Page 118 of Fake As Puck
“Yeah?”
“Come here.”
I cross the small space and sit on the edge of her bed, and she immediately reaches for me.
Not desperate like before. Not rushed or urgent or driven by weeks of built-up tension.
Just... reaching. Like she wants me close.
“Today was good,” she says, her hands finding the edges of my towel.
“Really good.”
“I like seeing you with kids.”
“I like being with kids. Especially with you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
She kisses me, soft and slow, and this time there’s no urgency. No feeling like we have to rush before someone interrupts or before we change our minds.
This time, we have all night.
We take our time. Learning each other again, reacquainting ourselves with what we discovered that night at the hotel. But this is slower, quieter, more intimate somehow.
Maybe because we’re in her space, surrounded by her things, with nowhere else to be.
Maybe because we’ve stopped pretending this is temporary.
She’s beautiful in the soft light from her bedside lamp, and I tell her so. She laughs and says I’m not too bad myself, and when she runs her hands over my chest, it’s with a familiarity that feels like coming home.
There’s no performance here. No trying to impress or prove anything.
Just need. Simple, honest need.
My towel falls, and I’m bare and ready for her. I lift her shirt and take her nipple into my mouth. Then my roaming hands tug down her shorts.
She moans, running her fingers through my hair. “West?” she says.
I plop off her nipple and look at her, kissing her sternum. “Yeah?”
“I only want two kids.”
“Two?” I ask, kissing her stomach.
She nods, watching me.
“I can work with that,” I say, crawling up her body until my hips meet hers.
She inhales, grabbing my cock and aiming me inside.
I push slowly, and her breath catches. She’s beautiful like this, taking me and enjoying herself. I push all the way in, and she moans into my mouth.
“How many years do you want to be married before we start having kids?” I ask, pumping slowly into her.
She gasps, holding onto my shoulders. “A few years at least.”
