Page 55 of Before You Can Blink
As I wrestled with my belt buckle, the insistent throbbing of my cock grew so unbearable that I barely managed to unzip my fly and shove my pants over my ass before I was inside her.
Daisy’s blue eyes sprang open at the sudden fullness, and I groaned at the feeling of her walls rippling around me so tight it made it hard to breathe.
The height of the bench wasn’t ideal, so I scooped her up and spun us around so that I could pin her against the opposite wall. Hands anchored on her hips, I began to pound into her, the angle perfect to have me rubbing against her clit with every smooth stroke.
“Give me one more,” I gritted out, jaw clenched. The grip on my self-control was slipping fast.
Teeth descending onto her lower lip, my wife shook her head. “Too much.”
“Not enough,” I all but growled.
Using the wall for leverage, I anchored my hold on her hips, slamming her down with so much force a broken scream tore its way up her throat and floated toward the high ceiling.
“That’s it. Come on, Daze.”
Each crash of our bodies grew more violent than the last, the slap of skin meeting skin deafening.
“Jett!” My name came out as a desperate cry, a split second before she finally let go.
I pumped into her spasming pussy as many times I was able before heat crawled up my spine, and as much as it killed me, I knew I had to pull the ripcord.
I lifted Daisy off my cock, my tip barely clearing her entrance before I exploded, my cum painting everything from her puffy lower lips to her belly to her breasts. When the endless spurts finally stopped, my chest heaved like I’d just run a marathon. Okay, maybe it was more like a sprint, but who was counting?
Contented hums came in time with each of Daisy’s exhales. Pale skin tinted pink, she had this rosy glow about her, and it struck me that she’d never looked more beautiful.
It was nothing short of a damn miracle that she was mine.
December
We might still be stuck in this cabin, but at least this year we managed to put up a Christmas tree. The soft glow of the white lights strung through the branches illuminated the darkened room, with Aspen already asleep, hopefully dreaming sweet dreams about Santa’s visit later tonight.
A hand slid over my shoulder, and a glass of whiskey came into view. I accepted it gratefully, eager for it to help ease some of the aches and pains that seemed to constantly plague me.
Daisy rounded the edge of the couch as I took a sip, sinking down to curl into my side.
Against the top of her head, I asked, “None for you?”
The irony that nowIwas the one who required a nightcap to sleep soundly at night wasn’t lost on me.
Sighing, she let her body weight sag against me. “Can’t.”
That had me rearing back. “Can’t?”
She grabbed the hand slung around her waist and moved it so that it rested on her belly, repeating her words for emphasis. “Can’t.”
Stunned speechless, I pulled away, searching her face for any signs that she was fucking with me right now.
Daisy’s lips twisted into a grimace. “Surprise?”
“But—” A disbelieving rush of air flew from my mouth. “But we haven’t—”
You had to have sex to get pregnant, and there wasn’t much of that going on these days.
Then it struck me. “The barn.”
“The barn,” she confirmed.
The timing made sense, but there was still something that didn’t add up. “With Aspen, I, uh . . .”
