“The doctor,” she said. “Romeo, we’re pregnant.”
“We’re what?” I asked, not sure that I’d heard her right the first time.
“I’m pregnant, Romeo. Seven weeks along, according to the doctor.”
My eyes fell to her stomach before my hand reached out to touch her, to cup the place where our second child was growing within her.
“We’re pregnant,” I said in awe of her body. In awe of the life within her.
“We are,” she said with a smile.
I wrapped my arms around the love of my life and drew her in for another kiss. I couldn’t possibly communicate my excitement with words. My hands were shaking as I drew her into my body. I pressed my tongue between her lips and raked it along the roof of her mouth. Her hands slid along my shoulders. Along my arms. Through my hair. She caressed me. Enticed me. Drew out the animal within me that had to have her.
I leaned heavily into her and shoved everything off my desk. She giggled into my lips as I crawled up onto it, my face falling into the crook of her neck. I nibbled. Sucked. Dragged my teeth along her fluttering pulse point as her hands fell to my belt buckle. I kissed down her chest, pulling her beautiful breasts from her dress and lapped my tongue across her nipples.
She shoved my pants down over my ass and pulled out my cock. I crashed our lips together as her hands locked around my neck. She opened her legs for me, parting them as wide as they could go. My hand slid up her thigh and massaged her hip, growling at how it would grow and spread so she could bear me another child. I slid her wet panties to the side and soaked my dick in her juices. Coated myself in her dripping arou
sal before I breached her pussy with my tip.
“I love you, Julia.”
Her eyes fluttered open as her nose nuzzled against mine.
“I love you too, Romeo.”
I slammed into her and covered her lips with mine. I swallowed every sound she made as I rocked deeply into her body. I’d memorized every curve. Every scar. Every stretch mark and every crevice. I raked my pelvis against her pulsing clit and watched her shudder. Watched as her eyes fluttered closed and felt her nails grip into my shirt.
“I love you. I love you. I love you, Romeo.”
My hips snapped against hers as her pussy squeezed around my cock. Her walls massaged me, drawing my balls up as my hips began to stutter. I couldn't wait. I couldn't tease her like I wanted. I needed her. I needed her to know how much I loved her. How much I cared for her. How excited I was that our family would grow and morph and succeed and flourish.
“I love you, Julia. Light of my life. Holder of my heart. How you make my soul sing.”
I slid into her one last time as I clung to her. Holding her as close as I could get her as she wrapped her limbs around me. Her wrists locked and her ankles crossed as her pussy sucked me deeper. Massaged me and milked my dick for everything it had to give her. My hips were magnetized to hers. Not even the flow of air could penetrate our connection. Our tongues collided as her body shivered, my legs quaking with the force of my orgasm.
I pumped her full of my cum as her nails dug into my back, her body latching onto me like I had latched onto her.
“I love you,” I whispered in her ear.
Then my body collapsed onto hers as she held me close.
I laid there like that for a few seconds. Just marveling at how her curves blanketed my form. Her softness. Her heat. Her gentle strength that always kept me going when I ran out of mine. Her legs unfurled from my waist, and I slid my cock from between her legs, smiling as our intermingled juices slid from between her legs. I smelled her around me. How she blanketed me in her scent. Every time we made love, I marked her in all the ways I could stand. All the ways I loved. Adored. Enjoyed.
But she marked me, too. With that scent I’d committed to memory.
I helped her sit upright and watched her teeter. I edged her to the corner of the desk before I drew her into my arms. She panted against my chest, my body still shaking from the blinding pleasure her body always shot through mine. My pants were down around my ankles, and her breasts were hanging from the top of her dress, and as her hands slipped down and fell onto my ass, I smiled.
“You’re always so warm,” Julia said.
“And you're always so cold. One of the many reasons we’re so good for one another.”
“I’m scared,” she said.
I gripped her chin and tilted her gaze up to mine.
“You have no reason to be,” I said.
“I know our families are good now. I know we broke all those ties. I know we fired and rehired and tested and retested our methods, but sometimes I’m still scared.”