The Convenient Wife

Letting out a loud giggle, I snap my eyes to his. “Till your seed is planted?” I can’t stop myself as the laughing gets louder and more unhinged. “Your seed, really?”

Bolt starts to chuckle as he runs his fingers through my hair. “All right, so maybe my choice of words wasn’t sexy, but yeah, I want you to have my baby, I want a family with you, I want us to bring a piece of ourselves into the world.”

“I want that too,” I say, tangling my fingers in his hair and holding his head. “I want to have your babies.” Kissing his lips, I pull away quickly. “I want to get a big belly and waddle around not seeing my feet for months.”

“The thought of that is so fucking hot.” Walking me backwards, my legs hit the couch, causing me to teeter on my heels. Bolt smirks as he pushes his chest against mine, lowering me to the cushion. “Just picturing you with a bump, my bump, it makes me so fucking hard.”

His hips split my legs apart, forcing them to open wide, giving him all the room he needs. “Mm,” I moan, moving my hands down his back.

My fingertips dip between the strong muscles in his shoulders, following the hard curves and deep crevices. Scratching my nails back up, I arch off the couch, brushing my breasts against his chest.

“Damn, Star, you feel that? You feel what you do to me?” Rubbing his length against my pussy, I can feel the wetness start to seep against my panties. “Feel how hard I am right now?” he asks, gyrating his hips.

Feverishly, I fumble with the belt around his waist as I kiss him hard. I don’t need to tell him to fuck me, I don’t need to use my voice at all. Bolt is tugging my shirt over my head, and I’m pulling his belt free so I can get to the button.

His tongue finds my nipple, flicking over the hard bead and swirling around the outside. Taking my tit in his mouth, he sucks hard, hollowing his cheeks as he looks up at me.

I can see what he’s feeling in his eyes, the passion, the hunger, the love. A small flame flickers bright as his lips slip off my breast with a gentle pop.

“Take me, Bolt.” Arching my back hard, I push my chest into his face as my head falls back and my eyes snap shut. “Take me and never let me go.”

Bolt’s body stills above me, his hands move across my face, swooping gently around my cheeks and pulling it down. He wants me to look him in the eyes, refusing to go any further until my attention is focused on him.

Dancing his eyes over mine, it feels like he’s peering deep into my soul. My chest heats as he reaches my heart, taking it into his hands and claiming it for himself.

“I’ll never let you go, Starla, not ever. I love you with everything I have. You own me, you own all of me.” His words are firm, filled with all the truth he had to bear.

I believe him, I believe that he means every word he says. There’s no fear in his voice, no doubt, or uncertainty. Bolt loves me.

We found something together that most people spend an entire lifetime looking for. We found our eternity.

Because sometimes it takes a convenient wife to find your forever.