Page 57 of Misadventures in Blue
And then her sigh turns into a broken moan as I slide on inside. She’s wet and swollen from all our earlier play, which makes her slick as hell and tight as a fist. She cradles her own breasts as I give her a second, deeper thrust, and th
e sight of her hands plumping and squeezing her own tits is almost too much.
“Shit, babe,” I mutter. “Gonna go fast if you do that.”
She just gives me a sly smile and continues the show, driving me to a state of indecent desperation and making my own palms itch to feel her. With a growl, I pull out and move us so I’m lying behind her, my chest to her back and my cock prodding at her sweet pussy from behind. I nip at her neck as I flex my hips and search out her tits with my own hands.
“Mine,” I grunt.
“Yes,” Cat gasps, arching so that her ass is pressed against my lap and her breasts press even harder into my hands. “All yours.”
Her curves are irresistible like this, and my hands can’t stop their possessive roaming as I take my time fucking her. I love the heavy weight of her tits now that they’re growing full for our baby. I adore the swell of her belly that I helped create. I love them all so much that I tell her I’m going to have five more babies with her, maybe seven or eight even, because I just love it so much.
Funny how she was afraid that I’d balk at having to choose a family too soon. If she’d asked me, I would have told her the truth.
Nothing with her is ever too soon.
She’s been horny as hell since I knocked her up, and it takes her almost no time to come again, writhing back against me and working my cock inside her to wring out every last bit of pleasure. When she finally settles, limp and satisfied, I wrap her tight in my arms, pull her ass flush to my lap, and rock into her with slow, grinding slides, feeling my shaft thicken with the inevitable.
“Give it to me, Officer,” she whispers. “Every last drop.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. With another ferocious growl, I release all my love and passion into her, spurting hot and thick and wet inside her channel and flexing my hips to get deeper as I do.
I’ve come enough already tonight that this climax has a bite to it—a sharp ache with every dizzying pulse, and I love it. I love knowing the ache comes from making her mine over and over again. From claiming her body so thoroughly that we’re both spent and sweaty. And I finish my claim now with a bite on her neck. Not enough to truly hurt but enough so she feels her caveman marking her on her skin and inside her body at the same time.
It feels so fucking good to empty inside her with my arms holding her tight, so good that my orgasm goes on and on and on, until finally I’m completely drained and not a little sore. I slide free with a kiss to her shoulder and go to get a fresh rag. When I come back, she’s got her hand on her stomach and her aqua eyes are wide with delight.
“Jace,” she murmurs. “I think you might be able to feel him from the outside now.”
I practically sprint to the bed, touching where she is. I’ve been dying to feel the baby move, to feel all the little kicks and rolls that she’s already been able to feel. And sure enough, after a long, quiet moment, I feel the slightest, faintest movement against my palm. And then again. And then again.
I’m smiling like an idiot, I know, but I don’t even care. That balloon of hope I felt on the day Cat came back to me is so big in my chest, I think I might float away. I think I might already be floating.
“That’s our baby,” I say in awe.
“That’s our baby,” she says. “Still want to have seven or eight?”
“More,” I tease, nipping at her ear and finally cleaning her. “I want you pregnant all the time.”
She rolls her eyes, but her little smile tells me she’s in on the joke. I want us to have the right size family for us, whatever that looks like and however we can balance it with both of us wearing badges. And while I jest that I want as many babies as she’ll give me, she also knows I’m content with any future of any kind. More than content, I’m ecstatic. I’m married to the smartest, bravest, strongest woman in the world. Why wouldn’t I be?
Cat likes it when I exercise my “male prerogative,” as she calls it, so when I finish cleaning her, I tuck her close to me and kiss her head and make all sorts of primal promises about what I’m going to do with her body as soon as we’ve rested up a little. And then she falls asleep, snoring sweetly on my bicep with my other arm cradling her pregnant belly and her strong heartbeat thrumming under my palm.
No, this could never happen too soon. In fact, when it comes to this stunning, clever woman, nothing can ever happen fast enough.
