Page 70 of The Virgin's Baby
“Next year they’ll all be in pre-k,” she reminded me. “And we’ll be home alone.”
“I thought you wanted to get back to finishing college.” She hadn’t spoken about it a lot, but that had been the idea before the triplets had arrived.
“It’s only one semester, Ransom. I can do it while I’m pregnant. Plus, I can do most of the classes online now.” She ran her hands over her voluptuous body. “I can’t really understand it, babe. I’m just aching to be filled with your baby again.”
“Aching?” I asked, bewildered that anyone could actually feel that way.
With a nod, she whispered, “Desperately aching, Ransom. Come on, babe. Let’s have a baby the way God intended. This go-round things will be very different. In a good way.”
I had to admit that my inner-male was more than flattered that my wife wanted desperately to have my baby again. And this time we would do it as a married couple, not a sperm donor and segregate mother.
Aspen
On the night of our third wedding anniversary, my husband and I began the effort of getting pregnant. We’d made love tons of times but never like this.
Ransom’s blue eyes pierced me as he gazed at me. His hand moved to cup my face. “I would be honored to father another child with you, my love.”
Letting out a sigh of relief, I pushed his swimming trunks down to free the erection they’d hidden from me. “Good. I’m glad you want to do this too.”
“I didn’t even know I wanted it until you asked.” His hand moved to caress my cheek. “But now that you have, I desperately want to see you pregnant with my baby.” His lips took mine with a gentle kiss.
Wrapping my arms around him, I moved to make my body flush with his. There’d never been a better feeling than when we were skin to skin. As if the world melted away; all I thought of was him.
Without me being much aware of it, he quickly had me on my back on the bed. His knee pushed my legs apart then he settled between them. Not forcing his erection into me yet, he teased me, rubbing it back and forth on my sex.
His hair felt silky as my fingers ran through it. The kiss, still soft and tantalizing, began to grow more passionate. As if he’d grown hungry for me, he kissed me harder, demanding more from me.
The heat that surged through my body had me arching up to him, wanting to feel his swollen cock deep inside. I wanted to feel him stretching me to fit him, slamming against me, relentlessly.
But he wasn’t about to give me what I wanted yet. True to his nature, Ransom made me wait.
I suppose I could’ve gotten angry with him. The man had a knack for making me wait. But when he finally let me have what I wanted, it always felt that much sweeter.
He’d taught me to have more patience than I knew possible. And that helped me with our triplets too. They could be little pains in the butt at times, demanding our attention. Thanks to Ransom teaching me patience, I rarely got upset about it.
The man had turned my life into a fairytale. Once as poor as a church mouse, I now belonged to the prestigious Whitaker family. The wife of the vice-president of Whitaker Oil made me one proud lady.
Shortly after getting married, Ransom had asked his grandfather to let him work for the oil company he’d founded. Lucius, being delighted that his grandson had finally shown interest in the legacy he’d built from the ground up, jumped at the chance.
In no time at all, Ransom had risen to the top, taking the position just under his grandfather’s. And one day he would take the president’s spot at the profitable oil company.
I’d wanted nothing more than to raise our children. All thoughts of a career in the oil industry were all but gone for me. But somewhere in the back of my mind, I did truly want to finish my master’s degree. If nothing else, I could move into a career after the kids were older, and I would have that degree to show everyone that I wasn’t merely a spoiled Whitaker who got whatever she wanted. I did want to be respected by those I worked with after all.
It hadn’t been easy for Ransom to earn the respect of the people he worked with. He had to prove himself worthy of that. And he’d done so very well.
The man had grown so much since the first time we’d met. I couldn’t have been prouder of him. I felt pride in all of it: his career and devotion to the oil company, our marriage and his commitment to me, as well as a father to our three little monsters as he affectionately called them.
And I wanted to add at least one more to our little herd of monsters.
Gasping as he finally ended his teasing, pushing his fat cock into me, I moaned with relief as his mouth left mine to graze the side of my neck, “Ransom.”
“You want to have my baby?” he whispered.
Moving my body with his like the waves on the ocean just beneath us, I answered, “Yes. I want to have your baby, Ransom. Please, give me what I’m craving.”
“My hot seed?” he asked with a sexy laugh.
“Oh, yeah,” I moaned as he moved at a slow pace. “All of it.”
