“Don’t like anyone looking at me?”
“I can’t begrudge the orphans or kittens the benefit of your time.”
So she didn’t like anyone seeing me half-naked, not even on behalf of innocent kittens. This revelation was incredible.
“Now, only you get to see me. Right here. Right now.” Another stroke, and pre-come seeped over my fingers.
She licked her lips.
Fuckkkk. I wanted that pretty, smart mouth on me, but that would defeat the object of this exercise, which was to get my sperm inside her sweet, hot pussy. I resolved to make it my mission: one day, I’d fuck her mouth, watch her take me all in, and unload down her throat.
Today it was enough to have her want me and not know what to do with it.
She moved a hand to my thigh and gave a light scrape of her nails over the skin. I could feel her energy vibrating, her need this bright, brilliant thing. Maybe it was the baby fever, but I liked to think it was also me.
“As much as you want, Francesca.”
“W-what?”
“Touch me wherever you want.” Or yourself. I didn’t say that aloud, though I had to wonder how wet she was. I knew having an orgasm when she did the insemination was supposed to aid in encouraging my boys to swim their little tails off.
Her hand curved around my thigh, in between. I parted my legs to give her access.
“Could I cup your testes?”
All praise the doc’s vocabulary. That shouldn’t have been hot, but here the fuck we were.
“Cup away.”
She fondled and gave a light squeeze, and Christ, that was so damn good. Her fingers were warm, curious, and when she palmed my balls with a slight roughness, I lifted a couple of inches off the bed.
My hand flew faster along the length of my cock, the sensations building and building in a way I recognized. “I’m gonna come.”
She continued to cup and stroke my heavy balls, her slender fingertips driving me wild.
“Francesca, I’m—baby, get the cup.”
“What? Oh, right!”
She grabbed the cup off the table and held it over the crown on my dick just as I came. This orgasm was definitely longer and more powerful than before. Not sure if that meant a higher volume, but it felt like more.
More chances of hitting that egg. Boom.
I took the cup from her and scooped up as much as I could. I got the impression she was reluctant to touch my dick—apparently my balls were her line in the sand.
I handed the cup off. “Just gonna clean up.”
She nodded as I grabbed my clothes and headed to the bathroom. A quick wash—and the addition of clothes, because not dressing would seem presumptuous—and I headed out to the room.
Franky sat on the bed, her hands on her lap, all prim and back to business.
“You okay?”
“I don’t think you realize how grateful I am, Jason.”
She sounded so serious, nothing like the tease of before. I took a seat beside her.
“I get it.”
