Page 21 of Pulling Heartstrings

“If you don’t make love to me, I’m going to murder you,” she breathes dramatically, and I smile at her.

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we?”

I pull out slowly, loving the sweet drag. My cock is as hard as stone, but she’s completely soaked and my entry is easy. When I thrust back in, I can’t tell which of us moans louder. It’s pure heaven making love to her, and I take my time with it. I move unhurriedly in and out, creating a soft tempo. But after a few moments, it’s not enough for her anymore.

“I’m going to combust if you don’t speed it up. More, Reese. I need more.”

“I think combusting is the fun of it.” I give her a wicked smile, but she squeezes her pussy right when I thrust in, and my smile falls.

Grunting, I bury my face in her neck and give her exactly what she wants. I let go of her wrists, and her hands go to my back, her nails scoring my skin. I thrust faster and harder as her thighs grip my hips and I start to lose control. I wanted to slow down, but my body has other ideas. I’m trying to fit as much of my body inside her as I can.

Knowing I won’t last much longer, I reach between us and stroke her clit with my thumb. She cries out at the pressure, and her legs tighten even more.

“Cum with me, Charity. I have to feel your pleasure on every inch of me.”

Her pussy clenches, and my eyes roll back in my head as I thrust harder and harder. Suddenly, she tenses under me, and her loud moan turns into a cry of release as she climaxes. The feeling of her wetness dripping between us as her passion is unleashed is all it takes to set me off. I keep pumping as I release into her, spreading my semen deep into her womb. There isn’t an inch of space inside her that I don’t cover with cum as I spurt into her heat.

“Fuck,” I utter through clenched teeth as my orgasm keeps going. I’ve never felt anything so fucking perfect, and it won’t stop. I finally cease thrusting and hold myself inside her. But the pulses in my cock pump little drops into her long after I’m spent.

Rolling us over, I have Charity straddle me while my stiff cock still tries to keep cumming. I’m completely drained, but he hasn’t gotten the message. My cock hasn’t softened in the least, and I’m still filling her pussy to capacity.

Charity breathes hard on top of me, but then I feel her lips on my naked chest. I brush a curl out of her eyes, and she gives me the softest and sweetest smile I’ve ever seen. My chest aches at how beautiful she is and how lucky I am that she chose me.

“I love you, too,” she says, and I feel the sting of a tear in my eye.

I’ve never been a man to get emotional, but this is the woman I’ve dreamed about. She’s the woman I will spend the rest of my life holding hands with, experiencing life with, and maybe creating new lives with. Having her love me is more than I could wish for.

“You’re mine now, Charity,” I say, kissing her softly. “Best Valentine ever.”

She laughs and cuddles against me as I start to move inside her. It’s going to be a long night, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life learning every inch of her body.

Epilogue

CHARITY

“Today was perfect,” Reese says against my neck, placing open-mouthed kisses there as I sit straddling his lap in the living room. “I didn’t know a light-up sweater could turn me on so much.”

“I breathe and you’re turned on,” I giggle at him as his hands slide up the back of my sweater. His only response is to grunt and keep kissing me, unwilling to take his mouth from me. I moan and wiggle on his lap. We’ve been together a year now and still can’t keep our hands to ourselves, not even when I was about to burst when I was pregnant with our twins.

“I know I’m supposed to let you rest tonight, it being our first night without Charlotte and Henry, but I don’t think I’ll be able to stop until neither of us can’t move.” I feel the snap of my bra and my breasts spill free. In one quick movement, he pulls off the sweater, along with the bra. He grabs my waist, pulling me into him even more.

“That sounds wonderful.” I let myself melt into him. I know what’s to come. He’s going to make me scream his name over and over again until I finally pass out. Then he’ll wake me hours later, already inside me, and do it all over again.

“More than wonderful,” I say, letting my eyes fall closed as he continues to kiss me everywhere. He slides his hands up my body until he reaches my neck, cupping and tilting my face so I’m looking at him. He always does that when he tells me he loves me. I open my eyes and smile at him.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” I lean in to kiss him. Our mouths mold together like two halves making a whole. It’s how I always feel with him. God, this man has given me everything I could dream of. I still can’t believe he’s all mine. A man who thinks I put the moon and stars in the sky. Makes me feel like I’m the center of his whole world. I didn’t know men like this were even real. I pull back, and he still doesn’t let my face go.

“There is something I have to tell you.” I narrow my eyes at him. Reese likes to drop little I have something to tell you bombs on me. From oh we are getting married tomorrow to Movers will be packing up your condo tomorrow and will bring your stuff here. By the way I own the building, to the time he dropped that the blueprints of our dream home weren’t just a plan. Our dream home was well into being built. Sometimes it drives me crazy, but another part of me loves how excited he gets.

“We’re pregnant,” he says, making my mouth fall open. No, I can’t be. I just had the twins a few months ago. “Don’t freak out. I’m quitting.”

I stare at him, still not finding my words. He’s telling me I’m pregnant and that he’s quitting his job.

“Well, not quitting, but stepping back. My company can handle day-to-day stuff on its own now, and I can take on special projects when I like, but other than that, yeah, I’m quitting.”

My eyes start to water, and I know why he’s quitting. It’s because the first time I found out I was pregnant—like now, he’d informed me then, too—I was freaked out about my job because I knew it would be hard for me to return to work after I had a baby. Then I found out it was two babies. He’d talked me down, but we never really came back to it. He probably thinks I’m going to freak out again. I’m not.

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