I worked her up until she was on the edge again, then flipped her to her side and scooted over until my front was plastered to her back. I hooked one of her legs back over mine, opening her wide and thrust deep inside her. I set a hard and fast pace, but when I moved her hair away and saw the tattoo, something inside me melted and our movements became less frantic. I kissed each name as I made love to her. I slid my hand over her belly, resting my palm there and whispering how much I adored her, our kids, our life. Telling her how happy I was about the new baby.
Belle’s back bowed a heartbeat before she fell apart. Her pussy clamped down on my cock and dragged me with her. Her name erupted from my mouth with a roar as I poured everything I had into her.
The frantic feeling returned, and I rolled us over so that she was on her stomach. “Fuck! Fuck! Oh, fuck, yeah!” I started pounding in and out, hard and fast. “One more, baby,” I growled. In a flash, we were both coming again.
I was practically drowning in the tumultuous waves of bliss crashing over me. Breathing was a struggle, but the nirvana I was experiencing kept me from giving a single fuck.
When we finally began to float back down to earth, we fell into an exhausted, sweaty heap. I held her close, my hand brushing up and down her back, occasionally tracing the names on her skin.
“I love you,” Belle whispered.
“Baby, love isn’t a strong enough word for what I feel for you.”
She snuggled back into me and since I was still inside her, my dick started to stir. I groaned. “You need to be still. I don’t have the energy to fuck you again.”
Belle snorted, and I smiled into her hair. “Liar.”
I lifted my head and grinned devilishly down at her. “Maybe you’re right. Besides, I still owe you a birthday spanking.”