“What do I have to do baby,” Tristan groans into her ear. “What do I have to do for you to let me knock you up?”
Tessa’s hand squeezes his, and she turns to face him, met with the most intense look of primal need she’s seen from him thus far, and she just wants to give him any and everything he asks for.
“You want to put a baby in me?” she says against his lips, their heavy breaths mixing together as Tristan’s hips pick up speed.
“So fucking bad,” he says, and he groans when he feels her walls tighten around him, letting him know the idea of it gets to her just as much as it does him.
“I want that too…ohfuck,” she cries out when his fingers find her swollen clit, and she’s suddenly on the precipice of an earth-shattering orgasm.
“What birth control are you on?” he asks, his voice rough and breaking with need.
“IUD removed last year,” she barely gets the words out as her head thrashes from side to side, her whole body shaking from being so close to release. “On the pill now.”
“MMmmm,” he hums in approval as he removes his fingers from her clit and suddenly slows his movements. “So this should be easy, then.”
“Why the fuck are you stopping,” her head shoots up and she looks at him over her shoulder, wanting to smack the stupid cocky grin off his face.
“I want you to stop taking your pills,” he says dryly, as if he’s asking her to pick up his dry cleaning.
“What?”
“You heard me,” he says. He can tell she’s trying to be defiant for fun, but her blue eyes are also glittering with a mixture of excitement and hope – telling him that she’s relieved that he’s just as serious as she is.
“I also recall a little bet we made,” he says, his cock teasing at her entrance and his fingers dancing lazily across her clit, just barely providing contact.
“Tristan, no,” she pants desperately, trying to move her hips back and forth, trying with shameless neediness to find some type of friction from him. “Please don’t torture me.”
“All you have to do is agree, Tessa,” he says, pushing his cock about an inch of the way in. “Tell me you’ll throw out your pills tomorrow and I’ll let you come.”
“Please, Tristan, it aches. I need to come, please.”
“Say it, Tessa,” he pulls all the way out, and she lets out a breathy whimper before turning back over her shoulder to make direct eye contact.
“I swear I’ll stop taking them,” she says, eyes teary with need. “I want to have your baby inside me. I promise I’ll stop –ooooohhh fuck..”
Tristan dives right back in, plunging his throbbing cock in and out of her sopping wet pussy, groaning at the obscene sound of how unbelievably wet she gets for him, and he finally gives her relief. His strong fingers find their way back to her clit and he circles the swollen bud, desperate to make her come.
“That’s a good girl,” he says as she starts to fall apart, her body jerking violently, her voice getting caught in her throat from the sheer force and power behind the orgasm that is ripping through her body. “Come all over my fucking cock, baby. You want me to fill you up? You ready for my come, Tess?”
She tries to get the words out but is still coming down from ecstasy, so instead she nods frantically, her blue eyes shining with tears as she silently pleads for him to give her exactly what she wants.
“Fuck…fuck,” he holds her body tightly against his as he pumps his cock as deep as he physically can get inside her tight pussy, releasing hot spurts of come inside of her and sucking what will surely turn into a hickey on the side of her neck.
“God damn, baby,” he pants into her neck. Their heavy breaths are the only sound that fills the room for several moments as they both allow their bodies to recover, while also cherishing the moment of being so intimately connected and vulnerable.
“Do you mean it?” she whispers after a few moments, too afraid to turn back and look at him. But he grips her chin in his hand and forces her eyes towards his anyway.
“I mean it, Tess,” he says. “Only if you mean it too.”
“I mean it,” she responds with an easy smile. “And I’ve never been as happy as I am right now.”
3 Months Later
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going yet?” Tessa asks for the third time as Tristan continues to avoid eye contact with her.
They’ve been in the back of a blacked-out SUV for about 30 minutes now, the only clue Tristan has given Tessa is that he’s taking her somewhere special. He’s been on the off season for a few months now and their free time together is quickly coming to a close.
Tessa’s boss at the New York Times did not agree to let Tessa live outside of New York, and she had no hesitation in turning in her resignation. She decided to take the few months that Tristan had off to put some feelers out for any other potential opportunities for journalism and was pleasantly surprised to find that the LA Times were interested in bringing her on as a senior journalist. After an easy and productive skype call with the editor in chief, Tessa explained to them that she was now based in Kansas. She fully expected them to instantly turn her down, but her heart nearly burst with joy when they told her that was fine, she could work remote so long as she came to the quarterly meetings every 3 months.
