Page 77 of Moonshot

“But, Mick, I like my house. I have a yard. It’s not big, but it’s big enough if and when we finally get a dog. You’re gone two nights a week. We don’t need anything bigger right now. Do you not like it here?”

“I love your place. And I guess there’s enough room. I was just thinking down the road.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, kids and stuff.”

My mouth drops open at this statement. Not sure why, but this was the last thing I was expecting him to say.

“Okay, you know how you were worried I might think moving in together was rushing it? That didn’t worry me. But this kinda does,” I say softly. Biting my lower lip, I worry I’ve hurt his feelings.

“You don’t want to have babies with me?”

My hand literally flies to my chest, the combination of his hurt voice and his concerned countenance making my heart ache. “No, Mick. I’d love to have babies with you. One day. Just not now. You’re my forever. I know that. But all of these things take adjusting to. And my headaches aren’t going away. I have an appointment with Dr. Kramer, the neuropsychiatrist. I’m hoping she can shine a light on some ways I haven’t considered to get them under better control. But it’s going to be tough enough worrying my situation is too much for you. Then adding dogs and kids into the equation…”

Michael reaches for me, scooping me up into his lap. “That’s better. You’re right. I’m just happy. I guess I got ahead of myself.”

“I love you. I want all of those things, eventually. Only one at a time. Plus a bigger house takes more upkeep, and I’m not ready for that. How about we try living together for a while, and if we don’t kill each other, then we add a dog?” I play with his dark, silky curls and trace my finger along his sharp jawline. “Besides…”

“Besides, what?”

“Well, if we have a big fancy house with a dog and kids, what do I have left to offer worthy of a ring?”

“Oh, having my babies is a bargaining chip, huh?” He chuckles.

“And here I thought the dog would be the better bargaining chip. You are always surprising me, Michael York.”

Mick laughs. “Babe. I’m not in a hurry for anything. I have you. I’d put a ring on your finger tomorrow if you’d let me. But you’re right. I need to slow my roll and enjoy us. When things with your health have improved, and we’re both ready, we’ll take the next step.”

Bending down, I bite his lower lip, hoping he knows I’m interested in taking this conversation in a different direction. His tongue instantly slides into my mouth, and I want to reassure him how happy I am that this is our new life together.

“So, when you moving your stuff in?” I reach down and stroke his already hard cock through his slacks.

“Ava,” he groans.

Sliding down his legs, I perch at his feet and reach for his zipper. The sound of the metal teeth tumbling together as I unzip, making my mouth water. I lick my lower lip and hear another appreciative exhale from above. After I’ve managed to get his pants pulled down to his knees, I tug down his boxers, allowing his heavy erection to spring free. Not wasting any time, I grab the base and give his crown a lick.

“Ohhh,” he moans loudly as his head drops back against the couch.

Stroking slowly, I slide my hand up and down his thick, warm shaft before taking him in deep. I use my free hand to play with his balls, occasionally retracting to lick each of them.

I can tell Mick’s coming apart at the seams when he grabs ahold of my hair and starts to push himself in deep, the feel of his engorged cock hitting the back of my throat causing my eyes to water.

“Fuck, Els. I’m going to come down your pretty little throat. Is that what you want?”

I simply nod, my mouth full, trying to relax as he ruts into me.

“Els-”

His voice is cut short as the grip in my hair tightens further, and I suddenly feel spurt after spurt hitting my throat. As turned on as this has made me, there’s a sense of pride at bringing this incredibly handsome, sweet, devoted man such pleasure.

“Oh, babe.”

“Yes,” I answer, wiping my eyes.

“I hope you’ve recovered from the weekend because when I’m done with you, you’re going to need another nap.”

Mick

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