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“We’ll be outnumbered.
He nodded. “We already could be.”
“And there’s a chance that the condom wouldn’t even work.”
He cracked a smile. “Super sperm.”
Her heart racing a million miles per minute, she said, “No condom.”
Pumpkin didn’t ask her if she was sure, didn’t question her decision. He reached down between them to notch himself at her entrance, pressing inside as he took her mouth in a fevered kiss. As wet and turned on as she was, the foreplay they’d done hadn’t been enough for her. There was a pinch of discomfort as his wide cock stretched her. He didn’t press inside or barrel his way in with no regard to her. He carefully pressed inside before backing out. Over and over again, he slowly moved deeper into her core.
Dosia gasped against his mouth. It wasn’t painful, but the tightness made her tremble. He paused, distracting her with kisses and slipping a hand between them to play with her clit. Her body started to relax under his touch, and the next time he backed out before pushing back in, her body was more accepting, looser.
He dropped his mouth down to her shoulder, letting her catch her breath. Her right leg was still hooked over his elbow. Her hands touched the hard muscles of his back, learning every ridge and dip.
When he was all the way inside her, Pumpkin paused again. She noticed that he was mostly using his arm strength, holding himself above her while keeping his legs as still as possible. He stared down at her, his eyes shining with emotion.
“I love you.”
Dosia thought her heart would explode at the declaration. He’d said it before, but it was so different when he said it while inside her. More powerful.
A tear escaped her eye. “I love you too.”
He bent down, licking the salty drop away. He rubbed his bearded cheek against her smooth one. She pressed back, nuzzling him. Her breath caught as he started to move.
Dosia was no stranger to sex, but the hot, quick nights she’d spent with past partners was nothing compared to Pumpkin making slow, passionate love with her. They kissed, they hugged, they stared into each other’s eyes in silent declaration. And when they tumbled over the edge, it was the most exhilarating, romantic experience of her life. They were truly one in that moment, two souls merged.
When they slowly came back to reality, Pumpkin used her discarded shirt to help clean her up. Her bedroom didn’t have a private bath, so he would have had to journey out into the hallway to get a warm washcloth otherwise. Dosia brushed off his apology, not caring in the slightest.
They came together twice more in the night, each time better than the last. And for the first time, they purposefully fell asleep with their arms and legs wrapped around the other like they never wanted to let go.
When the sun finally rose, it was difficult to get out of bed. As sore as she was, Dosia wanted nothing more than to make love to her man again. But they had to get up and showered before the kids.
Pumpkin lifted his head off the pillow, and his eyebrows drew down as he stared to her right where the baby monitor was on her nightstand.
“What is it?” Dosia asked, twisting to see.
“There’s a note on the camera.” He stretched his long arm across her naked form to bring the monitor closer. It was the size of a small tablet. After reading the note, he turned it around so she could see too.
Congrats on your engagement. Mom and I have the kids today. Movingboxes are outside your door. I made an appointment for you at Colton’s Jewelers at 10am.
Love, Calliope
Dosia cracked up, shaking her head at her aunt’s audacity, but also exceedingly grateful for her.
Pumpkin put the monitor back down. “That’s just freaky.”
Dosia could only agree. “Welcome to my world.”
He nudged her with his nose. “Know what this means?”
“What’s that?”
“We don’t have to get out of bed forat leastthree more hours.” Pumpkin nipped at her earlobe.
Colton’s Jewelers specialized in antiques, the kind of jewelry Dosia loved. Something with a story behind it. They weren’t usually open on a Sunday, but Calliope must have pulled some strings to make their appointment happen.
Dosia moaned, “However will we spend that time?”
