Page 47 of Doctor’s Surprise Twins

“I know. That day on your couch, when you tried to comfort me after that argument with Peter. I know...” Derek kissed my hand again.

“I’m sorry I left without telling you. I was scared. I was hurt. I was angry. You made me feel like the only thing I was worth to you was for sex.” The pain as I said the words was so intense the tears burst out.

“Oh, God, Maggie. I’m so sorry I made you feel like that. You are worth so much more to me that just sex. You are beautiful, and smart, and funny. You are so strong, and you know how to comfort my heart. You’re my best friend.”

The baby monitor crackled, and I heard one of the babies fuss for a moment. Both of us froze and stared at the receiver, waiting to see if they cried. I breathed a sigh of relief that whichever one it was did not wake up fully. I didn’t really get a chance to respond to Derek before he leaned forward and cupped my cheeks. He kissed me softly, reminding me of how good it felt to be wanted by him. And when he pulled away, I pursued him.

“I missed you so much.” I leaned into him, pressing my lips to his again. I had ached for this moment so long that I actually gave up thinking it would happen. But here, with Derek sitting on the couch next to me confessing his love, my heart felt so loved. He returned my kisses with an eagerness I had missed.

My body began to respond to him, waking after so long to the feeling of his touch. I rose and moved toward him, straddling him. My body was still groggy from having been asleep, and I almost lost my balance, but he steadied me as I lowered onto his lap. His hands searched my curves, a bit more to love than before I had the babies. He didn’t seem to mind at all.

“Make love to me, Derek,” I whispered against his mouth. His hands pulled my hips down against his body hard as his teeth bit down on my lip. It had been too long. I felt that familiar ache growing in my center, building as his hands gripped my hips, thumbs digging into my flesh a little.

Derek’s hands pushed beneath my shirt, his thumbs smoothing across my sides. It felt different, somehow more sensual than before, as if he were allowing himself to feel the emotion behind the act rather than just chase the physical release. I kissed him again, drawing my tongue across his, then pulling away. Dad and Curt would be gone for hours. We had the house to ourselves. So I pulled my shirt up over my head and tossed it aside.

Derek smiled and leaned back, watching me unhook the gawdy nursing bra and toss it away too. His hands shot to my breasts, thumbs strumming my nipples as he gently squeezed. The way he touched me pushed buttons, my breasts more sensitive than they’d ever been, but not painful like while I was pregnant. I couldn’t get enough of the way he pinched and twisted, and when he hooked an arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him so he could take a nipple into his mouth, I whimpered.

“Shit...” I hissed, his tongue drawing circles around it. “You’re going to make me come so fast.”

He bit down and sent a spike of pain through me that quickly resolved when he started sucking. My pussy screamed at me to get his clothes off and get his dick in me, and at the very same time, I knew if we did that, there was a chance I could get pregnant again. Not a huge one, but still. It made me hesitate as he pushed his fingers into my waistband and started pulling the elastic over my hips.

“Derek...” I rose up on my knees as he worked the pants lower. “Derek?” He kissed my hip bone and scraped his teeth across my side. “I don’t want to get pregnant again already.” He pushed me over, and I lay down across the couch as he rose and pulled my stretch pants off.

“You’re like five weeks postpartum and you’re nursing, right?” He pulled his polo up over his head and dropped it as I stared up at him. The corded muscles of his chest made me need to touch myself. He was so incredibly good looking.

“Yes, but...” I bit my lip as my fingers slid across my clit, dipping into the moisture. Derek undid his belt and the fly of his jeans and kicked his shoes off, then shimmied out of his pants. His cock stood hard and proud, and he knelt between my legs.

“But you’re worried?” He slid the head of his dick through my moisture, teasing me.

“We didn’t learn our lesson the first time?” I snickered and pushed his hand away, taking his cock into my grip. He was ridiculously hard. I wanted him so badly.

“Well, I didn’t bring a condom. I didn’t expect this to happen.” He leaned down, kissing me again, squeezing a breast as I stroked him. “I could just eat you?” His hot breath against my skin as he kissed down to my earlobe drove me wild.

I sucked in a gasp as his teeth clamped down. “Fuck... no, I want you in me.” Though I wouldn’t have minded sucking him off.

“Well, we have one other option?”

He rose up and wagged his eyebrows at me as he pulled away from me. He stroked himself a few times, then settled between my thighs and pushed his dick into my pussy. He felt amazing. My muscles contracted around him as he pushed into my back wall. I clawed at his hips as he started fucking me. Every thought of getting pregnant warred against my desire. I wanted to come.

“Fuck, if you keep doing that I will come.” My fingers left his side and found my clit, massaging it and smearing my wetness around.

“That’s sort of the point.” His smirk only made it worse. He knew exactly how to get me off, and he wasted no time diving in to push those buttons.

I lost it. My body hadn’t felt so amazing in months. I came so fast he probably thought I faked it, but it was real. The waves of orgasm surged through every muscle in my body until I melted into him, not even caring if he got me pregnant. “Fuck me... please, fuck me.” I panted and clawed at his back with one hand as our bodies collided, but he slowed. I heard him holding his breath.

“Alright... I gotta slow down a second, because you’re going to hurt me if I come in you.” He bit my ear again and glided in and out of me a few more times. Then he pulled out.

“Wait. No, you don’t have to stop. You’re right. Nursing makes it less likely that I’ll be ovulating and—”

“And who said I was stopping?” Derek gripped himself and slid the head of his cock through my juices again but pushed lower, lining up to my ass. “Hold your breath,” he ordered.

He barely gave me a second to respond before he forced his dick into me. It burned, making me grit my teeth and yelp, but when he was in, it was amazing. He pushed in deep, stretching me. It felt amazing.

“God, you’re so tight.” His eager thrusts sped up, and I found myself touching my clit again.

“I love you.” It felt so good to be able to release my emotions and tell him how I felt. He made me come again, and this time, he joined me. His release usually came with grunts of satisfaction, but his lips covered mine and I devoured his pleasure. When he collapsed, pressing me into the couch cushions, I wrapped my arms around his torso and kissed his cheek.

“You’re crushing me.” I chuckled.

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