Come on, baby. Come for me.
“Yes, ah, yes. Right there.” She cries out and then claps a hand over her mouth again.
We both freeze, waiting for a peep from next door. When nothing happens, I breathe a sigh of relief, reach for a pillow and throw it to her.
I grin devilishly. “As much as your sexy sounds drive me nuts, it’s probably best you scream into the pillow.”
She drops her head back, throws the pillow over her face and gives me the thumbs-up. Laughing, I reapply myself to the awesome task at hand, but as soon as my mouth is back on, my chuckles quickly die out.
Each taste of her makes me more ravenous. Her thighs tighten under my palms and her pussy vibrates against my tongue, signaling that she’s close. I suck harder. I lick faster. I bite and kiss and tongue her until she screams into her pillow and comes all over my face.
It’s fucking glorious.
Sitting up, I swipe a hand over my mouth. “Condom?” I ask.
She shoves the pillow aside. “I’m on the pill. Got the prescription at the last checkup.”
I grip my cock and run the tip along her wet core. Her breath hisses when the broad head breaches her entrance. It’s been a long time since I’ve been inside her, and despite the fact that she pushed a bowling ball out of her vagina, she’s still tight as fuck. The female body is a thing of magic.
As I slide inside, I can’t stop my own groan from escaping. It feels so damn good. When I’m fully seated, I stop. Her inner muscles pulse around me.
“Fuck, I wish I rubbed one out before the bar opened,” I grind out. “I’m going to shoot my wad in under ten seconds.”
“Please don’t. This feels so good.” Her tone is slightly surprised.
“You thought it would suck?” I pull her legs up around my shoulders so I can drill in deeper.
“I had a baby.”
“Your body is perfect.” I kiss a pretty ankle. “Any more perfect and I’d be dead. You’re still tight as hell, wet as heaven.”
She giggles. “Heaven is wet?”
I rotate my hips and we both moan. “My heaven is wet and hot and belongs to this babe called Sabrina.”
Smiling, she clenches around my dick.
“Stop it.” I gasp. “You want to come again, or do you want me to embarrass myself?”
She responds by squeezing me even tighter. I clamp my eyes shut and search for an ounce of control. Once the urge to come inside of her passes, I start moving at a slow and steady pace.
Her gaze clings to mine and I telegraph everything I feel, everything I can’t say, everything that’s in my heart for her.
You’re the only one for me.
My sun rises and sets on your smile.
My heart beats because yours does.
Her hips cant upward, welcoming every thrust.
“Hold on to me, babe.” Sweat beads on my forehead as I dig a knee into the mattress to drive into her harder, deeper.
She pulls me down until her tits rub against my chest with every plunge forward. “I’m close,” she whispers. “Kiss me. I want your tongue in my mouth when I come.”
Fucking hell.
My mouth crashes onto hers. Our tongues greedily tangle together. This is all I’m ever going to want. Her body beneath mine. Her taste on my lips. Her scent in my lungs.
She cries against my mouth as she comes. I swallow her cry of ecstasy and then allow my own orgasm to rip through me, slamming into her so hard that I’m probably going to leave bruises. After the pleasure finally subsides, I collapse next to her, barely managing to throw my body to the side so I don’t crush her.
“Give me about ten minutes and I’ll be good to go again,” I mumble into the mattress.
A soft hand strokes its way down my spine and cups my ass, sending shivers throughout my frame. My dick twitches with interest.
“Make that five.”
She laughs.
I flop onto my back and tuck an arm under her shoulders to pull her against me. “You’ve killed me, Sabrina. I’m dead.”
She runs a finger along my inner thigh. Predictably, my dick hardens. “If this is you dead, I’m a little afraid of how long our next round is going to last.”
“You might want to get a sandwich. I’m gonna keep you in bed for a long time.”
Her legs twine through mine as if she can’t handle even an inch of her being separated. Which is totally fine with me.
“Everything seems to be working,” she murmurs, her lips moving against the side of my chest. She sounds surprised again.
“Why wouldn’t it? We both want this to work, don’t we?”
I hold my breath as I wait for her answer. It’s as hard as I’ve pushed her lately and I half expect her to leap up and run for the door.
Instead, she inhales deeply. “Yeah, we do.”
“Does that mean I can stop looking for a different woman?”
“It means you have to stop,” she declares. Her delicate fingers dig possessively into my skin, and I grunt with pleasure.
“Good. I’ve already told a few women around here that I’m married.”
“Why?”
“Jamie’s a chick magnet. I’ve never had so many women hit on me.”
And then, as if I’d summoned her, my phone chirps to announce that Jamie’s crying in the other room.
“What’s that?” Sabrina sits up, wiping the hair out of her face.
“Fitzy set it up. There are monitors in the crib that send an alert to my phone to let us know if she stops moving or if she’s crying. I’ll install the app on your phone later.” I swing out of bed. “Stay here,” I tell her as she scrambles to her knees. “I’ll bring Jamie in.”
When I reach the door, I look back. Sabrina has positioned herself against the padded headboard, arranging the pillows around her sides as she gets ready to feed our baby. She lifts her head and smiles, looking like a fucking angel.
This isn’t how I planned my life to be, at least not this soon, but I wouldn’t give it up for all the gold in the world.
Heart in my throat, and feeling happier than any man has the right to feel, I go get our little girl.
38
Sabrina
December
I limp into the apartment after my study group, an hour late and feeling guilty about it. I call out an apology to Tucker as I swing inside, my arms full of books and a small bag of groceries, which contains only half the items I was supposed to bring home an hour ago. “I’m so so sorry. I had my phone turned off and—”
“Yes, ah, yes. Right there.” She cries out and then claps a hand over her mouth again.
