He kept his gaze pinned on mine, and I couldn’t close my eyes or shift them if I wanted to. He had effectively transformed us from having sex to making love. His hands lit fire throughout my body at just the feel of them as he palmed my nipples.
He skimmed them repeatedly over my nipples, never quite closing his hands. We exchanged thrust for thrust as we rocked back and forth accepting and offering our bodies to one another in a fervent exchange.
Deuce grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer until our lips closed the last space between us. He tasted minty, as though he had just brushed his teeth, and I recalled that he had gotten up earlier this morning.
His tongue swept through my mouth, licking my teeth, sliding against my tongue, and then licking my lips. Our kiss was sweet and slow but powerfully passionate. We were locked together like that when I finally felt my body squeeze tight, choking the oxygen from my lungs and making my body sore. I released on Deuce and coated him with my juices. In exchange, he filled me with the gift of his seed, releasing hot mini missiles inside of me. I welcomed everything that he gave, wondering how he might feel if I were to get pregnant.
“Good morning,” he whispered against my lips before he brushed them with his and then kissed my forehead.
“Good morning, yourself, sir.”
“That was a beautiful wake-up call.”
“I thought you might appreciate it.”
He smiled and wiped the hair back from my forehead. “What did you dream about?”
“You.”
The smirk on his lips grew wider. “I think that I need you to dream about me every night.”
“I think we need to start being more careful.”
“About?”
“Not getting pregnant. I was thinking while we were having sex. I realized that we have never discussed protection, STD panels, or birth control. What the hell is wrong with us, Deuce?”
“Two people in love.”
“Two fools taking risks,” I countered.
He laughed and kissed my lips again. “I don’t have anything. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, and I also know that the last test I took came out clean. I don’t think that you’re at risk either.”
“How?”
“When you were admitted to the hospital, they took all types of tests on you, including a pregnancy test. I was in the room with Waverleigh when they shared the results with her.”
“Damn. I feel so violated. People were all in my coochie and uterus without my permission,” I teased, pressing a hand against my chest.
He laughed and tugged it away. Kissing my palm, he replied, “I assure you that it was all on the up and up. Besides, only the doctor and two nurses were in there when they performed an actual exam.”
“I guess I should be happy about that?”
“You absolutely should.”
“There’s pregnancy to be concerned about, though, Deuce. What if I get pregnant?” I asked, even as my belly tightened in anticipation of his answer. My heart tumbled as I watched his facial expression.
“What if? I mean, we haven’t been worried about it. We did nothing to prevent it, so why worry about it now?”
“This is a kid we’re talking about. Not something casual like picking up a cold or virus. A child requires a lifetime commitment, Deuce. It includes building a family.”
“What do you think that we’re working on?”
“I’m not sure. We haven’t talked about it.” I pushed my worries aside because nothing had been confirmed.
“I did. In the dressing room. I told you the minute that I gave you this good dick, you belonged to me,” he explained, flexing his dick inside of me. I giggled and pulled back just a little, but he wrapped an arm around my lower back and pulled me closer.
“That is not a discussion. That was you flexing, pretty much the way you just did.”
