulsed as she released a desperate cry echoing through the empty house. Each pulse of her climax sent shivers through me, pushing me ever closer to my own release. The sight of her pleasure, the feel of her pussy tightening around me again and again, was too much.

“Fuck,” I muttered, my voice raspy as I fought back my impending orgasm. I wanted to savor this moment, to watch the pleasure play out across Wendy's all-too-expressive face.

Just as she began to descend from the peak of her climax, I drove into her one last time. With a groan that shook the room, I came inside her, my seed spilling with a sense of finality that left me breathless.

“Vincent,” she whispered. Wendy brushed a few sweaty strands of hair from my forehead, offering a soft smile that rivaled the morning sunrise over the Atlantic.

“Lay on me,” I instructed her softly, pulling out and lying back. Without a word, she propped herself on one elbow and nestled into my side, her glossy hair cascading over my chest. The scent of her, the feel of her skin against mine, it intoxicated me more than any drug ever could. I ran my hands through her hair as she traced patterns onto my chest.

The air between us was electric, filled with an anticipation that seemed to hum around us. Drawing in a breath, I rolled on top of her, capturing her lips with mine. The taste of her was addictive—sweet and salty and uniquely Wendy.

“You’re ready to go again?” Wendy didn’t bother hiding her smirk, and while she couldn’t get enough of me, I couldn’t get enough of her, either.

“Would you say no if I slid my cock into you right now?” I positioned my thickening erection against her dripping entrance, teasing her.

Her eyes twinkled with mischief as her lips curled into a coy smile. “Try and see,” she challenged, her fingers tracing lightly over my chest.

“It is our babymoon, right? Isn’t an ample amount of fucking part of it?”

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