He buried himself deep, kissing me even deeper, then rocked gently until I wrapped my legs around his waist and arched against him.
“Show me hard, baby,” I begged, but instead of obliging, he pulled out of me and I growled in frustration.
“Shh, Angel, I’m gonna take care of you.”
He kissed his way down my body, then he ran his tongue over my clit and through my soaked folds. Slipping two fingers inside of me, he swept my walls and I whimpered with need.
“You want it hard, baby?”
“Yes,” I rasped.
“I want you on your knees, but I’m gonna keep my fingers right where they are. You think you can manage that?”
I nodded and we moved in tandem as I repositioned myself onto all-fours. He kissed my right butt cheek, his fingers moving inside of me again. “Good girl.”
Slipping his digits out of me, he ran one against my tight hole and I licked my lips as I moaned. “When we get home and you’re settled, I’m gonna play here. It’ll be something for us to look forward to.”
“Okay,” I whispered, my body shivering with the promise.
He guided his dick into me, squeezing my bottom. “Ready, Angel?”
“Yes,” I hissed.
“Brace.”
I braced and he slammed into me, harder and harder, over and over until I shoved my face in a pillow and screamed his name as I came. It took him a few more thrusts, and then we fell onto the mattress and he rolled us onto our sides in spoon fashion, kissing the nape of my neck gently. “I fucking love you, Lyric.”
I grinned. “I fucking love you too, Lincoln.”
His hand slid to my belly. “How’s our baby?”
“So far so good.” I closed my eyes, covering his hand with mine and linking our fingers. “Do you think he’ll be okay?”
“She’llbe perfect, Angel. I have no doubt we’ll have a healthy and happy little blip who’ll keep us up all night.” He slid out of me and kissed my shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”
* * *
Doom
I cleaned up in the bathroom and walked back into the bedroom to find Lyric crying softly. “Angel, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t know,” she said on a groan. “I’m just sad.”
I forced back a chuckle and slid back under the covers, pressing a warm washcloth between her legs. “Come here.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and burrowed against me, kissing my throat. “I hate these fucking hormones, Doom. Seriously. I’ve cried more in the past few weeks than I have my entire life.”
I lifted her chin and kissed her wet cheek. “Maybe this is Mother Nature’s way of telling you it’s time to let it all out.”
“Are you ready for your woman to be a sobby, stabby mess for the next six years?”
“Six years?”
“You said you want multiple kids, so…”
I chuckled. “Yeah, baby, if you’re willin’ to give me multiple kids, I’ll take you sobby and stabby.”
She smacked my chest. “Wrong answer.”
