Page 184 of Tattooed Love

She looked at me in shock. “Are we seriously talking about kids now? First, we are moving in together and now you are telling me in two years you want to have children with me?”

“I want to have as many children as I can with you.” I was about to thrust into her, but first, we had to agree. “Two years, you stop all contraception?”

“You want to have children with me?” She repeated herself like she hadn’t heard what I’d just said.

“As many as I can.”

“You are serious.” Finally, she’d picked up on it.

I kissed her lips quickly “Two years?”

“I’ll be twenty.”

“Perfect age.” I kissed the top of her breast, wanting nothing more than to push into her.

She looked me in the eye; I was serious, she knew that now. She nodded her head. “Ok, two years.” She took a staggered breath in. “Next, you’ll be proposing.”

I smirked. I was going to propose to her, but not tonight. I needed to get her the perfect ring. Something made just for her finger. Yeah, the jeweler was going to love seeing me and the amount of money I was going to throw down to make sure it was one of a kind.

“You ready sweetheart?” I kissed her cheek and she slowly nodded her head. I pushed into her slowly, in no hurry. We had all night.

God, she was warm. I knew every curve of her body as my hand explored her again. Her breasts were made for me. I locked my lips at the base of her neck. Sucking on her, I started to pick up speed. She was meeting every thrust; even though she was running on no sleep, she was enjoying this, nearly as much as me.

“You ok?” I pulled my mouth off her neck; she had her eyes shut and was doing what she said she didn’t do - relaxing.

“With you, I am.” The words just coming off her lips. I knew it was the truth as soon as she said it; I could hear it in her tone.

“You happy if I pick up the speed?” I said, not automatically doing it. I was happy to go slow with her. Her body was exhausted, and I had to factor that in. She had traveled nearly twenty hours and, from the looks of it before that, she hadn’t exactly been resting.

Her eyes opened and the sweetest smile spread across her face. “You’re in control, remember?”

“You aren’t too tired?”

Her lips parted just as I thrust into her harder. “No, not now. Fuck me like you are never going to again.”

“That’s never going to happen.” I was never letting her go again. Her days of traveling overseas were over but if she wanted it hard, I’d give it to her hard so I started to thrust into her harder. Watching her face as her lips twitched up, I knew she was getting exactly what she wanted.

“You like that sweetheart?” I went in deeper; the whole going slow thing disappeared now. I wanted her panting. I wanted her coming. I needed to hear her moan my name. I kept going deeper into her; faster. I could feel her clenching around me. She was close, and seeing her face, I decided on a new rule.

“Another rule,” I said as I thrust into her, “You come when you’re told.” I could feel she was so bloody close. “Like now!” I growled.

“I can’t.” She was out of breath, her back arching. “I can’t,” she repeated.

“You can!” I thrust harder into her, feeling her slowly clench around me. She was ready to burst. I just had to get her over the edge. “And when you come, you say my name.”

I increased our speed, knowing what she needed. I felt her walls clench around me, her face melt in pleasure; I’d got her there. My name coming off her lips as she finished. She was breathing sharply, her arms locked around my neck.

“Good girl sweetheart.” I kissed her forehead. “That is exactly what I wanted.” Every night. I wanted to see that look on her face, and hear her say my name as she came.

“I don’t think I can do that again,” she said, out of breath, basically still trembling around me.

“Yes you can sweetheart. You’re going to be doing it again in a few minutes.” I was going to make her come over and over again. I started picking up my pace, seeing she was recovering. I didn’t want her to recover completely. She was sensitive; I knew that as my hand slid off her breast and between her legs.

“No…” her hand shot out, as if she knew what I was going to do. “I can’t take any more.”

“Do I have to remind you of the rule that says I’m in control?” I growled. I thrust into her deeper for defying me and she moaned, loving everything I was giving her. “You’re mine, remember?” I gave it to her harder.

She took her hand off mine. “You’re going to kill me.”

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