Page 9 of Heart Mended

She arches in protest as her breasts meet the cool surface of the granite, but I’m unrepentant, my hand encouraging her to stay down.

“Haven’t got a condom,” I whisper.

“No need,” she rasps back.

I nod, her response as expected. It’s highly unlikely she’ll get pregnant again. Once was a miracle, twice, even that word wouldn’t describe it, but if there’s a risk, she needs to have the choice.

I position my cock to that place he thinks is his home, pushing gently in, giving her time to adjust to my size. Then my patience is gone. I slide back out, then ram in.

Fuck. This woman.

However long I live, I’ll never get tired of the feel of her. She’s perfect for me.

Though I’m in the dominant position, she doesn’t give in. She’s pushing back, meeting me thrust for thrust. An active participant taking whatever I want to dole out and giving it back with interest.

“Fuck me like you mean it,” she growls.

Barking a laugh, I do just that. Hammering in and thrusting as hard as I can. With her, however rough it gets, we’re always making love. Our kind of loving, no one else’s.

“I’m going to…”

“Hang on, babe. Hang on.” My balls are tightening, drawing up. It takes little more than another few seconds and a few more pumps before I’m ready as well. “Come for me.”

She does, with a wail. Cum shoots up, then out from the tip of my cock, flooding her. Collapsing forward, I hold her tight. This woman who saved me when I most needed it, she completes me. She’s my life.

We both need a moment to recover, to get our breath back. My cock becomes flaccid, and while I don’t want to lose the connection, it slowly slips out. I stand and help her upright.

“Heart.” She flicks her hand at me.

“What?” I ask, innocently, while reaching out and tearing off a few sheets of paper towel, to clean her up.

“You didn’t even get undressed. While I’m—”

“While you’re naked, barefoot and in the kitchen,” I say unapologetically, adding with a smirk, “Just how I like it.”

Her eyes move from my face, down my body, taking in that I haven’t even removed my cut. Her gaze pauses on my cock which I smartly tuck back into my jeans and do the zip up before her scrutiny finally takes in my boots still on my feet. When she looks back up, she’s got an unreadable expression on her face.

“You left out one thing, my caveman lover.”

My eyes narrow. “What?”

“Naked, barefoot, in the kitchen, and,” her naked body turns around, making my eyes flick down to her heart-shaped ass and her hand reaches out to take something that’s been hidden out of sight. “Pregnant,” she announces showing me the stick with a flourish.

My eyes snap to hers. For a moment I can say nothing at all. Then, sweeping back my long dirty blond hair, I shake my head in disbelief. “Jesus.”

The pleasure slides off her face. “Heart?”

It’s then I see she’s totally misinterpreted my reaction. Moving swiftly, I pull her into my arms.

“Fuck, Marc. Life just keeps giving, doesn’t it? I thought it had taken everything away, now it just keeps giving back.”

Kissing the top of her head, I move her slightly so I can put a finger under her chin and turn her face up. “Are you okay? We haven’t been careful, I never…”

“More than okay, Heart.” She leans her cheek against my chest. “But maybe we ought to be more careful in the future. One more baby, and that will have to be the last.”

“Doctor, tomorrow,” I say firmly. All went well last time, but with the issues from the accident she had when she was eighteen, any pregnancy couldn’t be guaranteed, nor that she’d be able to carry the baby to term.

“No worrying, Heart, okay? What will be, will be.”

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