“All of the above,” he agrees, quickening his thrusts just a bit more, giving me just enough room to lift and lower against him.
“Fee,” he breathes into my ear.
I tighten my hold on his fingers.
“Knees,” he commands just before taking our linked hands, putting them beneath my abdomen to help sit me up. I expected just knees, but he aligns our bodies, both of us on our knees, sitting on our feet as we lift and lower together.
“You’re so deep,” I cry out.
“Too much?”
“No, no. Just right.”
The pleasure has spread. He takes our hands and places them over my breasts, tweaking my nipples, as we move even faster.
“Faster,” I murmur. I want more. I need everything.
“Yes. Faster.”
His right hand continues to fondle my breast, while the left reaches down between my legs to rub his index finger over my clit.
“No, please,” I beg. “It’s too much.”
His balls slapping against my clit feel better than his fingers, so he repositions them over my hip, guiding my movements as he thrusts harder and harder.
I lift my arms above my head to wrap them around him behind me.
“I feel you. So hot and wet. You’re so close.”
“Almost…” I mutter as the flutters begin.
The pleasure is right there, within my grasp. I reach for it and he meets me half way, giving me just what I need. With one more hard thrust, the pleasure multiples, stealing my breath. My pussy clenching around him as he slows his thrusts, groaning with each pulse of his orgasm, his cum splashing inside me.
He turns us to our sides, still inside me. I don’t want him to slip free just yet. Afraid he might, I control my breathing as best as I can.
“I’m ovulating,” I blurt out.
He continues with the motion of pushing the hair out of my face. “Are you sure you’re ready? I know you said you were on New Year’s, but we haven’t discussed it.”
“I haven’t been on birth control for two months. I want us to have a baby. I want to have our child growing inside me—a part of you,” I confess softly.
“The best parts of us,” he adds.
I nod, letting a tear fall.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“Yes. And before you ask, it’s not because you want it. I want it too. With you. I want everything with you, Fee,” he professes, tightening his hold on me.
“I love you so much, Cage. With everything in me.”
“I love you, Fee. With all that I am. Always and forever.”
I smile. “Only ever you.”
