Page 70 of Dirty Roxie
She narrows her eyes at me. Like she’s trying to figure out if I’m telling her the truth.
I roll the condom back off and chuck it to the floor. “Happy?” I ask.
She smiles and nods, pushing her shorts and panties down her legs.
“What if you get pregnant?”
“I get the shot.”
I position myself at her entrance and ease myself in. “You’ll have my babies one day, beautiful,” I tell her.
“I will, huh?” She gasps as I pull out all the way and sink slowly back in.
“Lots of them,” I groan, wanting to pound away until I come and, at the same time wanting to prolong this incredible feeling as long as possible. “God, you feel good.”
“Mm, how many is lots?”
“Keeping you pregnant and barefoot until I have a hundred little Quinns running around driving me batshit crazy.” I kiss her softly. Trying to put into my kiss the words I’ve yet to say. Why it’s easier to talk about having kids with her than it is to tell her I love her, I’m not sure.
“What are you doing while I’m pumping out babies?” Her voice catches as I thrust in and out again, with more force this time. My forearms resting on either side of her head, her face cradled in my hands.
She’s so beautiful. So precious.
Her hands clench on my back as I pivot my hips, hitting her clit. “I’m out fighting bad guys.”
“Oh, do that again,” she says.
I do. Then I keep at it until she shudders through her release again. Her muscles clamping down around me, it’s all I can do to not come myself. I want this to be perfect, this first time that we’re really together when I’m not bolting in the middle of the night.
She pulls my head down and kisses me. I pick up the pace. “You’re gonna go off one more time before I do,” I say against her lips.
She clenches around me in response. I’m not sure if it’s involuntary or on purpose. I rest my forehead against hers, losing myself in her eyes, putting all my feelings into my every movement.
“You close?”
She nods and tightens her legs around me.
I lose it. Literally.
“God, I love you,” I groan through the hardest hitting orgasm I’ve ever experienced. Pumping three more times to leave it all in her before collapsing to the side, pulling her with me.
Her eyes sparkling as she looks at me. Her hair cascading around us, face flushed, lips swollen.
“What?” I ask. Then I realize what happened, closing my eyes against her teasing expression. “Fuck, you didn’t come again, did you. I came before you. Like a chump. Shit, baby, I’m sorry. Give me like five minutes, and I’ll make it up to you.” I sigh, feeling sated. “Okay, maybe ten minutes.”
She laughs.
“It’s not a laughing matter when your man goes off before you do,” I tell her. “You need to make sure I don’t do that again.”
“I’d already come twice,” she says, wrapping her arms around me as best she can and laying her head on my chest. I can feel her giggling. My hands gravitate toward her hips and hold on.
“I promised you three times, I don’t want to go back on my promise.”
“It doesn’t matter.” She raises her head, her eyes dancing back and forth between mine.
“It matters.” I grab her ass and squeeze. “Gotta keep you satisfied, make sure you stick around.”
“You said you love me.” Her smile stretches from one side of her face to the other.
