“I’ve dreamed of this,” I murmur against her lips. “And now you’re here.” I grab a handful of her ass and grind her against my hard length.
“I’m here,” she moans, threading her fingers through my hair.
I reach up and remove her shirt, exposing her black, lacy bra. Her perky tits spill out and I kiss my way along her cleavage. “I missed these,” I tell her, pulling her cups down and revealing those perfect pink nipples I spent the weekend all those years ago kissing and sucking. I wrap my lips around one, swirling my tongue around the tip.
Natalie groans softly. “I need to feel you,” she begs, unbuttoning my dress shirt. We both scramble to undress each other, desperate for what’s to come. It’s been so fucking long, but it’s as if we’re right back in that hotel room.
When we’re both naked, she slides down my body and, without any preamble, takes my dick into her mouth, almost swallowing down the entire thing. It pushes against the back of her throat, causing her to gag, and I damn near come on the spot. It’s been too long, and her mouth feels too good.
Fisting her mane, I flip us over again, then spread her legs, needing to taste her. I push her thighs back, until they’re up against her chest and then, starting at her tight asshole—that I fully plan to one day claim—I lick up her center, savoring the taste and scent of her sweet musk.
When I get to her clit, sucking on it hard, her palms smack the sheets. Her face whips from side to side as I bring her closer and closer to her orgasm. When she falls over the edge, a cry of pleasure escapes her lips, and I climb over her, connecting our mouths to silence her cries, unsure how soundproof the walls are.
With her legs spread, the head of my dick pushes against her entrance, and before I can stop myself, I’m plunging into her. Her back arches and her legs wrap around my torso. I thrust into her over and over again, lost in the way her warm pussy strangles my dick. Her hands grip the back of my neck, holding me close to her, and my own cage her in. We’re as close as two people can be, yet it still doesn’t feel like we’re close enough.
As I damn near fuck her into the mattress, her moans get louder, and I swallow each one down, devouring her mouth with my own. I rise up slightly, hooking her thighs over my arms, so I can go deeper. The move sends her tumbling over the edge, her second orgasm racing through her. When her insides grip my dick, I let go, filling her up with my cum. In the back of my mind, I know I shouldn’t do that, but the primal, caveman part of me, the part that would give anything to see her carrying my baby, pushes the thought aside. She’s mine, and if I have it my way, I’m going to fill her with my babies over and over and over again.
“Oh my God,” she breathes, sounding completely sated. Her eyes are hooded and her body, which is tucked under me, is now loose and limp.
“I came in you,” I point out, planting a hard kiss to her lips.
Her eyes widen. “I’m not on birth control… I haven’t been, umm…” Her cheeks turn a beautiful shade of pink. “I haven’t been having sex.”
“Good.” I pull out of her and back up, keeping my palms against the insides of her knees. I watch as my cum leaks out of her pussy.
“Good?” she squeaks, trying to close her thighs.
“Yeah, good.” I hold on to her knee with one hand and, with the other, push two fingers into her cum-filled hole. “This time when I knock you up, I’ll get to see you carry my baby.”
I look up at her, expecting her to argue, but instead she frowns and her eyes go glassy. “I know it’s not the same, but I have pictures… I took them every week during my pregnancy. I also have thousands of Jasmine.”
I crawl back up her body and wipe the tears that are leaking out of her lids. “I can’t wait to see them.”
Refusing to let her clean up, because I love the idea of her sleeping with my cum inside her, I pull her into my arms and tuck her head under my chin. She wraps her arms around my waist and snuggles into my side. “Do you think we’re rushing things?” she whispers.
I tug her chin up, so she’s forced to look at me. “We missed six fucking years together. I missed your pregnancy, the first five years of our daughter’s life. We missed out on six years we could’ve been making memories. All because of miscommunication. I don’t want to waste another second. You and that little girl in the room next to us are mine.”