“I’m yours, kitty cat,” he murmured, and heat spread through my body.
He knew exactly what that nickname did to me and I knew he did it on purpose. Leaning back, he undressed quickly and then settled back on top of me. I loved the feel of his bare skin against mine, hot and smooth and sleek.
His hand moved between my thighs and I opened for him easily.
“You’re soaking wet,” he said, giving me a dirty smirk.
“I’m ready,” I told him, pulling his lips to mine and kissing him deeply.
His thumb found my clit immediately, tracing soft circles around the sensitive skin there.
“Yes,” I moaned.
As his tongue thrusted harder against mine, he began to stroke me in a matching rhythm, just the way I liked. Then he slipped another finger inside me, and then another. I gasped, grinding faster and faster against him as he skillfully fucked me with his fingers, the release I desired just agonizingly out of reach.
“Harder,” I begged. “Harder. Harder.”
I felt him smile against my mouth as he obliged. He was stretching me in the most delicious way, his hand moving faster, his fingers stroking deeper. It felt so good, so right, and as he bent his head to take my nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard, my body crested the wave.
The orgasm hit me hard, radiating from my center in shockwaves, and I arched on the bed as I moaned Stefan’s name.
“I can’t hold back,” Stefan growled, moving between my thighs.
“Wait,” I gasped, and before he could thrust into me, I placed my hands on his face. “I have to tell you something.”
He lifted a brow, his mouth turned up in a curious smile. “I thought I was the one who had all the surprises today.”
“Just one more,” I said, barely able to concentrate as he pressed the head of his cock against my seam. “Do you remember how we talked about maybe…trying to start a family?”
“Yes…” He’d gone still, and for a moment I was afraid I’d said the wrong thing.
“Well, I—” I took a deep breath. “I stopped taking my birth control. So we can start trying. I mean, if that’s something you still want.”
Stefan was so quiet that I started to think I’d made a huge mistake, that I should have consulted with him first, that I might have just ruined our second wedding night. But then he cupped my cheek gently, and the expression I saw on his face nearly stopped my heart. It was full of such tenderness and love that it took my breath away.
“Yes,” he said, leaning down to kiss me deeply. “God yes, I want that. A family. With you.”
“Maybe we’ll have a honeymoon baby,” I said, smiling at him as relief washed over me. “Well, a second-honeymoon baby.”
His smile turned wicked. “I guess we’d better get started then, huh?”
He was pressing into me again and I shivered with anticipation.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, please.”
With one deep thrust, he plunged completely inside of me, deep and strong. It felt like we were one person, like we were completely, utterly connected.
“You feel so fucking perfect,” Stefan moaned as he pulled back slowly before slamming into me again.
“Give it to me,” I moaned, knowing he loved it when I begged. “Don’t hold back.”
Gripping my hips, Stefan rolled over and pulled me on top of him, forcing me back and forth over his cock. I cried out with the pleasure he gave me, letting him use me, loving the way he fucked me roughly. Once I picked up the rhythm, I leaned back so he could get a full view of my breasts bouncing as I met each hard thrust with my own. Both of us were gasping for air, reveling in the connection of our bodies. For a while I lost myself in it, closing my eyes and letting the pleasure overtake me.
“Fuck yes,” I panted over and over. “Fuck me, Stefan.”
When I started to feel myself get close I looked back at him and we locked eyes. A fresh wave of desire crashed through me knowing that he was watching me lose control, watching me get off on his cock. I leaned over him and gripped his shoulders for support, riding him harder, faster, wanting more of him. Wanting all of him.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, give it to me. Give it all to me.”
