Their Love

I tsked and teased, “That was rude.”

“Oh, for Pete’s sake. It was your fault!” she snapped. “If you want to use that mouth, use it to make me come now that I’ve hung up on my friends so I can be as loud as you want.”

Her words were like pouring a bucket of steaming water over me. I was suddenly on fire, my skin beading with sweat, and my cock springing a leak. It didn’t matter that I’d fucked her brains out no more than a half hour ago; my cock was ready and willing to bring my peaches to as many screaming orgasms as she desired. “Yes, ma’am.”

After two more rounds with my mouth and one on my dick, Hazel and I flopped back onto the bed, completely exhausted. I drew her into my arms, pulling her on top of me so her head was resting in the crook of my neck. “Do you remember what I asked you when we met?” I asked softly as my breathing returned to normal.

Hazel snorted. “I don’t recall you asking for anything. However, I distinctly remember you demanding.”

I slapped her ass lightly, and she squirmed at the sting. My face was buried in her hair, so I let myself smile. She was going to be a little sore tomorrow, and it gave me a smug sense of gratification.

“Okay,” I responded after a minute. “Do you remember what I demanded?” I acquiesced.

“Besides marrying you?” she asked thoughtfully.

“Yes.”

“You…” she trailed off for a minute then cleared her throat. “You asked me not to change.”

I nodded, knowing she could feel the movement of my head. “To be very clear, I’ll love you no matter what. And, change is inevitable, especially as you get older and mature. But, I’m just asking for you to keep true to yourself, peaches. Don’t ever try to be what you think I want because I’ll only ever want you, the real you.”

Hazel sniffed, and I stiffened. “Fuck, peaches. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you,” I apologized quickly.

“I’m not upset,” she insisted, but her voice was still watery, and I wasn’t sure I believed her. Until she spoke again and soothed my worries. “That’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me.” Her head lifted, and she beamed at me, making her look like an angel. “I love you too, Jaimie. Even your possessive, over-protective, obsessed sides.” She giggled at her teasing, and it made me smile.

“Since I love you and you love me, I guess that makes us just perfect for each other,” I quipped. Hazel giggled again and kissed my chest.

I turned onto my side and shifted her until we were in a spooning position, with her back to my front. Then I wrapped myself around her, cupping a tit in one hand and resting the other over her swollen belly. She drifted off as I drew light circles on her bump.

I couldn’t wait to meet our little one. And I couldn’t wait to put another one in there just as soon as the doctor gave us the all-clear.

I loved seeing my woman pregnant, practically stamping her with “taken.” It certainly didn’t hurt that knocked up Hazel was insatiable. If I had my way, she was going to spend the foreseeable future with our babies growing inside her beautiful body. I hugged her a little closer and sighed with happiness before giving in to sleep.

Epilogue

Jamison

1 year later…

“Just a minute!” Hazel yelled through the locked bathroom door. I knocked again, starting to get really worried. We’d been just about to start the christening ceremony for our daughter, Charlotte, or Charlie, when Hazel had turned green and bolted from the chapel.

“Peaches, if you don’t open this door, I will knock it the fuck down!”

I heard a gasp from the other side of the door, then Hazel exclaimed, “You can’t say fuck in church, Jamie! Do you want to burn in Hell?”

I stifled a laugh, especially since she’d failed to realize she’d just uttered the same curse in the same damn church. But, if she heard me laughing, she’d cry, and I couldn’t fucking stand her tears. Unfortunately, it was a common sight when my wife was knocked up.

“Baby, let me in. I just want to take care of you.”

Hazel sniffled, and I sighed, mentally bracing myself to face her big, crocodile tears. They ripped me to shreds, but I tried not to show it. She’d just get more upset.

“Good grief! You got her pregnant again already?”

I turned at the exasperated question and saw Blair standing to my left. I shrugged, an unrepentant grin slicing across my face. As always, Justice wasn’t far behind her and he grinned at me, giving me a fist bump and a slap on the back when he reached my side.

“Hazel, honey. It’s Blair. Can I come in?”