Chapter 32 #2
“Now…” I fight the hold she still has on my hair to bring my lips to the line of her neck. “Are we trying to give Birdie a sister tonight, or not?”
My cock is already the hardest I think it’s ever been, but it gives a painful throb at the thought of Ruth being pregnant with my baby.
Never in a million years would I have considered procreation arousing.
But then again, never in a million years would I have expected the lengths I’m willing to go to to make Ruth mine.
Ruth whimpers a little as my mouth locks onto one of her nipples, drawing at the soft flesh as it hardens beneath my tongue.
Her nails dig into my shoulders as I move from one breast to the other, doing my damnedest to stay focused on something besides how much I want to feel her squeezing my dick as she comes.
Her breath is coming in short gasps, voice broken and choppy as she asks, “Are you serious? You would be okay with having a baby right now?”
I run my lips down the curve of her stomach, hands staying behind to pluck at her nipples. “Ruthless, I will give you a baby any time you ask me for one.”
The second I allowed myself to consider a future that included Ruth, I knew there was no limit to what I would give her. If she wants ten more kids, then I’ll do everything in my power to make sure she has them. If I’m diving in, I might as well make sure the water’s deep.
I reach the apex of her thighs, dragging my tongue up the line of her flushed slit, letting my tongue linger when it reaches her clit. I tease just beside it, the way I know she likes, working her to the edge before pulling away.
She makes an indignant sounding grunt as I wedge my legs between hers, hooking my hands behind her knees to spread her thighs wide.
“Don’t get upset.” I drag the underside of my dick along her slick flesh.
“I just need you to be as close as I can get you. Because, fair warning, this performance isn’t going to last long.
” I can’t look away from where my body glides against hers.
“But I promise there will be an encore.” Tearing my eyes from how good it looks seeing her wetness glistening on my skin, I meet Ruth’s eyes.
“What do you think, Ruthless? Are you ready to have a baby with me, or are we taking a little time to decide?”
I know the chances of Ruth getting pregnant the first time we have sex are slim to none. This is more about her knowing she carries the power here. That what she wants matters to me. That I will never ask for more than she is willing to give.
Ruth’s eyes are glazed, lids heavy with lust as she fights to catch her breath. The seconds tick by, and I’m about to reach for the jeans tangled at my ankle so I can fish out a condom when she says a single word that nearly results in a mess on her stomach.
“Baby.”
I don’t have a breeding kink. I swear I don’t.
But I also didn’t think I had a knee fucking kink, and I definitely have one of those. Along with an elbow kink.
Possibly even an ankle kink.
But hearing that Ruth wants from me something I never expected to give anyone takes any willpower I may have had and grinds it to dust.
I don’t even blink before I have our bodies aligned and am slowly sinking into her. She feels every bit as good as I imagined. Maybe even better. I want to drag it out. Savor this experience as long as I can. But I’m realistic enough to know that’s just not an option available to me.
We’re working on a very limited timetable here. One that only gets shorter as Ruth’s eyes roll back in her head and the generous swell of her tits starts to bounce in time with every thrust of my body into hers.
I’m fucked. Literally. Figuratively. I’m about to be the poster boy for premature ejaculation, and I can’t let that happen.
By some miracle, I have the mental capacity to remember the trick of putting pressure just above her pubic bone.
Ruth’s eyes fly open as I press my hand to her skin.
She lets out a startled gasp, confirming I found the spot I’m aiming for.
When I rest my thumb against her clit, her legs start to shake.
She only lasts maybe thirty more seconds, but by the time Ruth finally comes, I’m fighting for my fucking life.
Holding on by nothing more than a thread of dignity and a scrap of determination.
She’s still clenching around me when I lose the battle, her name on my lips as my balls draw tight, emptying everything I have into her welcoming body.
When the last spark of pleasure dissipates, I ungracefully tip over, managing to drop beside her as I pull large gulps of air into my lungs. I tuck Ruth’s back to my front, curling around her, pants still tangled at my ankle, one boot still on as I smile into the dark drape of her hair.
She yawns. “Are you going to tell me to go to sleep now?”
My smile widens thinking about the first night I caved and let myself touch her.
“Not tonight, Ruthless.” I wedge one hand between her legs, cupping her pussy with my palm.
“Tonight, you’ll be lucky if I let you sleep at all.
” I slide two fingers into her body, frowning at how much of my cum has already leaked free. “I have a lot of time to make up for.”
And apparently a newly discovered breeding kink to explore.