Twenty-Seven
Noah
Alex wasin my arms again.
Right where she was supposed to be and where I swore she would stay.
I pulled back and smiled down at her.
“We’re getting married,” I whispered.
She nodded. “Unless you’ve changed your mind.”
“Never.”
Then I kissed her but pulled back again.
“A baby, Alex. A baby!”
My mind was still trying to wrap around that life-altering fact, but my heart was filled with joy.
Alex smiled and then nodded.
“When did you find out?” I asked.
“Today,” she said.
“What happened?” I asked.
“Nothing. But kung pao shrimp are definitely off the menu for the next little while,” she said.
“That’s your favorite,” I said.
She wrinkled her nose. “My ex-favorite.”
I pulled her close, squeezed her tight, having her back in my arms making me sigh with contentment.
And sigh with something else as she stroked her hands down my sides.
“I’ve missed you, Noah,” she said, her voice low, husky.
“You couldn’t have missed me nearly as much as I’ve missed you,” I murmured.
She chuckled, the breathy, husky sound shooting straight to my cock.
“You doubt me?” I said.
“Nope, because I know how much I missed you,” she said.
“How much?” I asked.
“You should see how much for yourself,” she responded.
As she spoke, she grabbed my hand and pulled it to her waistband.
I pushed in and hissed at the first contact with her sex, coating my fingers with her slick cream. “Is all that for me?” I whispered.
“Umm-hmm,” she said.
Her face was soft, dreamy as I stared down at her.
“What else do you have for me?” I asked.
“What do you want?” she mumbled.
“I want to see you come on my fingers. Be good and do that for me, Alex,” I said as I stroked her slit.
She nodded, then stiffened when I pinched her clit.
“Do it,” I said as I furiously stroked her hard button.
I didn’t have the same finesse as usual, but there would be time for that later.
The rest of our lives.
My cock jerked at the thought, and I stroked her faster, easing one finger then another inside of her wetness.
“Come for me, Alex,” I whispered against her ear.
A few more rough strokes and she clamped down on my fingers and flew apart in my arms.
I’d never seen a sight more beautiful than Alex and didn’t know how I had gone these weeks without it.
I didn’t give her time to come down.
Instead, I hastily moved us to the bedroom.
“Ride me,” I said as I lay back on her bed.
She straddled me, centering herself over my cock and lowering down slowly.
I gripped her full hips, the feel of her weight, the sound of her breaths, the smell of her scent exciting and comforting.
I thrust up, but she stilled me, then looked down.
“I’m driving,” she said.
I chuckled then relaxed, letting her take the lead.
As she rocked above me, I squeezed her beautiful tits, imagined them getting fuller. Pictured how her body would change as our child grew.
Knew that I would love it—and her—always.
Just being this close to her had me teetering on the edge, but I refused to go alone.
I stilled her hips and then took control, using her hips to push her up and down as I thrust up, moving faster, harder, until she cried out.
When she clamped down, I let go, pumping my seed inside of her.
As tremors racked my body, I pulled her to me, gripped her face, and stared into her eyes.
“I love you, Alex.”
“I love you, too, Noah,” she said.