We both freeze, waiting for a peep from next door. When nothing happens, I breathe a sigh of relief, reach for a pillow and throw it to her.
I grin devilishly. “As much as your sexy sounds drive me nuts, it’s probably best you scream into the pillow.”
She drops her head back, throws the pillow over her face and gives me the thumbs-up. Laughing, I reapply myself to the awesome task at hand, but as soon as my mouth is back on, my chuckles quickly die out.
Each taste of her makes me more ravenous. Her thighs tighten under my palms and her pussy vibrates against my tongue, signaling that she’s close. I suck harder. I lick faster. I bite and kiss and tongue her until she screams into her pillow and comes all over my face.
It’s fucking glorious.
Sitting up, I swipe a hand over my mouth. “Condom?” I ask.
She shoves the pillow aside. “I’m on the pill. Got the prescription at the last checkup.”
I grip my cock and run the tip along her wet core. Her breath hisses when the broad head breaches her entrance. It’s been a long time since I’ve been inside her, and despite the fact that she pushed a bowling ball out of her vagina, she’s still tight as fuck. The female body is a thing of magic.
As I slide inside, I can’t stop my own groan from escaping. It feels so damn good. When I’m fully seated, I stop. Her inner muscles pulse around me.
“Fuck, I wish I rubbed one out before the bar opened,” I grind out. “I’m going to shoot my wad in under ten seconds.”
“Please don’t. This feels so good.” Her tone is slightly surprised.
“You thought it would suck?” I pull her legs up around my shoulders so I can drill in deeper.
“I had a baby.”
“Your body is perfect.” I kiss a pretty ankle. “Any more perfect and I’d be dead. You’re still tight as hell, wet as heaven.”
She giggles. “Heaven is wet?”
I rotate my hips and we both moan. “My heaven is wet and hot and belongs to this babe called Sabrina.”
Smiling, she clenches around my dick.
“Stop it.” I gasp. “You want to come again, or do you want me to embarrass myself?”
She responds by squeezing me even tighter. I clamp my eyes shut and search for an ounce of control. Once the urge to come inside of her passes, I start moving at a slow and steady pace.
Her gaze clings to mine and I telegraph everything I feel, everything I can’t say, everything that’s in my heart for her.
You’re the only one for me.
My sun rises and sets on your smile.
My heart beats because yours does.
Her hips cant upward, welcoming every thrust.
“Hold on to me, babe.” Sweat beads on my forehead as I dig a knee into the mattress to drive into her harder, deeper.
She pulls me down until her tits rub against my chest with every plunge forward. “I’m close,” she whispers. “Kiss me. I want your tongue in my mouth when I come.”
Fucking hell.
My mouth crashes onto hers. Our tongues greedily tangle together. This is all I’m ever going to want. Her body beneath mine. Her taste on my lips. Her scent in my lungs.
She cries against my mouth as she comes. I swallow her cry of ecstasy and then allow my own orgasm to rip through me, slamming into her so hard that I’m probably going to leave bruises. After the pleasure finally subsides, I collapse next to her, barely managing to throw my body to the side so I don’t crush her.
“Give me about ten minutes and I’ll be good to go again,” I mumble into the mattress.
A soft hand strokes its way down my spine and cups my ass, sending shivers throughout my frame. My dick twitches with interest.
“Make that five.”
She laughs.
I flop onto my back and tuck an arm under her shoulders to pull her against me. “You’ve killed me, Sabrina. I’m dead.”
She runs a finger along my inner thigh. Predictably, my dick hardens. “If this is you dead, I’m a little afraid of how long our next round is going to last.”
“You might want to get a sandwich. I’m gonna keep you in bed for a long time.”
Her legs twine through mine as if she can’t handle even an inch of her being separated. Which is totally fine with me.
“Everything seems to be working,” she murmurs, her lips moving against the side of my chest. She sounds surprised again.
“Why wouldn’t it? We both want this to work, don’t we?”
I hold my breath as I wait for her answer. It’s as hard as I’ve pushed her lately and I half expect her to leap up and run for the door.
Instead, she inhales deeply. “Yeah, we do.”
“Does that mean I can stop looking for a different woman?”
“It means you have to stop,” she declares. Her delicate fingers dig possessively into my skin, and I grunt with pleasure.
“Good. I’ve already told a few women around here that I’m married.”
“Why?”
“Jamie’s a chick magnet. I’ve never had so many women hit on me.”
And then, as if I’d summoned her, my phone chirps to announce that Jamie’s crying in the other room.
“What’s that?” Sabrina sits up, wiping the hair out of her face.
“Fitzy set it up. There are monitors in the crib that send an alert to my phone to let us know if she stops moving or if she’s crying. I’ll install the app on your phone later.” I swing out of bed. “Stay here,” I tell her as she scrambles to her knees. “I’ll bring Jamie in.”
When I reach the door, I look back. Sabrina has positioned herself against the padded headboard, arranging the pillows around her sides as she gets ready to feed our baby. She lifts her head and smiles, looking like a fucking angel.
This isn’t how I planned my life to be, at least not this soon, but I wouldn’t give it up for all the gold in the world.
Heart in my throat, and feeling happier than any man has the right to feel, I go get our little girl.
38
Sabrina
December
I limp into the apartment after my study group, an hour late and feeling guilty about it. I call out an apology to Tucker as I swing inside, my arms full of books and a small bag of groceries, which contains only half the items I was supposed to bring home an hour ago. “I’m so so sorry. I had my phone turned off and—”
