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"I'm going to put this inside you and fuck you with it. It's going to push my cum back inside you and keep it there. I need you to come for me so it stays where it's supposed to be."
"Jesus, yes." She starts to writhe her body around on the bed and I know she's gone now, gone to that place of true surrender, the place I always love to take her and watch her dance in for as long as she can stand.
Sliding the toy inside her, I bend down and kiss and nibble her breasts through the lace as her fingers continue to circle with her clit. When I start to move the toy, she moans a little louder.
"Come for me, Jenna," I whisper into the warm skin of her chest.
"Oh, God," she replies, her voice higher in pitch again.
"Good girl," I say and I climb up her body to kiss her neck, pushing the toy a little deeper. "You're going to be such a good mother to our child."
I don't know if it's my words that tip her over the edge but that's what happens. Her whole body tenses, her chin lifts up to the ceiling and a long and guttural moan leaves her, filling the room and my ears. It's the roughest, sweetest sound.
Keeping the toy where it is, I pull back only so I can watch her as she convulses through an orgasm that has her eyes squeezed shut and her grip back on my arm so tight I know it could bruise me, but I welcome it. Only when she starts to come down, the muscles in her body loosening, do I speak again.
"So beautiful, Jenna."
"That was..." But she doesn't finish.
"I know. I know."
When I slide down her body, snaking kisses along her skin, she lifts her head to watch me.
"You want to check it's all in there?"
"Not yet." I smile down at her pussy stretched around the silicone.
"What do you—"
But I interrupt her by kissing her clit.
"Marty, we have to—"
I silence her by licking around it.
"Seriously, we should—"
"You're not going anywhere." I say before kissing her inner thigh.
"But Marty, it's Christmas—"
"Exactly." I reply before rocking the toy into her again.
"But Marty—"
"I need to make sure my cum stays inside you, where it belongs.We may as well have some fun while we do that, right?" I say before I take her clit in my mouth again, looking up at the woman I love.
Jenna levels her eyes on mine and I hope the nod of agreement she gives me refers to not just this moment, but the future. Yes, there will be stress. There will probably be pain. There may even be loss and grief. But there will also be fun. And there will be love. There will always be love.
Chapter Thirteen
Maeve
My brother is lucky that his blinis were worth the awkward wait Jake and I had to endure while he and Jenna were copulating. He's even luckier that our parents arrived while he was upstairs so I had to manage the manic dessert rearranging in the fridge that required all of our hands and brains as soon as they got here. He's also lucky that he's now busy in the kitchen listening to his playlist of the best Christmas hits of the Seventies and thus avoiding the unnecessarily protracted debate about the best time to open presents.
"Of course, when you and Aiden were younger all the presents were opened before seven o'clock," Ma is telling everyone.
"No surprises there," Jenna says, sipping her drink, a Merry Marty Party a cocktail she created for us all based on the non-alcoholic drink she made for Marty when they met in Crete. She's wearing a teal-coloured sweater dress that clings to her full curves and she's teased out the natural wave in her hair. As always, she looks effortlessly pretty, with her signature minimal make-up and a natural blush in her cheeks, but I'd rather not think about where that came from.
