Page 70 of Devotion

Then he finally breaks the kiss and turns me around, bending me over the bathroom vanity, checking my pussy with his fingers and then pulling his cock out of his suit so he can penetrate me with it.

I’m used to the size of him inside me now. It feels very full. Very tight. But it doesn’t hurt. I fumble for purchase on the smooth surface as he pushes into me with hard, primitive thrusts.

He’s watching my face in the mirror. So am I. It’s flushed red. My features are twisting with effort and pleasure, and there’s a wildness in my eyes I’ve never seen before. For some reason, the sight of myself getting fucked by him makes me come before I expect it.

I cry out as I shake through the spasms. He keeps fucking me and grunting with every push, his eyes never leaving my face.

Sometimes he talks during sex, but he’s beyond that right now. Already. His grunts get louder as his thrusts get harder. My body isn’t entirely comfortable bent over like this with the hard edge shoved against my belly. But that makes it even hotter for reasons I can’t understand.

I come again. My body has been jiggled so wildly I’ve lost a couple of hairpins, and my hair has tumbled down all over my face and shoulders.

“Come… back… to me… baby.” He forces the words out through his clenched jaw.

“I will. I promise.” I make a sobbing sound as, improbably, my pussy spasms all around him with yet another orgasm.

This time he comes too, letting out a loud, uncontrolled sound as he jerks through the climax.

He forgot to pull out like he normally does. I don’t even notice until I start to feel the spurts of his release filling my pussy.

It’s his choice. Whether to come inside me or not. If he wants to have a baby with me, that would make me as happy as any other sign of his wanting me to stay his partner long term.

Partners getting pregnant isn’t a regular thing, but it also isn’t rare. This likely isn’t the right time of the month for me to get pregnant, but the possibility excites me nonetheless.

Gabriel is still rocking into me gently, savoring his release until it’s fully spent. He’s still watching me in the mirror.

My legs are shaky when I try to straighten. He helps me, gently turning me around and taking my face in his hands.

He kisses me lightly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m good. Just kind of stiff.” I stretch my back. Try my knees, pleased when this time they support me.

“I meant to pull out. I’m not sure what I was thinking. Are you upset about that?”

My eyes widen. “Of course not. Why would I be upset?”

After searching my expression, his mouth relaxes. “It seems rather stupidly adolescent to get you pregnant by accident.”

I giggle at that. “It’s your choice, Gabriel. You can come inside me or keep pulling out. Or we can time it to avoid when I’m most fertile. It’s entirely up to you.”

For some reason those words make him grow still. He asks very softly, “Why is it only up to me?”

I cock my head to the side, genuinely confused. “Because I’m your partner. It’s my job to make you happy. And what that looks like is up to you.”

I intend the explanation to be reassuring. Comforting. But I’m not sure I succeed. He seems stiffer than only a few moments ago. Like he’s mentally withdrawn.

“What’s the matter?” I stroke his chest with one hand.

“Nothing’s the matter. You don’t have much time before the car arrives, so you probably need to get cleaned up and head downstairs.”

He’s right. I don’t have much time to go to the bathroom, wash up, redo my hair, and smooth out my dress. Gabriel is waiting outside when I emerge from the bathroom.

He smiles at me, looking normal again. Whatever the issue was before has clearly passed.

“I’ll be back tomorrow night,” I tell him as I walk over to pick up my bag.

“I’ll be here.”

The driveto Saint Louis is smooth and uneventful. It goes quickly because I’m gawking out the window the whole time at an entirely new landscape—wooded hills and small settlements and the ruins of what used to be developed towns before the Fall.

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