Only want her more.
Onlyneedher more.
She rocks her hips against me at a slow, delicious pace and whimpers when my cock head slides against her wet folds. The blanket falls around her waist and I brush it away, exposing her fully.
“You’re so goddamned sexy,” I praise, massaging her lower back as I devour every inch of her. Her golden skin glows in the moonlight and when her head tips back, her long hair brushing against my fingers, I can’t help but get caught up in her. “A fucking goddess, baby doll. My goddess. My wife. My woman. My everything.”
Shiloh quickens her pace, gripping my shoulders for support. “Logan.” Her throat bobs. “I love you so much. More than I ever thought possible. You’ve…” She breaks off, her body shuddering as emotion and lust fill her gaze. “You’ve been incredible. My rock. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
With one hand on her ass, I reach up and thread my fingers through her hair, tipping her head back to look up at me. “And you’ll never have to find out.”
She blinks back another tear. “Make love to me.”
I pause, tightening my hold. My eyes flit between hers, looking for honesty, looking to make sure she’s really okay with this.
“Baby, we don’t have to.” I shake my head. “It’s okay if you’re not up for it. I’m happy to just hold you.”
She untangles my hand from her hair and guides my fingers down her body, not stopping until we’ve reached her warm cunt. Our eyes track the path our joined hands take and we collectively suck in a breath as I brush my thumb across her wet clit.
“Do I feel like I’m not up for it?” she asks breathily. I groan, thrusting my hips up so my cock can get in on the action. Shiloh whimpers again. “Make love to me, Daddy. Please?”
I rub my thumb across her delicate bundle of nerves, watching as goosebumps break out over her skin. “You never have to beg, baby, but you do it so damn well.”
Still, I don’t jump to fuck her. I want to. God, do I want to.
But not even ten minutes ago, my girl was breaking in my arms and I don’t want to do anything to make this worse for her. Especially with what tomorrow is.
“Do you want me to wear a condom, Shi?” I murmur.
For a few months after we lost Lilah, we decided to stop trying. It was too much for both of us. It wasn’t until Shi and I took up couples counseling that we got through the worst of it, healed together.
Some months are still too hard.
Some months, when she’s fertile, we skip sex altogether.
For Shiloh, it’s easier than agonizing over plastic sticks. There’s peace in knowing she can’t possibly be pregnant if we didn’t try. If that’s what she needs right now, I’d do it. I’d do it and so much more just to make her feel better.
I don’t know what I’m expecting her to do, but like always, my woman catches me off guard.
Leaning forward, she kisses me, hard and hot. Her small hands wrap around my neck, tugging me closer, pulling me in so I’m flush against her body. Her breasts press into my chest, her soft belly and hips slammed up against mine. I groan into her mouth, devouring her, drinking in her taste.
We fall into the kiss, making out like teenagers. It doesn’t take long for all thoughts beyondherto leave me. My hands trail over her body, rememorizing every curve and dip. The feel of her soft skin, the way she molds to my body perfectly.
When she pulls back, my vision is blurry and I’m panting for breath. Shiloh pushes up to her knees and grips my cock, sliding my leaking tip through her wetness.
“Baby,” I breathe, my fingertips digging into her hips. “Baby, you gotta answer me before I lose my mind. Do you want me to wear—”
“No,” she murmurs, cutting me off. Her eyes flick up to mine, even as she continues to torture me in the sweetest way. “I know we’re supposed to just enjoy ourselves. That Dr. Brink said to have fun and stop tracking the calendar, but I’m ovulating, and…” She breaks off with a shrug.
“I know, baby doll. I know.”
No matter how hard this journey’s been, Shiloh has never lost hope. Has never given up.
I grip my cock, guiding the tip to her entrance. I pause even though it kills me to not slam up inside her warmth and fuck her nice and deep. Instead, I grip her jaw with my free hand, bringing us nose to nose.
“No matter what happens, never forget that I love you and what we have right this second is enough. Got me?”
“I got you,” she whispers. Her eyes are hooded as she flicks them up to mine. “Now breed me, Daddy.”
And, goddamnit, I pray to all that is holy that I do.
