My voice was raspy as I called out to her. “Sweetheart,” I murmured. “Your mouth feels so good.”
She responded by bringing her head up and sliding her tongue around my aching tip. Fuck, she knew how much I loved that.
Opening my eyes, I looked down to the perfection that was between my thighs. My already hard cock swelled even more at the barely visible sight of Julia’s naked body. It was still dark out, the only light in the room being from the reflection of the moon.
“Mm,” she moaned, as she took me in until the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat.
I fisted the sheets, arching my back as I growled her name.
“You’ve got me right on the edge,” I warned. “Judging by how wet my cock feels, I know you’ve been playing with me for a while.”
Her eyes were playful and she nodded, her mouth still crammed full of my dick.
“We don’t waste this cum, do we baby?”
Her eyes were full of heat as she shook her head.
“That’s right,” I rasped. “You don’t get to swallow until you’re pregnant. After that you can have all the cum you want—until it’s time for me to knock you up again.”
I’d figured out early that my woman loved dirty talk. The way she picked up speed on my cock told me she was turned on and ready.
“Climb up here and milk my big dick with your tight pussy,” I ordered.
She moaned as she popped off my dick and maneuvered her way above me. When she was in position she fisted my cock and held me in place as she slowly started to take it in. She went slow, sliding down one inch at a time. When her bottom finally touched down, I was half crazy. Her inner muscles clenched around me as she leaned forward and kissed me.
“Good morning,” she said sweetly.
I wrapped my arms around her back and held her to me tight as I rocked up into her.
“With you, it’s always a good morning,” I answered.
We took it slow, kissing passionately as we ran our hands all over each other. I’d never been a morning person before Julia—but once I had her, I greeted every day with a giant fucking smile. There was nothing I hadn’t changed for her, including my schedule. When I went back to work after our weeklong vacation – or, as we called it, our sex-a-thon—I started working at six in the morning until two in the afternoon. I also delegated a hell of a lot more. I didn’t care about money anymore, either. I had enough to support us and a busload full of children for the rest of our lives. The only thing I cared about working for anymore was Julia.
We continued rocking against each other slowly, until she made the little noise low in her throat that I knew meant she needed more. Flipping us over so that she was on the bottom, I told her to wrap her legs around my waist. Bracing myself over her, I picked up the pace. My eyes were glued to where we were joined as she slid her hand between us and began working her clit.
Something about watching her fingers working while I pounded in and out of her tight pussy drove me nuts.
She tightened up around me, her legs locking up at my waist as she started chanting my name.
“Ryan… Ryan… Ryan,” she cried breathlessly. “I’m there!”
The second her little pussy seized up around me and I felt a surge of her wetness, I let go. I yelled her name as I filled her with cum, fucking into her hard as she met me thrust for thrust.
“Take it,” I rasped. “Take it all.”
When we were both spent, I collapsed onto her for a few seconds before carefully pulling out as I tried to leave as much cum inside of her as possible.
Looking over at the clock, I grinned. Four-thirty in the morning had never felt so damn good. I set my head on the pillow next to hers, and then took her hand in mine. Raising it to my lips, I kissed her wrist.
“I need to tell you something important,” I murmured.
Her head turned towards mine quickly.
“Is everything okay?”
I nodded, kissing her wrist again. “Everything is better than okay,” I assured her. “But I can’t wait one more second to tell you how much I love you.”
Her smile lit up her entire face. She gave my fingers a squeeze as she sighed happily. “I love you, too. So much.”
I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.
“There’s one more thing,” I continued when I pulled back.
Her brows went up. “There’s more?”
Letting go of her hand, I sat up and turned away. Yanking open my bedside drawer, I pulled out an instantly recognizable blue jewelry box and faced her again.