I didn’t mean to change the mood between us, or the inflection in his voice.
Cupping his face in my palms, I stare into his deep brown eyes, begging him to find the true meaning behind my words.
The scruff lining his jaw feels as soothing as the warm water trickling down our bodies.
I press my forehead to his, an array of emotions overwhelming me. “You bring the best out in me, Will. Every day is new and exciting with you. Sometimes you drive me crazy with pranks about losing rings, and other times you hold me against shower room walls and make me scream. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I wouldn’t want you to be anything other than you are. You’re my good boy one day, and my beautiful bad influence the next.”
He braces me in one arm so he can push his shorts and boxers to the floor.
I can feel his cock nudging my wet entrance, and the desperate ache to take him inside me pulls a needy whimper from my throat.
“I haven’t made you scream yet, Baby.”
I writhe in his arms. “Give me your cock.”
His laugh is almost evil as he drops his head into the crook of my neck. “Beg me to fuck you.”
I wriggle around and push my hips down, but Will holds me still in both hands. This is a battle I won’t win.
“I take it all back. I actually hate you,” I grumble, my body still searching for his dick. I’m so wet I must be leaking all overhim. The anticipation is both amazing and torturous, akin to that feeling of dangling over a drop on a roller coaster. The rush of adrenaline is right within my grasp, as is the high that shortly follows.
He gives me an inch of his cock and stops. “Say,give me your cock, William.”
I glare at him, every sense alive and on edge.
“I-I want it.”
He shakes his head and withdraws a small amount. “I need to hear you beg, Baby.”
The chain I’ve worn every day since Will gave it to me hangs around my neck and I take it between my fingers.
His eyes drop to the pendant compass that carries so much meaning for us both.
“Where’s my kind, sweet William gone?” I goad, hoping I can guilt him into getting what I want. “The one who gave me his chain and told me?—”
My sentence breaks off with one thrust of his hips and a hand around the back of my head.
Will powers into me, snapping his body forward at a punishing pace.
I try to muffle my moans, burying my face in his shoulder, but this shower room is echoey as hell and there’s only so much pleasure a girl’s body can take.
I’m right there on that precipice, ready to tumble over the edge and let adrenaline take over.
Will captures my mouth, swallowing down my uncontrollable cries. Despite the circumstances, this isn’t the wildest sex we’ve had but it does mark the start of a new chapter in our lives.
A couple of days ago, we pulled the goalie and I stopped taking birth control.
It could take us a day, a week, a month, or even years, but we’re both ready to start trying and a family is what I want more than anything in the world. I hope we will be fortunate enough to get pregnant.
“Are you close, Drew?” he pants.
I nod once, jaw slackened from the pulsating pleasure rocking through my core.
“I want us to come at the same time,” he groans out. “I want your pussy strangling my cock when I give you my baby. Can you do that for me?”
“I’m right there, Will. I’m right th?—”
I crest, words abandoning me as my brain tries to process the strength of my orgasm, along with the look in my husband’s eyes as he empties himself inside me.
