“My doctor said that breastfeeding is an effective form of birth control for up to six months.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. When you exclusively breastfeed, your body naturally stops ovulating. You can’t get pregnant if you don’t ovulate.”
“I had no idea. So, you’re okay with us not using anything?”
“I am if you are.”
“More than okay.”
I leaned down, my face hovering over his as I murmured, “Good,” then sank down on his cock at the same time I kissed his mouth.
He groaned against my lips, then his arms slowly came around me and held me close. His tongue tangled with mine as I started to find a rhythm, sliding my pussy up and down his dick.
French kissing while riding him only turned me on more, and soon, I sat up straight so I could take him even deeper.
He reached between us to find my clit, and I moaned out loud and piled my hair on top of my head like I was some kind of porn star.
I kind of felt like one.
And I liked it.
My body began to tingle, and I felt my stomach tighten as my pussy clenched his cock.
I leaned back to give him better access to my magic button as I started to moan louder.
I couldn’t believe how wanton I was being. Or how unabashed I felt doing it.
His finger polished my clit faster, like he understood the assignment, and he snarled, “Come on my cock, beautiful. Show me how naughty my wife can be.”
My climax slammed into me, and I lurched forward when my body started to quiver from head to toe.
“Good girl.”
I started to come down from my orgasmic high, and he gripped my hips and thrust in fast and deep. His grunts were feral and sexy as hell. Then he pulled my hips down and held them there as he let out a roar. I felt the ropes of cum spurt inside me.
Holy shit, that’s hot.
My body spasmed all over again as another orgasm took hold.
“That’s it, baby. Come again for me.”
He held me tight to keep from thrashing too hard, then it felt like I was made of Jell-O, and I collapsed on top of him.
“Married sex is the best,” I murmured before I passed out cold.
Chapter Sixty-Seven
Alan
I felt like I’d done my job when my bride snored softly next to me before midnight. Although, to be fair, she had drunk two glasses of champagne, so maybe I didn’t deserveallthe credit.
I slipped out of bed and went to the kitchen to warm Ruthie’s bottle. Her schedule had shifted since we’d been waking her to feed her a bottle in addition to letting her wake on her own when Jess nursed her.
Both our parents, plus Lainey and Adam, and even Jade and Brian, had offered to watch Ruthie on our wedding night, but Jess and I had both agreed that we wanted her with us.
Her mom had protested, saying her brothers were only in town until Monday.
