“Umm…” I try to focus, but his lips wrap around my earlobe, and it’s hard to think. “Yes,” I moan out. “Yes, more babies.”
“What else?” he asks, his tongue circling the inner part of my ear, eliciting a chill down my spine. “What else do you want, Liv?”
“I want to get married soon and for the three of us to have the same last name.” Nick stops his assault on my body momentarily and looks at me.
“That can definitely be arranged.” His lips touch mine, and his tongue sweeps into my mouth before he pulls back. “What else?”
“I don’t know. I can’t think with your mouth all over me.” He chuckles. “Let’s just start with number one. Sex now.”
“Sounds good to me.” Nick picks me up and carries me to the bedroom where he proceeds to make good on my first demand of being his sugar mama.
Epilogue
Nick
One Year Later
“Do you realize how this looks?” Olivia laughs as we look down at the home pregnancy test.
I know where she’s going with this, but it’s her own fault. I’ve brought up getting married several times, but she keeps saying, “Soon.” Right after I proposed, she accepted a job at the local art museum as an Art Educator Coordinator. She organizes and teaches art classes to children a couple days a week. Between her working part-time, my playing football, and us raising our now one-year-old son, we haven’t done anything we said we were going to do…well, except for the have sex part. So now here we are. Expecting our second baby and still not husband and wife, and still living in separate places.
“Like there are two lines indicating I got my fiancée pregnant?” I answer her question jokingly, earning me a slap to my chest.
“No! Like you keep knocking me up out of wedlock!” She giggles and throws the test into the trash.
“It’s not my fault my super sperm overpowers any birth control.”
She snorts, rolling her eyes. “Now we really do need to get married…and buy a house!”
I chuckle because she’s said this too many times to count. I’ve finally gotten her to agree on a date to get married. Now we just need to buy a home. “Whatever you want, my beautiful brown-eyed girl.” I pull her into my embrace. We’re standing in the bathroom, and Reed is sleeping. “But right now, I think we need to shower together.” She nods emphatically, liking my idea, so I turn the water on to hot.
We both undress at the same time, our clothes flying to the floor. I open the shower door then shut it behind us. We’re at her place, and the shower has an extremely convenient bench running along the back. Sitting down on the bench, Olivia straddles my lap, her warm cunt rubbing friction against my semi-hard cock. Her lips press against mine and her tongue pushes through. Her hands entwine in my hair as she moans into my mouth.
“I need you inside me,” she pleads. She rains kisses all over my face then moves to my neck, sucking on my flesh. She lifts slightly, and I guide my dick into her until she’s filled completely.
“Oh God, Nick.” She doesn’t move for a second, her body adjusting to my size. Then slowly, she begins to rock her hips up and down and side to side. The feeling of being inside my woman, this closeness we share, is fucking unbelievable. Her ass moves as she rides me faster and faster, taking what she wants—what she needs—from me.
I bend my head to snag a nipple between my teeth, and she thrashes against me. “Oh shit! They’re so sensitive.” I still, afraid I’ve hurt her. “Don’t stop!” she commands, her voice wild, out of control. I bring her nipple back up to my lips, licking and sucking on it before giving the other one equal attention.
My other hand rests on her ass, making sure she doesn’t fall as she continues to ride me, bouncing up and down on my cock. Her clit is rubbing against my front. I feel her muscles tighten and know she’s close but not quite there.
Lifting her off me, I turn us around. “Hands against the wall, now,” I demand. Her delicate hands slap the wall and her ass juts out on display. I separate her thighs and watch the water drip down her perfect round ass. I give it a good slap, and she lets out a soft moan, her ass squirming with need. She turns her head slightly, about to say something, but before she can say a word, I grip her hips and thrust into her from behind.
She lets out a loud groan as her head falls forward. Gripping her hip with one hand, I pump into her over and over again. My other hand skirting around to her clit, massaging the swollen nub as Olivia meets me thrust for thrust.