His fingers swiped once more, delved once more, his focus intent on what he was doing as he surged deep with his fingers, twisting his hand up, so they swirled inside me, and sent more ripples of delight shooting up my body.
“Reckon I could make you come like this. You’re so fucking easy to get off. Weird, really, because you’re so hard to please in other ways.”
“Bite me, Rocket.”
His grin lit his face up. “Yeah, that could be fun.” He leaned down as his fingers continued thrusting, and sank his teeth into my thigh. He wasn’t biting hard enough to hurt, but the sting of pain combined with the pleasure of his fingers sent another lash of sensation along my nerve endings.
There was no way what he was doing would be enough to get me pregnant, like maybe there was a teeny tiny chance, but it wouldn’t be enough, would it? I’d tried for months to get pregnant, almost a year. If the bastard ex managed to get someone else up the duff, then maybe the problem was me.
“I…”
“Yeah, babe, you want more cum. I get it. Easier to get it from the source though, so I’m gonna fuck you again now.”
Rocket moved, and positioned himself between my legs again, dragging his rigid, heated cock over my abdomen, and between my pussy lips. I was definitely wet enough for this, but he paused, his dark eyes on mine again.
“Thisiswhat you want, right? I’m not just steamrollering you or something? Like… if I’m able to give you a baby, you want that, don’t you?”
My god. He was offering me everything I’d ever wanted, and if the baby looked like him, it’d be a beautiful little thing too, with those expressive eyes, and that hidden intelligence.
“Yes. Please, Rocket, yes!”
“Wow, you do have manners after all.” I slapped his chest but a moment later I was gripping his shoulder, gasping with pleasure, and a little pain, as he thrust inside me. This time it wasn’t an easy glide, it was a sharp slam of flesh inside flesh, like the very idea of impregnating me was making it hotter for him too.
“Gonna knock you up, woman. Fill you with my cum.” Ugh.
“Stop. Fucking. Speaking!” I dragged his face to mine, using my lips and tongue to shut him up.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ihad no ideawhy I was so into this, why I was willing to fucking get a woman pregnant, but maybe it was a full circle thing. I’d thought I’d be a father, but it was all bull. This time, I was aware, I was going into it fully understanding what was happening. I was making the choice. I was choosing fatherhood. Choosing it with a woman who was fast becoming my every waking thought. Someone I could trust, someone I could rely on. Someone who’d never hurt me like I’d been hurt before, because she’d been there too. She knew. She understood.
“Yeah, babe… take it deeper, that’s it…ohhh… can you feel that? I’m fucking owning you with this cock.”
“Shhhh… I’m gaggingyounext time, Rocket.” Next time. Fuck yeah, there’d be a next time. And a time after that, and so on, because making a baby takes practice. It takes time. Most people aren’t lucky enough for it to happen the first time. For me, the luck was in having to do it more often. Who the hell doesn’t want more sex, right?
I literally felt a tingle down my spine as I came, not because of that being where I normally feel sensation when I come, because let’s be honest, I feel that in my fucking junk. No, this was because this might be more important than just getting off. This might be the moment that life is created.
I don’t know if V even got off with me, so I reached down to stroke her clit, circling it as I held myself deep inside her, grinning as she started to gasp again. I leaned on one elbow, staying fully connected with her, while I teased and caressed her clit, and when she erupted, hell, I feel like if I’d had anything left in me, I’d have come again. She was even more beautiful in these unguarded moments. When she didn’t have to put on a front or hide behind her walls. She was just free, and stunningly at peace. Pity she couldn’t always feel like that, but life sucks most of the time. This moment was just one of the times when it really fucking didn’t.
“Wow,” she breathed, sagging back against my bedding, a fine sheen of sweat over her face and breasts. I leaned down, dragging my tongue up the centre of her chest, between those sweet perky tits, and yeah, her skin was salty and heated. So fucking sexy.
“Give me half an hour and we can do that again,” I suggested, because fuck me, I’d do it a million times in one day if I could. Probably get chafed to fuck though.
V eyed me warily. “Again? I think you broke me, Rocket.”
I grinned, moving to lean some of my weight on her, as my elbows either side of her head bore the rest.
I lightly traced her cheeks, lifting strands of hair away from her damp skin, wondering how the fuck I got so lucky that I found a good one. A decent one. A woman who fucking cared so fiercely, and had so much heart. She’d had hers beaten and bruised like I did, but she’d kept so much love and trust for thenext guy to try and be worthy of her. Me. I was hoping I was that guy.
“You don’t want more of my cock?” I asked, keeping things light and brazen, while I wanted to say other things. More feeling things. Things that told her too much about how I was feeling right now. It wasn’t just the sex hormones or whatever. It was something that’d been building for a while.
A soft yap from Nixie made us both laugh, both sounding out of breath, but I saw that wariness creeping back into V’s eyes, felt a little distance slipping between us, as her walls started rebuilding right in front of me. Brick by brick. Shutting out what we’d just been sharing.
“Don’t, V,” I practically begged, but that seemed to just slam them right back in place. Full and strong, blocking me out again, as if that intimacy, that fucking closeness, hadn’t just happened.
“I uh… can you let me up?”
Reluctantly I backed up, easing carefully from inside her, and checking to make sure our babymaking efforts weren’t going to waste.
