Page 74 of Second Go-Round

“I know we’ve both been dead set against bringing children into this world, but seeing you with Reid’s son…” I couldn’t find the words to explain the gut-wrenching longing I’d experienced watching her hold the infant with an ease that seemed instinctive. Like she’d been born to carry our babies. Love them. Smother them with the affection she’d often spoken of how her mom had done with her.

Fear of seeing my child falling ill had always kept thoughts of having my own away, but my love for Christine and my desire to see a manifestation of how we felt for one another outweighed that slight possibility.

A soft smile curved Christine’s lips. “You looked pretty damn adorable holding him too. Kinda made my ovaries explode.”

Hope swelled in my chest.

“Mmm.” I ran my hands up her T-shirt, palming her full breasts as she gyrated her hips again in a sensual dance that smeared her wetness over my pelvis. “So is that a maybe?” I pinched her tight nipples.

She gasped, back arching, but she didn’t answer.

I rolled her nubs between two fingers, tugging with the perfect amount of pain that she shuddered, her pussy clamping around my length.

“Definitely a maybe,” she whispered on a moan.

I thrust upward into her silken heat, working her sensitive nipples over while considering the other condition…but that one could wait. I had plans for the next few moments.

Yanking Christine forward, I captured her mouth and gave over to the need to fuck her senseless. Make her cry out my name while creaming all over my cock.

“Fuck, the things you make me desire,” I groaned over her mouth, moving with abandon, desperate to fill her up with my spunk.

Soon…too soon. Didn’t want it to end.

I pulled her head back so I could meet her gaze and eased into a rolling fuck, slow enough to drive us both to the brink and hold us there. She peered at me like an open book, black pupils swelled to only a ring of emerald remaining. No walls, no barricades kept me at arm’s length. “Love you so much.”

She whimpered and tried to move against me, but I wrapped a fist in her long tresses and wound my other arm around her waist, holding her tight.

“Give me what I want, Christine.”

“Fuck me.”

“I don’t need to hear you begging for my dick right now.” I thrust extra deep to make her moan.

She pulled at my hair, fingernails dragging over my scalp. “I love you too, now would you kindly fuck me so I can come already?”

Groaning, I captured her mouth again, snaking my tongue along hers as my cock took over.

Christine bounced against me, a whine building in her chest. “Oh, fuck,” she ground the word out, and I thrust harder, faster into her. “Yes. Oh, God, yes!”

I buried my face in her neck and let go. My balls seized and exploded, spurting cum deep inside of her pulsing warmth aiding to milk me dry.

Sucking wind, I hugged her tight against me, filling my lungs with honeysuckle and the tangy scent of sex until both our bodies went lax.

“You moving in with me?” she asked as soon as she caught her breath.

Stubborn and driven as always. Fuck, did I love my woman.

“Sure,” I tossed out, grinning like a dork.

She slapped my shoulder, and I yanked her forward to press a soft kiss to her lips, to prolong the intimacy between us. “I could get lost inside of you and still not be close enough,” I murmured, once more shifting back to cradle her face in my hands. Fiery hair spilled over her shoulders, her swollen lips glistening, nose realigned to almost perfectly straight. “You’re my best, the only woman I want for the rest of my life. I’ll move in with you tomorrow, but right now...”

I flipped her onto her back, semi still lodged inside her lush core, and rested my forehead against hers. “Right now, I’m going to make slow, torturous love to you until you beg for release.”

She tried not to smirk and failed while wrapping her legs around me. “This is feeling a lot like our first hookup.”

“Mmm,” I agreed, grinding my hips to coax my dick back to full thickness.

“And later?”

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