Page 16 of Never Have We Ever
He grinned. “You should read my letters, Madame Dubois.”
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This is it. No turning back…
Luckily, Valeska did not have to suffer from a last-minute bout of anxiety before she and her husband reached the point of no return. André had timed his thrusts and the moment of his climax to include his wife’s own orgasmic escape. She would not be able to think about a damn thing – besides how wonderful it felt, of course – as he came inside of her.
That’s how it usually ended, but this timewas different. Not only had Valeska stopped taking her birth control a week ago, but according to the calendar, she was ovulating. While it was no guarantee that conception would occur within the next few days, she had been anticipating this night with anxious dread.
There. That was it. No turning back. Good thing her orgasm had eased her nerves so well that she was nothing but smiles and sighswhen her husband kissed her and continued to gently thrust his hips against thighs.
“You didn’t say it,” his tired voice said into her ear.
Valeska almost forgot what he meant. “Je jouis,” she muttered.
“Close enough.” He chuckled into the crook of her neck. “I think it’s nice when you say it in German too.”
“Do I?”
“Often.”
He offered one last kiss before pulling out. Valeska was contentto lay in their bed and think of nothing but pleasant things, but her husband had done too much reading into purposeful pregnancies on his last business trip and decided to help his wife “concentrate” on more important matters.
“What are you…” Valeska gripped the headboard behind her and bit her bottom lip. There was something delightfully dirty about her husband shoving his fingers inside ofher after having just marked his marital territory. “We have words for this fetish in German.”
“I’m sure it sounds very silly. Lift your hips, Madame Dubois.”
What was this, yoga class? Valeska played along, but only because she adored that mischievous glint in her husband’s eyes. “What else did you read in that book of yours?”
“Dr. Plant assured me that my wife’s orgasmic state would makeconception more likely to occur. Would you like another one?”
“Another what? Biscuit?”
“No crumbs in the bed, please.”
Valeska often wondered if they could say such silly things in either German or French. Or did English simply lend itself to such pillow talk? “Is this going to be every time we have sex from now on?”
“Why? Do you hate it?”
What? Hate having multiple orgasms before shovingher hips up in the air and feeling her husband shove every finger he could into her pussy so none of his seed escaped? Well, they had done weirder things, honestly.
As it turned out, they only needed to do such nonsense for the next few weeks, until Valeska returned from the doctor with the good news… and a whole new set of anxieties her mother never prepared her for.
