Change of Heart (Fostering Love 2)

Maybe I was a dick. Insensitive, or whatever. But for the entire ride home, I’d been really conscious of the fact that there was no way to get Ani pregnant. I could fuck her any way I wanted to, come inside her at any time, and there was no way for my worst nightmare to happen.

I didn’t have to worry about a broken condom or faulty birth control. It was like Christmas.

“So am I but…” She looked off to the side for a moment, squeezing her lips together. “Okay, yeah.”

“Yeah?”

She didn’t answer me again with words, but instead, pulled my cock away from my belly and ran it through the wet lips of her pussy. She kept doing it, rubbing it back and forth for a long time.

“Sorry,” she laughed humorlessly, and shook her head. “I’m nervous all of a sudden.” Her cheeks grew pink as she tried to play it off, but I could see how uncomfortable she was by the tilt of her head and the way her jaw clenched.

I knew her. I knew all of her tics, most of her expressions.

“Hey,” I called quietly, sitting up so our faces were close. “That’s why you’re on top.” I reached up and gently pushed her hair away from the sides of her face. “Go at your own pace; it hurts—we stop.”

“This is stupid,” she replied, notching my dick at her opening and barely pressing me inside. “The doctor said I’m healed.”

“Then stop fucking around,” I said shortly.

“You’re such a dick,” she gasped, pressing down harder against me.

“I’m thirty-two years old. I stopped dry humping when I was seventeen—” My entire body jerked as she suddenly forced herself down. “Oh, fuuuck.”

I’d known that pissing her off would get her out of her head, but I hadn’t realized how little it would take to make her forget her fear.

“It feels different without a condom,” she whispered into my ear, running her hands into the back of my hair and fisting it tightly as she rolled her hips.

“No shit,” I gasped out. “Fuck, that’s good.”

“It doesn’t feel different?” she asked hesitantly. The word came out tentatively, and I knew she didn’t mean different—she meant bad. Why she’d ever think that, I had no clue. But it was so far from the truth it was laughable.

Her words hit me hard. I don’t know if it was the vulnerability that normally she would have killed to keep hidden or the fact that she’d trusted me with it, but in that moment, I felt more tenderness for her than I’d ever felt in my entire life.

“Better,” I whispered, kissing her jaw. “It’s better.”

She pulled back to look in my eyes, then didn’t look away as she lifted up and slid back down. I caught her smile as my eyes drifted closed and my head tilted toward the ceiling.

A sexy woman was fucking me raw, tight as hell and wet as fuck, and there was no way I could get her pregnant. It may have been the best moment of my life.

“Best moment of my life.”

“Jesus, it doesn’t take much, does it?” Ani laughed.

“Did I say that out loud?”

“Sure did.”

I pulled her hands from my hair and fell back on the bed, my hands rising to grip her waist. She was so slender that I felt like I could wrap my fingers all the way around her if I tried. I’d have to come back to that later.

“Go,” I ordered, lifting her up and dropping her back down. “Stop fucking around and do it.”

Ani smiled and fell forward, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth, pulling on it as she leaned back again.

Then she braced her hands on my chest and ground down hard. Within minutes, she was bouncing above me, and one of her hands had slid down her torso to press against her clit. Every time she rose up, I could feel the tips of her fingers against my dick, rubbing and pressing.

She came first, thank God. But I was right behind her.

Chapter 6

Anita

So, sex without a condom meant a very messy cleanup and a wet spot on the bed. Good to know.

“Shower with me?” Bram asked as he pulled me up off his bed.

“What happened to postcoital cuddling?” I asked when he didn’t wait for my answer and tugged me into the bathroom. “Is that not a thing anymore?”

“It’s a thing,” he answered as he turned on the shower. “But I have a beard.”

I tilted my head to the side as I waited for him to continue, but that was all he said.

“And?” I finally asked as we climbed into the shower.

“And it smells like your pussy,” he said, his lips pulling up in a satisfied grin. “I like it.”

“Then why are you washing it off?” I asked, stepping into the spray nonchalantly like my cheeks weren’t on fire.