I nodded. “Always.”
And with a final thrust he moaned as he pumped his release inside me. He smiled slowly, his body rigid with pleasure and satisfaction.
I pressed my lips to his.
He pushed again and the world collapsed in on me. I screamed out, the orgasm pinching and firing shockwaves through my nerves.
“Oh God, Blake. Oh shit.” My eyes closed as
I tried to hold on, but he only picked up the pace, pushing deeper, spreading my legs farther apart.
“Feel how good it is between us,” he growled. “Feel what we do together.”
I bit my lip. My head thrashed to the side. Another orgasm built in my core and before I could handle the last one, the new one unleashed in my body.
“Fuck, baby,” Blake groaned, his eyes rolling back.
I was squeezing his cock with everything I had. We rocked and thrust. Our bodies dripped with sweat. Our lips found each other, until finally the rhythm slowed and Blake settled next to me.
He exhaled. “What in the hell was that?”
I giggled. “I think that was pregnancy sex.”
“Whatever it was, I liked it.” He kissed my shoulder.
We stared at the ceiling. The candles flickered from the mason jars.
“You know I’m not freezing anymore.”
“Didn’t think you’d stay cold long.”
He shifted to his side. His eyes drifted to my navel as he began to draw circles on my belly.
“This is incredible.”
“You’re happy?” I was hesitant to ask. Having a baby wasn’t an automatic pass for happiness. There was so much to discuss.
“Of course I’m happy. We made a baby.” He flattened his palm. “When do you think it was? On the boat? The swing?”
I laughed. “I think it was the first time. The couch.”
“The couch. Really?” He raised his eyebrows.
I nodded. “It was the first time I’d ever had sex like that. I just have this feeling.”
“Magic position.” He winked.
“It was magic, wasn’t it?”
“Damn straight.” He tickled the tops of my thighs and I wriggled under the pressure.
“Blake?”
“Hmm?”
“Before the baby, before today, my answer was yes.”
He sat forward. “Yes?”