“We’re out of condoms,” she reminded him. “You said you’d go get some today. And you already came inside me that last time in the garage a few weeks ago. Lucky for you I’d just had my period end, so I wasn’t too worried about it. But this time we’re in the danger zone, buddy.”
“I didn’t have time,” he said, stretching and yawning.
“Then you don’t have time to make love to me.”
“How did you . . . ?” His mouth dropped open. “I was just looking at you. I didn’t say anything about sex.”
“Sweetie.” She lifted one eyebrow and barely glanced over at him. “With how hard you’re breathing over there, I knew it was either a stalker or you. And since you live with me, I figured you were hard and wanting and the most likely suspect.” She set her phone down. “Plus, it’s two o’clock—that’s usually when you’re dying for it.”
“It’s when it’s time to explode with me, love. That’s all it is. Kids take naps at this time, and you need the orgasm, too. It’s medically good for you, and it helps you to relax and—”
She smiled so wide, his breath caught. “You’re adorable—explaining medical benefits of sex.”
“It’s not only sex to me. It’s you. It’s me on top of you. It’s your moans in my ear. It’s my dick in a deep, soft, warm spot I adore.” He swallowed because his mouth was watering. “And I love the idea of your breasts being mine alone for a little bit. Button’s best nap is now.”
He stood on tiptoes to look over at the little guy and see if he was asleep yet.
“He’s not quite there,” she informed him, stroking the little boy’s hair.
“Please, Mari . . . I haven’t told you I’m a man all day, but I am one, and I have needs. I need you!”
She sighed but it sounded like she was fighting her urges, not at all like she was annoyed with him. “I’m ovulating today.”
“How do you know? You don’t chart your fertility, but we could start doing that if you wanted. I can check your cervix for you. It’s supposed to be pretty easy to do.” He made a loose fist, and showed her how he’d insert two fingers inside her vagina.
“No thanks, honey. I know because I’ve been crampy all day, and this is the time I try to avoid you because I’m crazy horny, and not to mention feeling a little edgy. My breasts are tender as well.”
His eyes went wide, and he gripped his thighs, bending over at the waist, trying to catch his breath. He tipped his head up just enough to see her carefully. Damn . . . Her other nipple was really hard. It was hanging out a little below her shirt. She was braless.
God bless her—this was why he loved two o’clock nap time. Clothes came off, and he knew she might be leaking a little bit of milk, too.
Yes! Her milk was good for his baby and for him as well. It was so sweet and yummy.
“You taste like soda without the fizz when I lick your dripping nipples. Did you know that?” He stalked toward her, his breathing deepening.
“That’s good to hear, but you’re not getting any. We have two kids already. I’m not ready to have another one, and you know how easy I get pregnant.”
“I knooooow,” he said, sucking in some of his saliva, attempting to escape. “What I didn’t know was that you were dying to have me, and now I won’t take no for an answer.”
He crept toward her. Those gray eyes of hers almost turned black as they darkened.
She moistened her top lip.
Well, God, she really was hungry for him. She only did that when she was ready to kiss him hard and deep.
“Adam—” She held up her hand and set it on his chest when he leaned over, ready to take what her lips wanted to give him.
“Don’t say no. You’re my wife. I’m the man. You want this, and I want to give it to you. I won’t let you get pregnant.” He took a deep breath, and her scent overwhelmed him.
He dropped to his knees, gripping her inner thighs, barely an inch away from the baby’s body.
His heart bumped a jagged beat, and it spelled out all the ways he would have her.
“How are you going to prevent it without a condom?”
“I’ll pull out.”
Her eyes closed, and she hissed a little bit. “Get real. That doesn’t work. It’s called child number three, not birth control.”
He shook his head, and tipped her head up by cupping her jaw so she’d open her eyes. “Only seven percent get pregnant that way, and I know when I’m gonna come. I’m an expert at it now. I’ll deposit my sperm in that sweet mouth of yours.” He used his thumb to part her lips and ran the pad of his finger across the bottom silky one.
Her tongue peeked out and dabbed at it.
“Suck it. Show me what you’re about to do to my dick. It wants you to, and so do I.”
She gasped.
“What? That’s what it’s called. I am going to talk like a real man all the time now. I’ve been doing that more lately. I’m sick of using proper words all the time.” He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “And your pussy is calling to me right now. I can hear it. I can feel it. And you fucking know I can smell it, wet and perfumed just for me—your lover who knows your body better than you do. Open to me. Invite my cock in. There’s nothing I want more right now than a tight, deep fuck with you.”
Her chest rose and fell, proving she was so aroused he would barely need to touch her.
He’d do it anyway, though. He loved having his fingers wet from her juicy flow.
He nipped at her ear, rounding his body over the baby, careful not to touch him.
“Two o’clock means nothing else exists except you. It means my hands must hold you, part you open so I can touch the softest parts of your body. It’s like silk that I’ve licked and held on my tongue. Plus, it’s pink. So beautiful—blushing and warm. I like pink on you. I like it when I see it because it reminds me of your wet pussy’s folds. Let me in, sweetheart. It’s so much better than anything else I know in my life. It’s you. It’s mine. I want it.” He leaned in and nudged her thighs open with his elbows. “I want your pussy to show me how amazing it is with all its gushing readiness.”
