“I need you,” Saige moaned, and scooted off his lap, reaching for his zipper. “Lift.” And that was all it took to take his jeans to his thighs, which shook the minute Saige wrapped a hand around his solid length.
“God,” Saige sighed, and dropped her head into his lap.
“Mmm,” he mumbled, as pleasure shot through him like a volcano when her warm mouth lapped at the head of his dick.
His fingers tangled into the strands of her hair and just when he thought he was about to blow his load, he pulled her off him. “No more. I want to come inside you while you’re coming on me.”
Her eyes darkened seconds before she straddled his lap again. She stroked his shaft, driving him crazy. “Put me inside you,” he begged between gritted teeth.
Saige smiled and held him poised at the place he wanted to be more than anything right then. And as she slowly sank down on him, Quinten’s eyes rolled with the pleasure that shot through his blood.
Fully seated on him, Saige ground down and rocked, her sex tightly locked around him. His hands went to the arch of her back as he pressed his face between her breasts. He nuzzled, first one breast, then the other before he captured a nipple and sucked.
He saw stars when she tightened around him in the position she was in, her hips grinding faster. When his lips captured hers, his hands went to her bottom and held her open and moved her on him.
The hard nipples rubbed against his chest as she bounced but, when she wrapped her arms around his neck, he lost momentum, his dick buried so deeply inside of her that he couldn’t breathe.
And then he felt the first flutters of her release against his shaft. Seconds later, she convulsed in his arms, the wet walls of her core rippled tightly around him and started his own. He shuddered and spilled inside of her in sharp, hot bursts of pleasure as the thick cream of his release was milked out of him, the pleasure so strong it made him dizzy.
Minutes later, Quinten held Saige tightly in his arms while he was still buried inside her silken body, little aftershocks still rocked through their systems.
Saige sat back on his lap and ran her fingers through his beard. “I love this.” She smirked. “I love how it feels against my skin.”
His eyes lit with mirth. “So you wouldn’t want me to get rid of it, huh?”
“No way. The beard stays.” She laughed. “I love looking at you, but yeah, I love how it feels.” She pressed a kiss to his lips and became serious when she met his gaze. “Can we marry soon? We’ve been apart a long time and I don’t want to waste one more second.”
“Yes...are you sure, Saige?” His heart was in his throat while he watched her eyes fill with tears.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything before.” She kissed him. “I love you,” she whispered.
He held her tightly and only released her slightly when he realized his hold was too strong and that she needed to breathe. “I love you, too.”
She smiled. “I think we need to head inside and get more practice at making babies.”
“What?” he mumbled.
“We’re getting married soon, and even though it’s going to take time to accept what happened to me against my will, it isn’t going to stop me from having your children. I want lots of babies, Quinten.”
He had no words, so instead, he kissed her on the tip of her nose before he carried her inside and made slow, sweet love to her.
Day 365
10:00pm
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Saige sat in Quinten’s arms and drank her mug of decaf coffee in silence as she watched Alex and Christina sitting opposite them. Dinner that night marked the last night of Alex and Christina’s visit at their new home in Montana. The couple had a late night flight to catch back to New York, where they’d both settled.
Christina had certainly seemed a lot happier with Alex, although on this visit she seemed a bit off. Alex always seemed to be close to her, and showed no signs of something being wrong between them.
Saige tried to ask Christina what was wrong but she’d been evasive. Saige figured she’d tell her when she was ready to, and let it go.
Although she loved having them, she couldn’t wait to have the house back to just Quinten and her. She missed the closeness she would usually share with Quinten throughout their home. Not to mention that she had some good news to tell her husband of ten months.
Unconsciously, her hand slid to her belly, a soft smile on her lips that she hid when she yawned into Quinten’s chest.
Christina laughed. “I think it’s time we left and let you get to bed.”