“Which sex acts, Francesca?”
“Things like non-penetrative sex. While undoubtedly pleasurable, it would be a distraction from the main goal here.”
“So the goal is a baby, and I’ve been doing some research.”
“Oh?” She looked hopeful, or maybe she liked the idea of me doing research.
I pushed down my sweats, my briefs with them. “On orgasms. How more powerful ones can trigger uterine contractions and draw the sperm to the egg.”
Her eyes were focused on my cock, which I now took in hand—and stroked.
She pushed her thighs together. Perfect.
“That’s not all I found out. Eyes up here, Doc.”
She glared at me, but I could see that hint of humor playing on her lips. “Are you saying you don’t want me to pay attention to your penis?”
“Not when I’m telling you all about my scientific findings. Take off that sweatshirt.”
She peeled it off, revealing a white bra, trimmed in lace. And whaddya know? As suspected, the doc had a gorgeous rack with beautiful swells above the border of the cups.
My thirteen-year-old self high-fived present-day me.
“Carry on,” she murmured.
“What’s that?” Those pretty tits …
“Your scientific findings.”
Right. “So a woman’s orgasm changes the pH balance of her pussy?—”
“Vagina.”
Now it was my turn to suppress a smile. “So it’s more receptive to a guy’s swimmers. Leggings off. Now.”
“To be precise,” she said, “the orgasm changes the vaginal pH to more closely match the pH of the sperm sample. This creates a more hospitable environment for the sperm.” At the mention of sperm, her eyes fell to my cock, so I moved in a little closer.
“Love it when you talk dirty, Doc. You’re overdressed.”
“Oh, right!” Pushing off her leggings, she left on white panties. They matched the bra, and I could see the dark shadow of her pubic hair. I liked that she wasn’t overly groomed down there.
“So we’re agreed, orgasms are good for the baby-making process.”
“They’re good, but they can be just as easily achieved with (a) missionary for you, and (b) masturbation for me. Any bonus sexual acts are leaning into the pleasure aspect rather than the procreation.”
I curled my hand around her jaw. “If I can create an earthquake inside you, baby, then that’s gonna send my swimmers straight to home base. And if you can milk my cock with, first, your tight little fist, then your greedy pussy, then I’m going to shoot so hard your eggs will be screaming for my boys. Now how about you touch my cock and let me show you how good this baby-making business can be?”
Chapter Twenty-One
Franky
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I had always suspected Jason Isner was a crude-mouthed asshole jock at his core.
What I had never suspected was how much it would turn me on.
While the science on penetration, sperm volume, and vaginal pH was mixed, the basics were the same: get the sperm into the uterus. And if we could enjoy the process along the way, then what was the harm?
