Page 116 of Atlas
“Turn around.”
Jolene changed direction to face me and leaned down to kiss me, deep and passionate, before returning to riding me. As much as I loved to spank her butt, I also loved to have eye contact with her and let my hands feel the weight of her gorgeous breasts.
My mind played with the thought that one day, I hoped to see Jolene with our child growing inside her bulging belly and her breasts heavy from milk.
Now that I had accepted that I wasn’t a psychopath and that with a mom like Jolene, our children would have all the emotional support they needed, I was beginning to hate the condoms.
I had brought up the subject of children a few times in a casual way, but I was careful not to pressure Jolene.
Her eyes were closed, her head leaning back, and her hands placed on my chest as she rode me with her mouth slightly open.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I muttered and placed my hand on her stomach.
One day!
Jolene changed position to squat above me, which allowed her to move faster. My eyes rolled back, and I groaned from the sensations that the fast friction created.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Jolene was using me to get off again, and leaning forward, she fisted into my hair and pumped her core up and down my cock.
When she was just about to come, I planted my hands on her behind, holding her in place while I hammered in and out of her at high speed.
She screamed again, and I didn’t even try to hold back my orgasm. Pulling out, I ripped the condom off and aimed at her belly.
One day my semen will be allowed inside her instead of outside. One day!
For a few minutes, we lay panting on the floor.
With a hand to my cheek, Jolene, made me turn my face and look at her. “I’ve been thinking.”
“About what?”
“Do you remember way back when you were still ashamed of your sexual fantasies, and you told me about impregnating me without consent?”
“Yes.”
“If you wanted to live out that fantasy, I think I would be okay with it.”
I widened my eyes; my heart which had been calming down after the sex, was back to racing again as I wondered if Jolene had read my mind. For a long moment, we just stared at each other.
“I realize that my saying it ruins the fantasy, but I love you, and you’ve been mentioning children lately, so I thought…”
“Shhh.” I placed a finger across her lips.
She watched me as I got up from the floor and reached out my hand to pull her up.
“Come.” I pushed her gently in front of me in the direction of our bedroom.
“Where are we going?”
“We’re not making a child on the floor.”
She looked back over her shoulder. “I didn’t mean now. It was just a thought.”
With my hands on her shoulder, I steered Jolene into the bedroom and crawled onto the bed with her.
“Atlas, I think you misunderstood. It wasn’t a request for you to do it right now. It was just for the future, you know.” Her fast speech was a sure sign that the situation made her nervous, but I’d been waiting for this moment for months now. Jolene was the most important person in my life, and the thought of seeing her pregnant with our child made my cock rock hard again.
Reaching over her, I opened the drawer in the nightstand.
