Page 18 of Coming Around Again

Before I can answer, he jumps back in. “I don’t want to crush your career goals. But between us, I think we can afford a lot of help—a nanny, a housekeeper, anybody else we need. And we can both take some time off to take care of a baby. What do you think?”

I take a deep breath and raise myself up, just enough to push him to his back. “I think great minds think alike.” I swing a leg across his body and straddle him. “You’re right, it’s time. I was going to tell you tonight that I stopped taking the pill when I finished a set, about eight days ago.”

His eyes are shadowed in the late-afternoon light. “So you’re unprotected now?”

“Yep, I yanked the goalie off the ice.”

Despite the fact that we just finished making love, I feel his body start to swell underneath mine. I settle my hips more securely, letting his growing hardness slip between my inner lips. I rock back and forth, pulling a little helpless gasp from him. “I like that noise, Des,” I tease, knowing how much he loves the sounds of sex. “I like knowing I make you feel good.”

“I like knowing you could be pregnant right now,” he says, his voice raspy the way it gets when he’s really turned on.

“I could be,” I say, my own voice breathy and low with my own desire. I move more purposefully on his hard shaft, letting the head of it bump against my clit with every stroke. “You could have knocked me up already. All that cum you’ve given me this week. All that cum you gave me just a little bit ago…see, it’s dripping out now. Making me all slippery.” I slide a little faster. “Feels so good, Des.”

“You love my cock?” He’s got his hands on my hips now, helping me slide back and forth, stimulating both of us.

“I love your cock.”

“’Cause I for damn sure love your perfect pussy.” He’s breathing hard. So am I. “I need to be inside it soon.”

“You want to fuck this pussy?” I tease, letting the tip slip just inside me, and then going back to sliding along his length. “You want that, don’t you?”

“Fuck, you know I do.” Desmond’s eyes are stormy blue, his face intense.

“You want to fill me up with your cream, don’t you?” He groans, half closing his eyes. “You want to fill me up with your baby, don’t you?”

I’m getting close to heaven. My head wants to fall backward as I keep rubbing my folds along his shaft, letting the head hit my sensitive button.

Des lets out a deep, feral growl, and explodes up from the bed, grabbing me and flipping me to my back, raising my legs up to his shoulders. “No more teasing,” he rasps, driving his cock balls-deep into my wet channel. “I’m gonna fill you up, all right, sweetheart. Pump you full of my cock. Full of my cum. Full of my baby.”

I can’t hold back anymore. The sight and sound of my husband losing his ever-loving shit thinking about getting me pregnant has me on absolute edge, and when I climax again, I see stars. As my inner walls clench around him, he groans like I’m tearing his heart out, and gives me all his seed.

Afterward, as we catch our breath, I start to lower my legs, but he stops me. “Stay like that. Give my guys a chance to do their thing.”

I’m startled into a laugh, but he props my legs on his shoulders as he stays kneeling, his softening penis still inside me. “Besides,” he says, and plays with my aroused nub, making me gasp, “you look sexy as fuck like this. All open and pink and fertile.”

“Wow, you really do have a thing about breeding me,” I say, although I think making a baby with my best friend, my lover, is pretty hot too.

He just smiles, gently twiddling my clit until it makes me moan, and then he does it more purposefully. He rubs me the right way until I reach another level of pleasure, and only when I’m satisfied and sighing does he let my legs down.

“You’re gonna be a great mom,” he says.

“We’re gonna be great,” I say, and sigh again.

“Yeah. We are.”

It’s not the first day of the rest of our lives…but maybe it is. Our chance at love came around again.

We got it right this time, and it’s definitely forever.

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