As I saunter towards the bed, I peel off my sweats so that by the time I climb up between her spread thighs, I am as bare as she is. Della cradles me to her, limbs closing tight around me. Her tits are fuller and bigger now that she breastfeeds, overflowing in my big hand. I squeeze a nipple, my dick jerking as the milk soaks my hand before I bend, suckling it all up.
“I still love how sweet it is,” I hum as I suck at her nipple greedily, my dick surging between her thighs. “I would keep you pregnant just to get this in my mouth. I love having you on my tongue while I am inside you.”
Beneath me she sighs, her back arching to fill my mouth with her breast. I reach down with my other hand, rubbing at her mound before I sink two fingers inside her. Wet and sticky. We never get enough of each other. My cock leaks onto her thigh, hungry to get inside her and fill her up so I have a chance at getting her pregnant again.
Before I do, I worship her body, marking every single inch of it with my hands and mouth. I suck marks at her thighs before I savor her sweet pussy. I make her come in my mouth, jerking my cock to relieve the painful need before I feed myself inside her. Once I do, she moans my name so softly, the way she did the first time I ever tasted her.
“God, I love you,” I husk as I make love to her, caging her in with my arms, gaze locked on her beautiful face.
“I love you. I love you,” she pants, thighs rubbing at my ribs as she drags me closer. “Love you so much, Dole. My savior. My good guy. The hero of my life. You saved me, baby. You gave me a life and I love it.”
“Good because I love our life too. Love our family. Love what we found when you came speeding into my town and my life.”
We come together with quiet cries of pleasure. After, we lay in the dark talking the way we did the first night I brought her home. We talk about camping. About taking our kids out to enjoy the earth and rough it a little. And we talk about having more babies or stopping now with our two.
“No, baby, I want more. I love being a mama. Love being pregnant. I said I would have as many as you could give me. You done giving me babies, Deputy?”
“Never,” I growl playfully, loving her a little more every single minute. “I will keep giving you babies as long as you want them, darlin’.”
“Good. Now, show me again how much you love me, put another one in me, Deputy.”
“I can do that, darlin’. I can do that.”
And I do. Or at least, I give it my very best and I will keep giving her my best for the rest of my life.
