On impulse, I reach out and pinch his arm.
"What was that for?" he asks, surprised but not slowing his rhythm.
I laugh breathlessly. "Sorry. I needed to make sure this wasn't a dream."
He places a hand on my back and pulls me close until we're face to face, our breath mingling. His other hand cups my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin.
"This isn't a dream, Sidney. This is real. And I hope it keeps being real for a long time."
I blink, trying to focus through the haze of pleasure. "What do you mean?"
"I mean I want all of this," he says, his words followed by a deep thrust that makes me gasp. "My son, you, eating meals together, late-night talks, and yeah, the fucking incredible sex. I'm not leaving this time. I'd love it if you didn't either."
"You're crazy," I tell him, even as my heart races at his words. "We hadn't spoken in two years before yesterday."
"You're right," he concedes, his hands moving to my hips again. "But sometimes you just know. I left once when I should have stayed. I'm not making the same mistake again, not when this feels so damn right."
I shake my head, laughing softly. "You're insane to ask me to stay while you're buried inside me."
"I know," he grins, thrusting up harder. "But there's no right time to ask the mother of your child not to leave."
My heart feels like it might burst, but I decide to play along.
"If you want me to stay," I challenge, "you'll have to fuck me better than anyone ever has."
His smile widens, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "You asked for it," he warns.
Before I can respond, he stands up, lifting me with him. I quickly wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to his shoulders. He holds me with seemingly little effort, supporting my weight with one arm while using his other hand to guide himself back inside me.
"Fuck, you're strong," I gasp, impressed. I know I'm not light, especially after having Max, but he holds me like I weigh nothing.
He starts kissing my neck, his lips hot against my skin. I tilt my head back, giving him better access as he begins to thrust into me. Each movement gets faster, harder, his powerful thighs and arms together to drive his cock deeper inside me.
I'm losing control, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he pounds into me. He bites his lower lip at the pain but doesn't slow down, doesn't complain.
The orgasm builds rapidly, more intense than the first. My legs tighten around his waist, my head falling back as the waves of pleasure crash over me. My arms flail beside me, but Dean's grip remains steady, making sure I don't fall as I come apart in his arms.
He doesn't stop or even slow down through my climax, prolonging it until I'm trembling and gasping his name. I'venever felt anything like this before, so completely out of control yet perfectly safe.
As my orgasm subsides, I slump forward against his chest, exhausted and boneless with satisfaction. He holds me close with one hand on my back while he continues to thrust, his rhythm growing erratic.
"Fuck, Sidney, I can't hold back anymore," he warns, his voice strained.
I turn my head, my lips brushing his ear. "Finish inside me," I whisper.
"Sounds like one kid isn't enough for you," he teases, his voice rough.
"Maybe it isn't," I reply, surprising myself with the admission.
Something in my words pushes him over the edge. His pace falters, and he thrusts deep one final time, holding me against him as he pulses inside me. I feel every hot jet of his release, and it triggers another small orgasm of my own.
He gives a few more shallow thrusts, making sure I've milked every last drop from him, before laying me back on the couch. He steps back, his eyes fixed between my legs where I can feel his cum starting to leak out.
"Enjoying the view?" I ask, too satisfied to feel self-conscious.
"Best fucking view I've ever seen," he says with a grin. Then, more seriously, "Did you mean what you said? About wanting another kid?"
I consider the question, surprised by my own answer. "Yes. I always wanted three, actually. But I haven't thought about it in a long time. Couldn't afford the one I had, let alone more."
