Chapter Twelve
We walked the nearly 2 miles home, hand in hand. And when we got home, as if cementing that momentous decision immediately, we made love. We didn’t even make it to the house. In the darkness, she pulled me into a deck recliner.
As she pulled me down beside her, our lips locked in a kiss, I mumbled against her mouth, breathy and urgent. “Do you remember the first time we were in this chair together?”
Her mouth curved against mine. “Oh yes, I definitely do.”
“I believe I destroyed your panties...” I muttered huskily against her soft, sweet-smelling neck.
“The first in a long line of panty massacres you’ve perpetrated over the years,” she replied in a dreamy voice.
Under her fleece jacket, I cupped her breast with my hand, running a thumb across the nipple through her bra and the silky material of her blouse. She shifted against me and made a sound that set my blood boiling instantly.
How long had it been since we’d been able to just enjoy each other without a plan, without a schedule or agenda—without hunting down a fucking condom?
Mia reached into the cabinet right beside the lounge and pulled out two blankets, unfolding them quickly and pulling them over the top of me as I adjusted the back of the lounge to lie flat. The blankets covered me, and I covered her.
And for the first time in what seemed like forever, we took it long and slow. Once I had her out of her jeans, I ran my palm up her legs and kissed her and kissed her, savoring the silky feel of her skin, the scent of her. My beautiful, beautiful wife.
I tasted her skin and tore those panties right off her, taking care not to destroy them—only because she told me not to.
But as we kissed and whispered our truths to each other, I felt present in this moment. With her soft, giving body beneath mine and our long kisses and breathless gasps, I wasn’t afraid. I was here for this. And that fact shocked me more than just about anything else.
When I paused to readjust the blanket after it slipped off me, Emilia snatched the opportunity to roll on top. She stuck her lip out exaggeratedly. “No fair, you’re not naked yet.”
“A condition that can be quickly remedied,” I quipped back as I reached for my belt buckle.
“Oh no. It’s time for me to return the favor of helping you disrobe.”
Then she made me laugh as she waggled her eyebrows. Her palm smoothed over my crotch, fingers cupping my erection. I let out a gasp and flopped backward, flat on the lounge, ready to let her drive this bus for a little while. Ready to enjoy her touch, her direction. Ready to take this as slow as she wanted.
The slower it went, the easier it was to savor.
I helped her by lifting my hips and she slid my jeans off my legs, quickly doing the same with my underwear. She readjusted the blankets to cover us both because it was really starting to cool down.
Then,her head dipped.
When her mouth touched my cock, I was so wound up I almost jerked in surprise at the shock of pleasure. Oh fuck, that would not do to have our first go at baby sex be the time where I came prematurely in her mouth instead. But her tongue was undoing me all too quickly. With a gentle but reluctant nudge, I pushed her head away.
“Enough of that,” I said in a hoarse voice. “Or substances won’t be going where they’re supposed to go.”
She kissed her way back across my abdomen, my chest, until our faces were inches from each other once again. “Well, we don’t want that to happen, or we might just have to do it again.”
I hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her on top of me. “And again, and again. Such a shame that would be.”
“Mmm yeah,” her breath jolted the second I thrust into her, and then I just about blacked out at the sensation of beinginside her without a barrier between us. She was wet, so ready and so warm, her heat almost suffocated me with bliss. Okay, so if I came now, at least things would happen the way they were supposed to, but where was the fun in that? I held her hips still for a long moment, savoring the feel of her and willing the initial excitement to pass.
Something felt different, and it wasn’t just the lack of condom.
No, something had shifted in my head. As I finally loosened my hold on her hips and she slowly glided her hips over mine, I realized what it was. I, the ultimate overachiever, had just been given a mission and I was bound and determined to get it done and do it well. We were fucking with a purpose far beyond just enjoying ourselves and pleasuring each other.
No, now there was a third goal in mind. One that made my cock swell painfully every time I thought about it.
Fuck.
I had to stop thinking about it, or this would have the exact opposite effect of thinking about baseball during sex. But God if I didn’t want to put my baby inside her right this fucking second.
Emilia sat up, her breasts and long neck bathed in moonlight as she tilted her head back, enjoying the ride. I swallowed, watching her. She was the most beautiful woman in the world to me.
And she was all mine.
And soon, she’d be the mother of my child. And fuck if that didn’t excite me. I wanted it. I wanted her. Always.
Minutes later, when I couldn’t hold back for another second, I grabbed her hips once more and held them still, thrusting upward as I came to climax, bathed in sheer, mindless pleasure. She let out a long moan and joined me, as we both topped that summit together. Her skin, soaked with sweat despite the chill, stuck to mine and we shared each other’s hot breaths for long moments as we both surfed the afterglow.
