Okay, so I might have been watching him like a creep for the few last seconds…or minutes. Whatever.
“Hey, Ash.”
“Hmm?”
Ash has become his favorite name now. I smile to myself remembering how he used to be creeped out by it, or maybe he was creeped out by that side of me.
Once, I was acting like a brat and kept calling him Asher. His reaction was fucking me in the ass until I screamed Ash.
It’s his way or the highway, and I love every second of it.
“I want kids.” It’s unplanned, but it’s not spur of the moment. I’ve been thinking about this for a while.
At the beginning of our marriage, we agreed to delay having kids for our careers, but now I want to carry his baby.
“The idea of you pregnant makes me hard.” He pushes into me, nuzzling the evidence between my thighs.
“It turns me on, too.” I bite my lower lip.
“That’s my prom queen.” He captures my lips in a kiss as he parts my thighs with a strong hand.
His slides inside me with that slight pressure that makes me quiver, ready for him all over again.
“Ash,” I whisper against his mouth. “I’m sleepy.”
“You can’t bring up the idea of pregnancy then be sleepy.” He brushes his lips against mine. “I won’t stop until I put a baby inside you.”
God, this man.
I love him so much, it’s mad.
THE END