His eyes are fixed on my tits, my T-shirt clinging tightly to them.
“Maybe not. I kind of like this look,” he says.
I swim to the side and remove my shirt, then slip out of my yoga pants, tossing them on the concrete. Then I swim back to him and jump up, wrapping my arms behind his neck and my legs around his waist. The tip of his erection nudges gently between my legs, as if asking for permission to enter.
Instead, I kiss him again, putting all my heart into it. Our lips and tongues, our slippery skin rubbing together, the warm water lapping at our bodies—it’s all so sensual. It’s beyond the physical, though, I’m crazy in love with the man I’m entwined with.
I gaze lovingly into my fiancé’s eyes. I’ll be looking into these eyes every day for the rest of my life, and it feels so comfortable, so perfectly right.
“So, we’re going to make some babies?” I ask, already knowing that we’re going to make an extraordinary couple, and have extraordinary babies.
“Absolutely. As many babies as you want.”
I release my legs’ grip on Ty’s waist, easing down his body and feeling his hardness slowly fill me up.
“Then we should start practicing now,” I whisper.
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