Page 24 of Baby Proposal
“You’re so wet for me.” Holding himself on his elbows, he looks into my eyes and strokes my cheeks with infinite care. “I’m going to fuck you so hard and thoroughly you’ll be feeling the echoes for a week,” he says with deceptive gentleness as he puts a little more pressure onto my folds. “I have to have you.”
“Take me,” I beg. And it’s true. I need him. I’m crazy for this man.
The press of his cock into my soaked pussy is heaven, and I roll my hips as he eases down and—pop. He’s inside me. Just the tip, but he’s so big, it stretches me. Every part of me is vibrating. I’m more alive than I’ve ever been. It’s like there’s electricity generated by Rhys and me being together.
“You’re mine.” He slips another inch. “Feel that? It’s me claiming your body the way you’ve claimed my heart, Adi.”
I can’t reply. I’m too busy focusing on where he’s spearing into me, opening me up.
“Say it, Adi.”
“Yes.” I reply through the fog.
“The words.”
I try to think past the mixture of pleasure and pain. The sensation of fullness is so alien and yet achingly familiar, like we’ve been doing this in previous lives. In a way, we have. He’s had his fingers in me every night for a month. I’m intimately acquainted with the swirl of stubble on his jawline and his weight on me. This is just one step further. I’m a freaking feminist. Virginity doesn’t mean anything, it’s a patriarchal concept I don’t even subscribe to.
All those rationalisations don’t alter the fact that this feels more special than when we exchanged vows. That was both of us with layers of fake and real. This is passionate and breath stealing. This is so intimate, I think I’ll never be the same again.
Rhystakingmy virginity, andgivingme his baby?
Oof. So hot.
I clutch at him to bring him closer and he slips another inch deeper and I’m losing my mind.
This is just us, nothing else. Simply the magic of two people meant to be together.
“Adi, say it,” he growls. And it’s a good thing he reminds me because he’s splitting me open in the best way and it leaves little room for carrying on a cohesive dialogue. “Say you belong to me, wife.”
A thrill zips up my spine at the way he calls me wife. He’s said it before, but not with that meaning. Hiswife.
“I’m yours, husband.” The confession is ripped from me.
He groans with satisfaction and I’m rewarded with another inch then a pull and push, sending shivers of pleasure flying from everywhere we’re joined.
“Yes, that’s it.” He kisses me tenderly. “I love you so much, sweetheart. You’re mine, and I’m having you.”
I make a noise like an animal as he’s deeper again, slipping further and I swear it takes both of us by surprise when he bottoms out, as far in as possible.
“Tell me all this cream is just for me.” He lifts up and thrusts, and I’m overwhelmed.
“It is, it is,” I plead.
“Tell me how you want my cock. How you love it.” His voice is gravelly.
“I do. I love the feel of your cock. More. Please.”
“Fuck, you’re so wet, you make it impossible to hold back,” he whispers as he begins to move in a rolling rhythm that doesn’t stop, keeping up the slick friction. “Nothing has ever felt as good as your soaking pussy taking my cock. You were meant for me.”
I bob my head rapidly in agreement. He’s so hot and smooth and hard, I think he was made for me too. The feeling of where we’re joined is pure magic.
“Adi, look.”
I’m confused for a second because his head is bowed and he’s holding himself off me, muscles taut, his gaze between our bodies at where his cock is disappearing into me in a rhythmic pattern. Excitement zings from my clit right to my toes and I stare.
“Put your hand here.” He doesn’t wait, grabbing my wrist and pressing my palm to the lowest part of my abdomen. “Feel that. Feel how I’m inside you all the way.”
He thrusts into me deep and slow, and oh god. Yes. I can feel that. And again. Every thrust he’s rearranging my insides, very literally. My tummy presses into my hand as he fills me. That is his cock, pushing up into me.