I felt alive, clearheaded, and blissfully replete.
“Fuck,” I said, still gasping for air. “Now I don’t want to move. Just get me another blanket, maybe a pillow and I’ll sleep out here.”
“Mmm,” she pressed her cheek to my chest. “That will not do. I refuse to sleep up in our bed alone.”
I ran my fingers through her hair. “You do it all the time when I’m not here.”
“Change of plans. I’ll be keeping you chained to the bed until Project Baby has lifted off.”
“Hmm. Does that mean I can start charging a stud fee?”
She stared at me, biting her lip. “I might have to start charging you for sex, then, so we can call it even. Otherwise, I think your high-value prodigy-genius sperm might be too out of my budget.”
I frowned as if contemplating that transaction. “I’m afraid that the going rate for prodigy-genius sperm is twice the value of gold and therefore—”
“If you dare say that your ‘baby batter’ is more valuable than hot sex with your wife, then I’ll be using teeth the next time I go down on you.”
I laughed, making her head bounce on my chest. “Don’t do that. You’ll damage the baby-making equipment.”
She grinned and kissed my chest. “You’re going to milk this for all it’s worth, aren’t you?”
I cupped her breast, fondling it lovingly. “Oh yeah, I’ll be milking in more ways than one.”
That might have been a bridge too far. She elbowed me in the side—hard.
Well, this was fun. There were months and months of all the sex I wanted, whenever I wanted, to look forward to. Without a condom. That was a definite win-win in my book.
Until it wasn’t....
Because oh my god, sex was also draining and damn fucking tedious when you weren’t particularly in the mood.
“My god, woman, again?” I started one night over a month later. She’d just jumped me while I was in the middle of reading a book on my tablet. “You’re a slave driver.”
She arched a brow at me, smirking. “I’m an opportunist. And you’re about to leave the country, so I need to take advantage of your vital body parts and genetic materials.”
I blinked. “I feel exploited.”
She leaned in to kiss across my bare chest, licking my nipple as she went and sending a zing right down to my nether regions. “Isn’t that every man’s dream?”
“Not when you’re wearing it down to a nub multiple times per day,” I shot back, setting the tablet aside with a long sigh.
She blinked. “You’re right. I’m so sorry. I hadn’t considered your advanced years. Fortunately, I’m qualified to write you a prescription for Viagra to handle that nasty case of erectile dysfunction.”
I grabbed her, rolled on top of her and pressed my hard-on against her leg. “I got your erectile dysfunction right here, baby.”
She laughed, throwing her head back. “Well hurry up. Whip it out and let’s get this done.”
I feigned irritation even as I maneuvered myself between her legs. “You sure know how to make a man hot.”
Her brows arched as she hooked her arms around my neck. “I thought I just had to flash a boob.”
I looked away, considering. “Yeah, that can work too, depending on how war-weary I am.”
She licked her lips. “I might be ovulating.”
“Might be...don’t you know yet?”
“I haven’t started charting my basal body temperature yet. Waiting for my cycle to reboot so I can.”
I blinked. “Are you sure you don’t want me to jack off into a cup, so you can keep it refrigerated for when I’m gone?”
She smacked my arm. “Don’t be gross.”
I leaned down and devoured her neck. “You started it with all that basal body temperature stuff.”
She shifted under me, wrapping her legs around my hips. “Show me what you got, big boy.”
“I’ve already showed you...hundreds of times before.”
She bit her lip and tilted her head, giving me a coquettish look. “But this is baby-making sex. It’s extra sexy. C’mon, let’s do this.” Her hands slid across my chest. “C’mon, old man.”
Yeah, it was devolving into that...foreplay via taunting.
It worked. But again, not my finest moment.
Afterward, we cleaned up and finally settled down for the night. She flopped down onto the mattress beside me, splaying her arms above her head. “I’m so tired.”
I kissed her forehead. “You aren’t even doing all the work.”
She rolled her eyes at me. “All the work. Are you losing your stamina now?”
I shook my head. “Taunting isn’t going to work now. I’m tapped out. You aren’t going to be able to egg me on into more sex tonight. No matter how hard you try.”
“It’s okay, I really wasn’t trying. But you better be ready for me when you get back from your trip.”
I reached over and smoothed her cheek. She smiled—I could feel it under my hand. “Oh, I will be, sugar baby, you can bet on it.”
She kissed my neck, then rolled over. “Bring only your best swimmers.”
I laughed, but damn, I did secretly hope this phase of the process didn’t last very long. It was starting to suck all the fun out of sex, damn it.