“Adaaaammm,” she whispered, but it was on the edge of a raspy moan.
“Yes, you’re asking for me . . . Trust me, and I won’t let you down.”
“Oh God,” she said, even quieter, shaking a little.
“You want to make love, and I do, too. Let’s be happy. We love each other. Why hold that away from the one we care about? It’s cruel.”
She chuckled under her breath. “You are insanely hard to say no to. You know what to say to get to me.”
“That’s how I got you to marry me.” He ran the tip of his nose down her jaw, then his hands were pulling her shirt up very carefully around the baby so as not to wake him.
“Put a blanket on the floor, and I’ll let him nap out here.”
“Let me test you first and make sure you’ll be my woman with her man inside her.” He walked his hand up her thighs and felt for her moisture. “Oh wow . . .” He groaned. “Soaking for me. Soaking for my cock. That’s beautiful. Such an amazing and obedient pussy. Adam likes that very much. Makes his dick harder.”
She sighed and her legs tightened. “Blanket.”
He pushed back, hopped up and loped down the hallway, but with the grace of a quiet cheetah. There was no way he was going to wake the baby.
This was nap time. Or love time now.
He checked on Meg, asleep in her room, then he set the thick froggy baby blanket on the floor.
She maneuvered to the ground, keeping the baby attached at the breast, until they were both lying down. Button startled for a second and then his jaw went slack and he let go.
“Time to be mine. My tits I get to suck. My soaked pussy I get to fuck as hard as I want.”
Her chest pinked at his words. Oh, he liked that.
And now this changed things.
“Black and pink are very erotic. Like some of your lingerie.”
She nodded,
but her brow scrunched up.
“Garage,” he said, pointing.
She smiled and almost bounced out of the room.
A moment later, he had a blanket spread on the hood of his black car, and he was lowering her onto it.
“It’s sloped, but that’s okay. It helps me see what I’m doing better. Almost like you’re my patient.” He grinned, but it didn’t last long because her legs were in the air, spread wide.
He lowered down a little, pulling his work bench over and then his mouth was searching for that silky crease he loved.
Pink.
Luscious.
“I ate some pineapple today,” he told her between licks and spreading her further open with his big hands.
“So? I had a banana. Why does that matter right now?” Her legs dropped and she set her heels on his shoulders.
“It means my come won’t be as bitter as it usually is. I read about it. Makes it more palatable.”
She laughed. “Seriously? Why did you read about that? I’ve never complained about your taste. I like it.” Her legs loosened a bit more and she wrapped her ankles behind his head.
This was even better! She was definitely welcoming him in.
His eyes traced over each line and curve of her swollen lips. The pink was darker than usual. She was fertile.
That turned him on so much, his pants had to go. “Too tight. You’re so swollen, but I’m even more engorged than you are.” He wrapped his hand around himself, stepped to the side and showed her his impressive length.
“Christ, Adam . . . Are you torturing me for a reason?” Her eyes were directly on his hard-on.
“No. I thought you’d like it.” His eyes dropped. “This is torture?”
“Get that thing over here so I can taste you, too.”
His twitching lips turned upward into a grin. “You want to see if the pineapple trick worked.”
“If I get some pre-come, then yes, I’ll tell you, but you said you were going to make love to me.” She took a deep breath and then she sat up.
“No. Don’t move.” He slipped two fingers inside her. My Lord, he wasn’t even searching for her cervix, but he was so deep inside her, so quick, that he felt it slick and open and soft. “How much do you want me?”
“So much I can barely keep still,” she said, her eyelids going heavy and her hands tensing up on the blanket, bunching it up a little.
“You are very fertile, love. But I can’t hold back.”
Her eyes flew up, and her nostrils flared. “Wait a minute . . . We agreed.”
She tried to get off the hood.
“I’ll still pull out. I said I would, and I don’t lie, but you . . .” he hunched over and licked her once more, pushing her legs apart with his palms “. . . are too ready for me—for this.” His wet tip dragged across the top of her right foot.
“Oh God, I’m totally gonna get pregnant. Why on earth would we want to do that? We can barely afford this house and our two kids already.”
“I’m not going to do that to you. I’m all sweaty thinking about it—yes, but I won’t. I love you, and I care more about how you feel than about having the best fuck of my life.”
She sucked in a gust of air. “Full of profanity tonight, huh? It’s just flying out of you.”
“Like my come. Lots and lots of baby-making come is inside me and will fly out. It wants you, and so do I.” He exhaled, wiping his sticky brow.
He was probably running out of time. What could he do?
“Mari, if I ever find anything that makes me as worked up as you, I might die from too much happiness.”
“I love you.” Her voice was deep, and it felt pink—like her delicate tissues.
“I love you so much, I leak and love it when I do.” He picked her up.
Her breath caught.
In the car? No. They’d done that.
His head whipped around. The car hood was nice, but it would be hard to keep it going for long with her weight bearing down on him.
His work station? He could clear it off even more. He kept it fairly tidy, but he might want to lean her back all the way.
