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“There is so much I want to do, but yes, I still want to fuck you. I just can’t decide if I want you naked so I can see all of you when I make you come, or if I want you to keep wearing that so I can see my number on your back while I fuck you.”
She rolled her hips against me before she reached over to the bedside drawer and pulled out a handful of condoms, throwing them on the bed.
“Say this is the last time we have sex—which it won’t be, before you start freaking out that I’m going to slip out in the middle of the night—which one would you want to be your lasting memory?”
I lightly slapped her ass. “Get on your hands and knees.”
“On one condition.” I nodded. “Don’t take the suit off.”
“Done.”
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Liam
Despite the steady movement of her ribcage against me, I could tell that Lenny wasn’t asleep. If she hadn’t removed her ring earlier, mid-handjob, when I told her the coolness of the silver against my heated skin was too much, I knew it would be spinning faster than the speed of light now.
I waited.
“You said you wanted a hockey team once,” she eventually whispered.
My hand stilled where it was rubbing circles on her naked thigh. “Huh?”
“You said you wanted enough kids to field a full squad once.”
“Oh, that. Weren’t we like twelve when I said that?”
“Well, I was twelve when I said that I didn’t want them and I haven’t changed my mind, so who’s to say that you haven’t?”
It was a fair point.
“Yeah, I stopped wanting a hockey team a long time ago.”
“But…?”
“There is no but. I’m indifferent to the whole thing, which is probably a sign that I don’t want kids. So I’m not going to wakeup one day and feel like I was deprived of something because I fell in love with a woman who has made it abundantly clear for almost the entire time that I’ve known her that she doesn’t want them. We have friends. I’m sure some of them will have kids. We’ll be that aunt and uncle who have a mysterious amount of money and do fun things.”
“Liam, you were on a multi-million-dollar contract for nearly a decade. There is nothing mysterious about the amount of money you have.” She poked me in the side.
“Fair, but the rest of my point still stands. We can fly in, spoil them, leave, and then sleep through the night. Or at least I will sleep through the night, you will do whatever it is you do with your sleep schedule.”
“We’ve shared a bed for the past week, you know I sleep.” She poked me again. “Now is probably also a good time to establish that being with me means you can’t give up condoms because I’ve not met a birth control that suits me and I’m not going on it again.”
“I was never going to ask you to do that. I have no issues with using condoms. I’ll live. Although there is an option that has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me,” I tacked on.
“I’m not asking you to do that,” she mumbled.
“I know you’re not. I’m just saying I’d do it. Once we get out of the honeymoon phase, I can get the snip and then we are free to go at it like nobody’s business.”
She rose up onto her elbow and looked down at me. “Do you have a breeding kink that I need to worry about?”
“Do you mean do I get turned on by the idea of your bodybeing swollen with our child? Not at all. You’d be miserable and then at the end of the whole thing, there would be a legit person that we would have to raise. So really, at what cost? Also, I just don’t think you’d take me seriously if, in the throes of passion, I referred to filling you up with my seed and putting a baby in you.”
She laughed. “A sure-fire way to make me drier than the Sahara. You’re serious about this, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. We don’t have to keep talking about this right now. But I’ll do it, one day. I’d say I might not tell you when it happens, but there are seven days with no sex at all, so you’d probably notice. While we’re kind of on the subject, I also won’t revoke your face-sitting access if you don’t get your hair yanked out of your body every six weeks by a ball of sugar paste.” I realised, as I finished, that I had shown my hand, and that hand was that this was not just a passing thought I’d had at this very moment, but was something that I had actively looked into in the last week or so.
“Which did you Google first, vasectomy procedures or sugaring?”
