He wasn’t done with her yet. Moving her toward the back of the sofa, he pushed her down so that she was bent over. Running his hands over her ass, he released a groan at the sight of her pretty ass.
His cock felt trapped in the tight confines of his pants. He opened the button, pushed down the zipper and sighed with relief as his cock sprang free.
Running his hand up and down the length, pre-cum leaking out of the tip, he placed it at her entrance.
Slowly for the first couple of inches, he filled her, watching her cunt open up as he slid in deep. When there was a couple of inches within her, he grabbed her hips and slammed to the hilt inside her. They both cried out and he still felt the last ripples of her release around his cock.
Pulling out, he saw her cream coating his length.
He didn’t go slowly. Holding on tightly to her, he fucked her hard, going deeper with each thrust.
The sounds echoing around the room were those of their smacking flesh as well as their moans.
His own release was so close but he wasn’t ready. He didn’t want this to end.
Pounding inside her, he watched her take him.
Over and over.
Thrust upon thrust.
Holding onto her hips, he fucked her hard, and Lucy took him.
When his release finally spilled from him, he slammed deep, wanting his cum to soak her womb. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close.
They were both panting.
He kissed her neck, stroking her stomach.
“I didn’t intend for that to happen,” he said.
She giggled. “I’m pleased it did. You can do that often. You know, not let it happen.”
He laughed against her skin. Pulling out of her tight cunt, he saw his cum dribble out of her pussy. Kicking off his pants, he lifted his wife up in his arms.
“What are you doing?”
“You think that once is going to be enough.” It was never enough. Taking possession of her lips even as he walked, he found his bedroom with ease.
Dropping her down to the bed, he followed, lying between her spread thighs. For now, he was flaccid but that wouldn’t last long.
“I love you,” she said.
“Say it again.”
“I love you.”
With each word she spoke, his cock woke up, and he felt the need to take her again rise up within him. He could gladly spend the next fifty years like this.
Epilogue
Lucy couldn’t help but stare at the monitor and smile, knowing her eyes were wide as saucers, her mouth slightly open. Ian sat beside her, his hand wrapped around hers, his nervousness clear in the way he kept tightening his fingers around hers.
She looked over at him and saw his focus was trained on the ultrasound monitor as well. Although they didn’t know everything they were looking at, all the little parts that created their baby, they could make out the obvious things; the little body, the head and the arms, even when the ultrasound tech pointed out the spine. She watched as the baby sucked on its thumb, and she smiled, feeling her heart flutter.
Lucy looked back at the screen. For long moments they just sat there and watched their baby move around.
“It’s incredible.” Ian’s deep voice echoed throughout the small room.
“It really is,” Lucy found herself saying. At only five months pregnant she already had a decent size belly, felt her little guy or girl move around, and was already looking forward to the day when they’d meet their son or daughter.
“Would you like to know the sex of the baby?” the ultrasound tech said and glanced over at them, a smile on her face.
Lucy looked over at Ian, saw he was watching her, and smiled broadly. “Do you want to find out or do you want it to be a surprise?” Lucy hoped he wanted to know, because she hated surprises, but she’d gladly wait until the birth of their child to find out.
Ian didn’t say anything for long moments, but finally he looked over at her and leaned down and kissed her softly. “Let’s find out what we’re having.” He pulled back and cupped one side of her face, stroking his thumb along her cheek. “Yes, let’s find out,” he said to the tech.
They both looked over at the screen again, and it seemed like an eternity of silence. But Lucy could’ve watched that monitor all day, every day. Then the tech zoomed in on what they assumed were between the legs. She still didn’t know what she was looking for as she glanced between Ian and the tech, and then the screen again.
There was more clicking on the keyboard before she lifted her finger and pointed at the monitor. “Looks like you’re having a little boy.” Then she typed on her keyboard again and on the screen, right above the picture of their baby, were the words “I’m A Boy.”