“I want you inside, baby.”
Our lips connected as I freed his dick, but when I slid down it, the sizzling breath I inhaled forced me to break away from the kiss. Beethoven moaned and lowered himself further, angling me to have the perfect target—my G-spot. My chin trembled and eyes tightened as pleasure filled me. It didn’t matter how often he was inside of me; I never got tired of it. Never got bored of it. Always wanted more of it—wanted more of him.
Time seemed to still when we became one. I didn’t know where I was or how much time passed. All I could focus on was how good he was making me feel. When he squeezed my waist and groaned, I knew he was about to cum. Beethoven lifted his hips to match my strokes, and the friction caused me to cum right along with him.
He flipped us over and pressed my back into the sofa. I watched as his saliva dripped down onto my clit before he covered it with his thumb.
“Ooh shit,” I hummed, toes curling as my spine tingled.
“Damn, Whiskee. Your pussy keeps getting wetter and wetter.”
“It’s because I wanted you so bad and you feel so damn good,” I moaned, tweaking my nipples.
“Good enough to cum on daddy again?”
“Yesss.”
“Be my good girl and cum.”
My back arched off the sofa and eyes snapped shut as his strokes hardened but kept their same pace. When he applied pressure under the hood of my clit, I squirted and came. Beethoven growled as he came inside of me again. Once we regained our composure, Beethoven picked me up and carried me to our master bathroom. We showered together and made slower love before washing again and getting out. After we dressed, I headed to the kitchen to finally start on our dinner.
I wasn’tsure when was the best time to broach the subject. I watched as Beethoven mixed yams and mac and cheese. We also had fried chicken and mustard greens. This was his favorite soul food meal, and for the conversation I wanted to have, I needed to do everything I could to soften him.
“I want another baby,” I blurted before drinking some of my red Kool-Aid, because suddenly, my mouth went dry.
Beethoven paused mid-bite. I thought he was about to put his fork down, so when he slowly put it in his mouth as he stared at me, I laughed softly.
He waited until he was finished chewing to respond with, “I’m not risking losing you again, Whiskee. For nothing. You know that.”
“I know, Beethoven. That’s why I had my tubes tied.”
“Then why are we discussing this?”
“Are we actually going to discuss it, or have you already made up your mind?”
“I guess it depends on what you’re asking for. I told youafter you flatlined on that fucking bed that I wouldneverlet you put yourself in that position again. If that means Winston will be our only child, he’s more than enough for me.”
“And he’s enough for me, too, but I also want at least one more child, baby. I have a way to do it without me having to carry the baby.” I covered his hand with mine. “I can’t imagine how hard it was for you to see me flatline. And trust me, I don’t want to ever experience that again. Winston is our miracle baby. I almost lost him too.” My eyes watered at the thought, and his did too. He quickly brushed a tear away and hung his head. “But I want another baby. I want a daughter with your eyes and my personality. I want Winston to grow up with a sibling and best friend he can count on for the rest of his life.”
He released a shaky breath and nodded. “Okay, bae. What did you have in mind? Adoption?”
“No. Surrogacy. That way the baby can still be biologically ours. I just won’t have to carry them.”
His body deflated, which was a good sign.
“Okay. That can work. Did you have anyone in mind? Or will we need to work with a company?”
“Actually, yes. I—Mahogany. I was talking to her about how I wanted another baby and that I preferred to have him or her before Winston turned two next year. We discussed all the options, and when surrogacy came up, she offered. Of course I would love for her to be our surrogate. I don’t think I would really trust anyone else for something like this.”
“And she’s really okay with that? She hasn’t had her own child yet.”
“True, but she doesn’t really want to start her own family. Her brand deals are coming in like crazy, and she’senjoying living for herself. I don’t think Mahogany will ever want the responsibility of her own children, but she said she would be honored to slow down long enough to carry our baby.”
Beethoven lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed it. “After you died, I made up in my mind I didn’t want any more babies because I refused to risk your health and life. Now that you’re telling me there’s a chance we can expand our family . . .” He smiled, and the sight of it made my heart squeeze. “Let’s do it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
