Page 135 of Deserter

She nodded; her lower lip caught between her teeth again.

I grinned and slipped my middle finger in with short, slow strokes. Celia groaned out something incoherent and her thighs locked around my arm like a vice as her body shook violently beneath mine.

One of her hands tangled in my long hair, holding it in a death grip as she moaned, “D-don’t stop.”

I watched in amusement as her mouth fell open and her eyes rolled back in her head. I could’ve watched her come apart all fucking night.

My first resolution once I was home for good would be making her face do that every night.

When the tremors stopped, I looked down at her with a wry smile. “Can I have my hand back now, darlin’?”

She nodded, making no attempt to move or relax.

“Celia…”

“Hmmm?” she answered sleepily, her green eyes barely more than slits. “You need something?”

I brought my hand down against her thigh. “Greedy girl. Open those legs and I’ll give you somethin’ better.”

Her thighs fell to the side and she lowered her hands before pushing herself up onto her elbows. “Husband, that was—that was amazing.”

I moved off the bed and lazily began unbuttoning my jeans before dragging them down my legs. “I don’t suppose you’d be up for more, would you, wife?”

Celia sighed deeply as she stretched her arms. “I mean, I might be.”

I jacked myself as I slowly made my way over to the nightstand, loving the way her eyes followed me. “I bet I could convince you.”

She rolled over onto her stomach and covered my hand with hers. “Don’t.”

I gave her a blank look. “Don’t what? You change your mind?”

“Don’t.” She paused and chewed on her lip before hurriedly adding, “Don’t use a condom.”

I looked down into the drawer, the foil strips right where I’d left them three years before, and then back to her. “Darlin’, you know what you’re asking for?”

With a small nod, she began moving her hand up and down my shaft. “I’m asking my husband to make love to me without anything in the way.”

I stumbled back a step; certain I’d misunderstood. “You on the pill?”

Celia shook her head with another soft smile. “No. You haven’t been with anyone else besides me, right? It shouldn’t be a problem.” Her tongue darted out and licked along the tip of my cock.

The scent of her shampoo flooded my nostrils and that, coupled with the sight of her tits swaying as she jacked me off left me completely impaired.

I thrust past her lips and tightened my hold on her hair, needing to be closer. “You know I ain’t been with anyone else since you came along, but, Celia, what if you get knocked up?”

I wanted nothing more but hadn’t expected her to be so accommodating.

She pulled back and sat up on her knees with wide eyes. “What would happen if I did?”

“Then I’d be the happiest son-of-a-bitch in the world. You want a baby, princess?”

“I do,” she whispered. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Not a goddamn thing. I want another baby too.”

Her lips parted and she tipped her head to the side in surprise. “You do?”

I nodded, still rock hard. “You wanna try?”

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