Edmund chuckled, then stilled. “What if we make a baby tonight?”
“We won’t know if we’ve made a baby for some time.”
“I suppose we’ll have to keep trying for an heir until we’re certain.”
“But we’re not making an heir, are we?” she asked, planting a kiss at the corner of his mouth.
“Aren’t we?”
“We’re attempting to make a child.”
“Is that so very different?” he asked, dipping his head to return the kiss in the same spot on her mouth.
“It is indeed. This baby won’t belong to the marquessate like your entailed estates, but to us.”
“That sounds far less daunting than creating an heir,” said Edmund, bringing his thumb to her nub, which made her jolt. “So sensitive.”
“Can you blame me? I’ve been wet and ready for you for ages, Edmund,” she whined as he pressed that hard shaft in and out.
“Are you ready to take this load I’ve got for you? Ready to carry my child?”
“Yes, but…” she said, trailing off.
Edmund slowed his thrusts. “What is it, love? What can I do for you?”
At that moment, Ann knew he truly would do anything for her. It filled her heart with hope, and it gave her courage to voice her deepest desires.
“While reading books…” she started. “I saw things.”
Edmund smiled, liking where this conversation was going. He did so love books. Why, he was so thankful for their existence he might endow several new libraries. But first, he needed to hear what his wife had to say.
“It’s just that animals are so good at having babies,” she said shyly, holding her breasts as Edmund’s gentle thrusts set them swaying. She toyed with her own nipples, seemingly not realizing she was doing it.
"That they are," said Edmund, noting the direction this was going but wanting to avoid rushing anything now that he was finally uniting with his wife. For good.
“Well,” she said, licking her lips. “Perhaps if we were to do things in the animal way, your seed might take better. Faster.”
“I think you’re right, Annie. We should try it. To get a baby fast.”
“Yes, yes, exactly,” she said, coming to her hands and knees. She looked back for reassurance and he nodded his head encouragingly. Then Ann dropped her shoulders low and Edmund groaned.
She popped back up. “Are you unwell?”
Edmund gently directed her back down and took in her body, spread before him. “You want me to rut you like a bull?” he asked, letting his cockhead rest at her entrance so she could feel the stretch of taking him from this angle. From behind.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned. Edmund could hear the pleasured smile in her voice and inched his hips forward so she’d feel every bit of him entering her. Breeding her. Filling her.
“Are you going to stay still, my little cow, while I rut you? And give you a baby?”
“Yes, husband,” she said, her back arching as he bottomed out in her channel.
Edmund groaned, feeling her ripple around him as her pleasure intensified at their play. “You do that and I’ll come too fast, darling.”
He worked himself in and out, watching her take him so well. He needed to make her spend so he could let these aching balls unload.
When Edmund applied his fingertips to her nub, at first Ann twisted reflexively, then she grabbed the sheets and broke around him, her channel working against and around him until he felt his belly and spine try to meet as he came.
On reflex, he nearly pulled himself from his wife’s wet clasp, but recovered his senses in time to stay within her hold and press himself deep as he seeded her womb.
