Page 120 of Engaging Opal

What does this mean? Is she giving me the green light to knock her up?

If she’s not on board for getting pumped full of babies, then I have no clue her reasoning for tossing the rubbers.

As she turns to leave the bathroom, I grab her by the hips, spin her toward the sink, caging her between me and the counter.

My cock is pumping full of blood, tenting my boxer briefs in a painful salute. “Opal…”

Fuck.I suck with words. How do I form my question without revealing I have baby fever? I don’t want to put her off.

My gorgeous woman juts her chin out, defiantly. Seeing her grow her backbone is sexy as hell. “We don’t need them.”

The veins under my skin pop to the surface as endorphins pump through my blood. “Because..?”

Opal looks longingly into my eyes. “I want a baby with you—”

She doesn’t get to say another word before I attack her lips, swallowing the rest of the sentence as I thrust my tongue into her hot mouth. If she wants a baby, I’ll give her a baby. I’ll give her all the babies in the world, starting now.

Her arms wrap around my neck at the same time I hoist her up under her ass. Opal’s body melts against mine, pliant and accepting.

With thoughts of impregnating Opal, I’m all but sprinting with her to the bed. I’m struggling to not go hog wild on her when I lay her across the pastel sheets. She stirs these primal urges in me unlike anyone has before. My lips envelop hers in a searing kiss, ending any potential talk. No words are needed, only actions. She moans while I devour her with reckless abandon, sucking and pulling on her plump pink lips.

My weight presses into her, making us sink into the mattress of our soft bed. Opal spreads her toned legs apart for my thighs, cradling me against her panty-covered sex. I can feel the heat from inside of her beckoning me to join us together.

But first, I need to taste her. Get her addicting nectar on my tongue. I break our kiss, nipping my way along Opal’s jawline, down the slender column of her neck, and between the valley of her breasts. I get sidetracked there, twirling my tongue around each rosy peak like I’m enjoying the world’s largest ice cream cones with cherries on top.

Anyone saying more than a mouthful is a waste is an idiot—you improvise with your mouth and hands then. Women pay to have tits like Opal’s, but my woman is all-natural. I’ll suckle these beauties ‘till my mouth runs dry.

Three soft kisses down her concave stomach before my fingers slip between the thin fabric on her hips. Backing off the bed, I drag her panties down her legs. It’s like unwrapping a long-awaited gift each time.

Before I can hit my knees to worship her like the goddess she is, she flips on all fours. Her round ass is level with my pelvis, enticing me.

A rasping groan escapes me as I drop to my knees, burying my face in her from behind. I’ve never eaten her out this way. To say I’m eager to experience it is an understatement. I’m ravenous to do anything new with her. To give her another first.

Opal doesn’t hold back her squeals of enjoyment as I alternate attacking her clit with the tip of my tongue and flattening it to swipe up her creamy snatch. Christ, she tastes divine—tangy and sweet, like the baked goods she makes.

“That’s it, Gorgeous. Drench my beard.”

My hands lock around her thighs to hold her in place when her body shakes. I want her to gush all over my face, to drink her ambrosia down like it’s the elixir of life.

She cries out the second her body shatters with an orgasm. I bury my face against her sex, licking every aphrodisiac drop.

“Gauge,” Opal moans, rubbing her needy cunt against my face for more pleasure. Fucking hell, do I love it when she gets greedy with me. “I need you inside me—please.”

It’s a sin to pull my face away from her pussy, but I do it to sink myself into her velvet paradise.

When I’m on my feet, I attempt to turn her over on her back, but she swats my hands away. “No. I want it this way. You behind me. Holding me.”

I freeze. There’s no way she said what I think she said.

Opal senses my hesitation. She looks over her shoulder with lust in her pale blue eyes. “It’s okay, Handsome. I want this.”

My heart feels like it’s jumped into my throat. “Opal, you don’t have to do this. I don’t need this.”

“But I need this,” she says, her cool eyes beseeching.

A guttural sound escapes me as I push down my boxer briefs, freeing my stiff cock from its confines. The tip weeps with pre-cum, ready to sink inside of her warmth.

But I stall. Levi hurt my woman by taking her this way, holding her from behind to restrain her. We’ll not do anal, that’s for damn sure, but I don’t want to trigger her unpleasant memories as I try to please her from behind.

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