“Yes, that.”
“I remember,” he said, smiling at his nighttime apparition. “I remember that very well.”
“Well, you see…”
She drew in a great breath and took one of his hands in hers. He seemed confused by her actions until she placed his hand on her belly, where the first quickenings and flutters of butterflies in her stomach combined to make her feel quite ill.
“You don’t mean?”
“I do.”
“Unlock me, Lucy,” he said hoarsely. She must have been mistaken, but she thought she saw the hint of tears in his eyes.
She fumbled with the key as emotions overtook her. Any reaction from him, good or bad, would send forth a torrent of her tears now. She was so overwhelmed with feelings and alsowet and needy for no cock but his. How he acted now would determine everything.
The cage clicked open, and Lucy worked with Adam to draw the chastity device from his body. She regarded the marks on his cock from where he’d pressed into the wires as he’d grown hard from her presence. Running one finger along the indentations, she traced her meridians of control over this powerful man.
“Don’t touch me, Lucy,” he ground out.
She drew back immediately as if burned. Was this to be the end?
“Mount me. I want that quim surrounding my cock as I tell you some things.”
She clambered up, and together, they fit his cockhead at her entrance. Once he was in position, she lowered herself onto him, reveling in the feeling of riding a man for the first time.
“Slowly now,” he whispered. “I’m barely holding on, and I’ve a hair trigger.”
“Maybe you didn’t hear, but the baby is already growing. You knocked me up, so there’s no reason to hold back now,” she said.
“Ahh, but how am I supposed to learn to control myself without practice?” he asked, letting her determine the speed and depth of their coupling.
She felt full and good and uncertain about the direction of this conversation.
“I assume you’ll wanta littlespace between babies,” he continued. “So I’ll need to learn to control myself. Just a little.”
She felt a tremor of hope. Was he saying what she thought he was?
“You want more than one child? By me?” She supposed she'd need to insist on a house where she could live with these offspring of his. And nurses and governesses and…shoes.
“I want as many as you’ll give me,” he said, finally bucking up into her as he’d wanted to do for so long.
Adam was thick and hot and stroking her belly reverently. If only he’d touch her lower and make her explode with pleasure. She could barely follow their conversation because of how close she was to ecstatic release. But she needed to know more about how he imagined their relationship to work with all of these imagined children!
“I hate to interrupt this most pleasurable interlude, but I wonder if you might like to check my dressing room. Where the watches used to be,” he said.
Lucy stilled on his lap, then rose from his body and the bed in succession. What on earth could be so important that she needed to stop fucking him and pause their conversation?
Adam remained on the bed, adding pillows behind his back and turning the gas lights up so he might see his love’s face when she returned.
Return she did, her expression guarded.
“It was on the velvet,” she said faintly. “Ultramarine velvet. Like the watches.”
“Do you like it?” he asked encouragingly.
Lucy held out the enormous diamond ring, her hand shaking. This object was far too precious for her to toss into a bag and take home. It also meant something to him, but she needed to hear him explain his intent.
“Back up here, love,” he said, patting his thighs. “We have things to discuss.”
