Page 65 of Powerless

A small wanton mew escapes her pretty lips. Kathryn’s eyes flutter open as a slow smile stretches her mouth. “What are you doing over there?”

“Watching you sleep.”

She smirks and pats the bed. “Stalker,” she quips. “This side of the bed is cold without you in it.” Standing, I walk over to my wife and pull the covers back. I slide into bed and watch as she tucks her hands beneath her head. “Are you nervous?”

“Absolutely terrified,” I openly admit as I lay my hand on her hip beneath the covers and drag her closer to me.

Kathryn removes her left hand from under the pillow and playfully taps her lip. “Hmmm.” She stares at me blankly. “I wonder why you’re so nervous. It’s not like you’re being sworn in as president today.”

I nuzzle into her neck and a loud squeal echoes through the room. “You don’t have to be nervous, Bennett. This is what we’ve been preparing for.” Her mood softens into something more serious. “Liam wouldn’t have agreed to be your chief of staff if he didn’t have faith in you. The entire team, all of your advisors, have faith in you and what you’re going to do for our country.” She leans over and gently places a kiss on my lips.

“I know that, but I’m terrified I’m going to fuck it all up.”

Kathryn lifts her hand and places it on the scruff of my jaw. “Don’t ever forget, you have a great woman standing beside you.” She cracks a devious smile. “I guess I could take over and you can be the pretty face.”

I grab Kathryn and roll her on her back while I hover over her body. “You’re doing an incredible job of distracting me, Mrs. Adams.” Kathryn’s legs part slightly, allowing me to nestle between them.

“Distracting you?” Her body wiggles beneath me as she lines her body up with mine. “Like this?” Kathryn snakes her hands under my t-shirt and scrapes her nails up and down my back.

Lowering my head, I pepper kisses from her mouth, down the column of her throat and then descend further down her body. I lift her nightgown and kiss her stomach. “I want this belly to hold my baby.” I continue kissing her stomach. “I want you pregnant, Kathryn.”

She pushes her fingers into my hair and tugs on the ends. “I’ve been thinking about it too.”

Lifting my head, I look up at her. “You have?” Kathryn nods and smiles. “Then why don’t we start trying?”

She takes a bracing breath as she averts her eyes. My stomach drops at her reluctant reply. “I want to, but...” Kathryn wets her lips before gulping. “I’m not sure now is a good time, Bennett. You’ll be taking office as of noon today, and so much is going to be crazy.”

“That won’t last for long.”

Kathryn’s brows rise. “Really? At least for the next four years, if not eight.”

I lay my head on her stomach, hating how we’re not in sync about having a baby. “I’m not waiting four damned years to become a father, Kathryn.”

“How about this?” She begins her negotiations. “If everything is going smoothly and neither of us are under too much stress, we can start trying to get pregnant around Christmas.”

“What?” I lift my head to look at her. “That’s eleven months away. No. I don’t want us to wait that long. By Easter,” I counter without giving Kathryn any wriggle room.

“Easter? Are you totally mad? That’s April, only three months away. No, that’s too close, Bennett. We won’t even be settled into our roles at the White House. No.” She shakes her head adamantly. “Best I can offer is November.”

“No.” I push off her and jump off the bed. “I’m not waiting that long. I want you pregnant with my baby sooner than later.”

Kathryn sits up in the bed and brings her knees up to hug them. She smirks and rolls her eyes. “I want a baby with you very badly, but I’m not ready yet, Bennett. I just need a little time to settle into this crazy new life of ours. Which, incidentally, is no longer ours. We now belong to the American people.”

I pace back and forth, attempting to understand Kathryn’s reservations. I stop walking and turn to stare at my beautiful wife. “My birthday. You’ll stop taking your pills and we’ll start trying on the night of my birthday.”

Her features soften while a small smile stretches her lips. “Come here.” Kathryn lifts her finger and beckons me over. “I think we need to practice, just to make sure we get it right, since your birthday’s in June.”

Yes! In June, we’re going to start trying for a baby. I rip my t-shirt off over my head, and lower my boxer briefs, exposing my hard cock. “Lay on your back, and hang your head over the side of the bed.”

Kathryn licks her lips slowly as she stares at me. Arching a brow, she bites her lower lip. She lifts her eyes to scan up my body before making eye contact with me. “I’m particularly hungry this morning, Mr. Adams.” Kathryn lays on her back with her head on the edge of the bed.

I lean down and whisper, “Fuck your fingers.”

“I serve at the pleasure of my president,” she says in a husky tone. Kathryn squirms out of her nightgown, exposing her perfect, beautiful body to me. She opens her legs, licks two of her fingers and slowly trails them down her body until she inserts them into her pretty pussy. “Hmmm,” she groans as she closes her eyes. With my knees on the edge of the bed on either side of her head, I lower myself until she’s taken my cock into her mouth. “Hmmm.” She slurps as she takes me in her mouth, and I slowly roll my hips to fuck her face.

I keep an eye on her fingers as they slowly play with her glistening pussy. She pulls her fingers out and they sparkle with her delicious wetness. I can’t restrain myself, not when it comes to my wife. I smack her hand away and bury my nose into her pussy. I can’t eat her the way I love, so I pull my face away and move off the bed. “You’re such a dirty girl,” I say. “But I need more. I’m starving for you.” I hold my hand out to her. She takes my hand and I help her off the bed. What started with me fucking her mouth has progressed to me needing more of her. I lie on the bed and gesture for her to come over to me. “Come here. Turn around, and sit on my face. I want to eat you while I fuck this mouth of yours.” I run my fingertips over her lips.

“And you say I’m a dirty girl. I think you’re a dirty man.”

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