No. Too many loud tools hitting the ground would wake his kids.
Where could he do this?
It should be nice. Well, kind of nice. Special, though.
Different.
Hmm . . .
He backed up, his legs hitting the car door.
No, not good enough. The car was okay, but there had to be a nice comfy spot for her pink to darken.
To darken under his gaze.
He moved forward, set her on the edge of his work station. There was barely enough room for her to sit on it, so he pushed a few tools back with a careful hand.
“I want to see you. All of you.” He set the stool under her, propped her feet on it. “Spread for me.”
“I’m not your patient,” she said with a lopsided grin.
“You could be. I could tell you everything’s that good about you and your body. Make sure you’re healthy enough to fuck harder than ever.” He nudged her legs wider again on the word fuck, just like he had inside when he was saying naughty things to her.
“What’s gotten into you today?” She reached for him.
“You. You’ve gotten into me. You’re in here.” He tapped his heart, then took her hands and set them on the edge of the table. “Grip it for stability, because I don’t know what my head will tell me to do to you yet, and most likely, it’ll lose.” He stroked his erection. “This is more powerful right now. It owns my actions, so I can’t say what those will be.”
She did that top-lip-wetting thing, and he grunted.
He lunged forward and grabbed his work lamp, switching it on and moving right to where she was rosy and sopping for him.
“So pretty. It calls to me, Mari.” He glanced up at her, and she seemed mesmerized with him as he studied her vulva.
He ran a fingertip around her, collecting wetness as he went, tasting it a few times.
“You really do think it’s pretty, don’t you?”
“Of course. It’s mine, and it’s got blood in there, plumping you and spreading you open for me and my cock. I love that you tell your body to prepare itself for me before I’ve even touched you.” He cocked his head to the side and got closer. He licked again, in the crease on the left.
She made a soft cooing sound. “I really don’t want to have another baby. Not yet.”
“You won’t.” He pushed his lips open on her soft folds, parting her with his mouth. His tongue darted out, making this upward motion until it was stopped by her clitoris.
She choked on a breath and her hands tightened on the ledge. “Stop teasing.”
“Not teasing—worshiping. Keep holding onto the table. Don’t touch me.”
She let go. “What did you say?”
“I said don’t touch me.”
She tried to slip off the edge, but he pushed her back on.
“Okay, this is fucked up. You never tell me not to touch you. Something’s wrong.”
“No!” His heart dropped into his spleen and crunched it a little bit, making him feel nauseous, or at least, it wanted to. “Don’t get down. Stay, please. I mean this time I want to be different. Special for us.”
“Special how?”
“Because I have something for you, but I wasn’t brave enough to give it to you until now. I need to do this.” His fingers were back inside her, rocking slowly at first, then pushing harder, further—his fingertips hitting that cervix—the door to her womb.
He was good at making her orgasm from his hands and mouth and even his cock, but this had to mean something more.
“This time it’s going to be all about you. I swear. You’ve allowed me to tell you what to do when we make love for the most part, and you even came out here into this hot, muggy garage because you know I love it out here, so let me give you this.” He tipped his fingers up, and thought he might have found it.
Was that it? That spot? He knew it
was there. He’d hit it with his dick a few times during sex, but with his fingers? Not on purpose—no.
Her arching back and her legs closing in on him made him smile and his chest explode with heat that drifted down to his cock.
“That’s what I want to give you.”
“You’re killing me, sweetheart.” She dropped her head back, moaning.
“Killing you by bringing your life the sweetness that you’ve given mine.” He hummed his new song. Sucked and hummed. Held her open and hummed. Stroked that spot inside her and hummed. She would hear that song someday, and this moment would come flooding back to her.
“I . . . Oh God, I . . . Adam, we need to . . . You said we’d make l-love,” she managed to say through her harsh panting.
“We will. I swear we will.” He pushed her clit hood up with his thumb and took turns stroking it with his tongue and the pad of his thumb.
It was so slippery, he had to really concentrate on his placement.
His cock inched closer to her.
“You smell like the way I feel. So tight and ready to burst with pleasure,” he said.
“Shhhh . . . Nooooohhhhh,” she whimpered, her head flopping to the side.
He chuckled. She was ready.
His other finger inside her pushed hard, and a wet burst of fluid came out of her, landing on his foot.
“Oh wow, I . . . You gave me some of yourself.” His eyes were on that wet puddle, rather than on her pink parts.
“Noooooo, I don’t want another baby.”
When his eyes went back to her face, she was all scrunched up like a baby herself, ready to scream for milk, her eyes little slits, her lips puckered and tight.
“But you want me.” He jutted his hips up, stroking her cleft with his tip. When she made a grunting sound like she was about to die, he yanked his hand out, pushed himself inside, and she gripped into his hair. She yelped when he hit that spot inside her, then she clawed at him, begging him to come inside her.
“Oh my God, oh my—I want to, but I . . .” A second later, she kissed him hard and deep, as her inner walls rippled along his length, and he unloaded inside her. The one thing he said he wouldn’t do—that’s what he did. And fuck! It felt terrific!
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