Page 112 of His Curvy Happiness
She was looking at me with love.
With the kind of love I’d always wanted to find.
“I love you, Landon. Let me feel you come inside me.”
Her words shot straight to my cock. I pounded into her, losing my mind and needing her. My body took over, slamming so hard the bed shook and her tits bounced wildly.
I looked back at where I entered her, and I lost it. My balls clenched at the same time as her channel, both insisting I stay where I was.
“Casey!” I roared as my orgasm rocketed through me. Every cell flashed hot, then let go, taking all my strength and energy and love and pouring me into her.
She responded with an orgasm, her legs holding me to her and supporting me in a way I didn’t know I needed until they were there. Her core vibrated around me, adding to my orgasm and joining us.
“I love you,” I whispered.
She smiled up at me, a dazed and sated look that told me she was feeling all the same things I was. “I love you, Landon.”
I leaned forward, kissing her gently before slipping out of her. We cleaned up, then got dressed, and I talked her into sitting on the couch with me for a little while.
“I want to buy you a house,” I told her.
“No. You don’t need to do that.”
“My place is too small for four of us, and so is yours. Plus, I don’t want you going up and down the stairs all the time. It’ll be even worse when we have a newborn.”
She drew a breath and let it out slowly.
“Is this moving too fast for you?”
She shrugged. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to change everything right now. And I don’t want to leave everything to you. I need to contribute.”
“I will never tell you what to do. If you want to work, I’m good with that. If you want to stay home, that’s okay, too. The only thing I will ask is that we make decisions together.”
She snorted. “And you saying you want to buy a house is making a decision together?”
I laughed. “Fine, you’re right. But at least I told you and didn’t just buy it.”
She laughed. “True.”
“I do want to buy a house, though. I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but I…”
“You’re comfortable here.”
He nodded. “I am. But that doesn’t mean I should stay here.”
“We have a lot of decisions to make in the next few months. Let’s add that to the list.”
“Okay,” I agreed, only because we had time.
A week after Casey quit the paper, she got a call from one of her former coworkers. Mike told her they’d reported the editor to the owner of the paper. He was going to be the new editor, and he wanted Casey back full time.
“What are you going to do?” I asked her when she told me.
She’d been exhausted and was having trouble being on her feet to clean houses. She assured me it was normal for the first trimester, but I didn’t like her working so hard when I could provide for her. She was stressing herself out.
“I love being a journalist. Especially in MacKellar Cove.”
“It sounds like a pretty easy answer then. Why are you hesitating?”
