We’re both still dressed, apart from where our bodies are joined, but I wish she were naked. I wish I could see her perfect breasts and hard nipples. I wish I could trace her tattoos with my tongue and taste the tiny stars that are dotted across her collarbones.
I’m obsessed with everything about my wife, and even if I didn’t know we were created solely for each other, I’d still want her. I’d still crave and desire her. But I don’t have to covet her, because she’s mine. She wears my ring and claims my name. Soon she’ll be filled with my baby, and I can’t wait.
“I love you,” I whisper against her lips, tasting her gasping breath on my tongue, and taking it into myself, wanting more. “I love your mind, your body, your soul, and the baby I’m going to put into you. I love you, wife,” I growl into our kiss, imbuing each touch of our lips with a promise and an oath. “I’m yours, Octavia. All yours.”
“Mine,” she whimpers back seconds before her body splinters, and she cries out, her cunt clamping down on my dick as she vibrates, her muscles gripping and releasing over and over with her release.
Her orgasm triggers mine. My dick is already so hard that when she tightens her channel, gripping me like her body is demanding I breed her, I can’t hold it back any longer. My balls draw up and I come, feeling my release bursting from my dick to flood her womb and claim it as my own.
Instead of lifting her up so I can watch my cum drip out of her, I wrap my arms around her and roll us so she’s beneath me. Lying across the couch, I hold her with my dick still inside of her, keeping my weight braced on my elbows so I don’t crush her.
“Legs around my waist,” I order, lifting her ass off the cushions and positioning her with her pelvis tilted to give my cum the best chance of finding an egg. I don’t know where in her cycle she is, but birth control isn’t one hundred percent effective,and if there’s even a slim chance that she could get pregnant right now, I want to exploit that.
“What are you doing?” she asks with a giggle, her cheeks flushed.
“Keeping my cum inside you and giving it a direction to head in.”
“You’re ridiculous. You can’t get me pregnant right now.”
“When was your last period?”
“Knight, you can’t ask me that?” she gasps.
“I want to know everything about you.”
“Yeah, well, some things are private.”
“Not between us,” I inform her casually.
“So…what? You expect me to tell you how heavy I am each day?” she asks, rolling her eyes at me.
“I’m sure I’ll be aware of that,” I tell her.
“How exactly will you be aware of how heavy my periods are?” she shrieks.
“Because I bathe you each morning, and I’ll be helping.”
“How the fuck do you intend to help me?”
“Do you use tampons?” I question.
“Are you seriously offering to put my tampons in for me?” she yells, her eyes wide.
“Yes.”
“Oh my god. No, Knight. Absolutely not. I am off limits when I’m on my period. I’m cranky, and I get horrible PMS. The best thing you can do is just stay away from me for a week a month.”
“No.”
“No?” she repeats.
“No, I will not be staying away from you. I did a little research, and I believe that orgasms provide relief from cramps and other hormonal imbalances. While I’m more than happy to continue our normal sexual encounters during your period, if you’d prefer, I can just use my fingers.”
Blinking, she stares up at me with an unreadable expression on her face.
“I’m sorry…what? Did you seriously just offer to finger bang me while I’m on my period?”
“Yes. One study outlined that a schedule of manual stimulation several times a day almost entirely relieved any period-related pain.”
