“I’ll make arrangements for dinner too then,” I advise her, wondering how I can convince her not to book clients after 1700 hours from now on.
“Things will settle down soon. I just have a backlog of appointments,” she says, but I’m not sure if she’s trying to convince me or herself.
She’s quiet when we get home, snuggling into the corner of the couch with her sketchbook and pens while I make us dinner. After we’ve eaten the chicken and veg noodles, she washes the dishes, then cleans the kitchen before sitting back down and pulling her sketch pad back into her lap.
“This is for one of your clients tomorrow?” I ask, peering over at the ornate snake she’s drawing.
“Yeah. I’ve already done a few pieces on this guy, but this is for the back of his calf. Have you ever considered getting any tattoos?” she asks, dropping the pad to her lap so she can twist around to face me.
“No,” I answer honestly.
“I assumed whoever I ended up with would be covered in tats, but I like how perfect your body is. It’d be a shame to hide all those muscles beneath any ink.”
“You said you wanted to have a baby,” I blurt, unable to hold the words in any longer. My dick swells at the memory of her saying it to me earlier, but I don’t bother to hide it. I want her to know how much the idea of breeding her turns me on.
“I did,” she tentatively admits. “But?—”
“I can’t wait to watch you grow our child. You’re already perfect, but seeing you with our baby…it’s going to be everything.”
Sighing, her shoulders sag a little. “Having a baby right now is crazy,” she whispers.
“You like it when I fill your cunt with my cum. Now that we’re trying for a baby, I’m going to keep you full of me.”
“But you like to watch it drip out of me,” she purrs seductively.
“I’ll love knowing that we’re making a baby even more. Once you’re pregnant, I’ll have months to watch my cum drip out of you, but for now, we need to keep it all inside of you.”
Her eyes flash, heating with a need that echoes my own.
“Come here, wife,” I say, taking the pad from her lap before I lift her up and position her on top of me.
“From now on, I think we should instigate a no underwear in the house rule.”
“What about when we have guests?” She giggles.
“Why would we have guests?” I question seriously.
Reaching beneath her skirt, I find her hot pussy and cup it, rubbing at her clit through the fabric of her panties.
“Oh god, Knight, I need you to fuck me,” she begs.
Lifting her up, I try to pull her panties down, then realize it’s going to be impossible to get them off her legs without rippingthem. Grabbing her by the hips, I place her on her feet between my legs and peel her panties off, leaving her to step out of them while I unfasten my belt and push my jeans and boxers down, letting my rock-hard cock bounce free.
“Jesus. Are we really doing this? I think my birth control jab is due soon, so in a couple of weeks, I could get pregnant. This is insane,” she blurts.
Spreading my legs wider, I lift her up, then place her on my lap, straddling my thighs, her skirt covering her and hiding everything from my view.
“Lift your skirt up,” I demand, reaching between us and fisting my dick, guiding it to her entrance the moment she bunches her skirt at her waist.
My stomach clenches as the head of my dick breaches her body and is slowly sucked deeper into the heat and warmth of her cunt. Being inside her feels incredible, like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
Instead of slowly sinking down, she slams herself onto my lap, impaling herself on my dick until her ass is pressing against my thighs. Her mouth falls open in a silent gasp as I reposition myself, pulling her toward me, allowing me to sink an inch deeper.
“Oh fuck,” she silently mouths, keeping her skirt bunched in one hand, while she curls the other around my neck.
“Perfect,” I tell her, grabbing her hips in my hands and helping her bounce up and down my cock.
Every time her ass lands on my lap, she moans, and I feel my own eyes trying to roll back into my head because the pleasure is so intense. It takes all my self-control not to pump my cum into her cunt, but I want this to last. I want to stay inside her for as long as possible, and that means stopping myself from coming, at least for now.
