We’re a perfect fit, even though it’s gonna take a little doing to fill her balls deep, Abby’s face is a perfect mixture of pleasure and concentration as she shifts from wide-eyed and open-mouthed to puffing breaths and swearing like a pirate.
Telling me how good I feel inside her.
But I’m already feeling it, and it feels like home.
Having eased inside her just a small way, I notice her face tighten and she reaches for me, my hand in hers as there’s the only split second of discomfort as she’s officially led through the portal from girl to woman.
“You okay?” I ask her, proud of her. Feeling how brave, aroused, and determined she is.
“Are you kidding?” she gasps and pants.
“This is fucking amazing… take me all the way,” she squeals, and with a little more encouragement and plenty more of our juices flowing, I reach a place in Abby that has both of us moaning together.
We both know that this is a forever feeling when I slide into the hilt and feel how intertwined we are, becoming one.
“Oh… God… Slade…” she wheezes, biting her lip and gripping my neck with both hands as she begs me to move faster, then harder until finally, we’re both howling like wild animals.
Caught up in the throes of intense passion and pure abandon.
Not Slade and Abby anymore, but a force of nature.
When we both feel the inevitable climax rising, we both somehow know.
We both somehow just feel that another life is being made in the process as I spill my seed inside her.
Through whatever magic of nature, it’s the perfect time and place.
And long before we even collapse, totally spent, we both know that a little spark has been lit.
The seed of a new life inside her now.
Our future and her secret wish come true.
To have a dad for her babies. And for her to be the mom she always wanted to be.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Abby
I’ve read about it and seen it in movies.
Hell, I’ve even asked Tasha about it a hundred times, but she always just smiles and says I’ll have to wait and see just how amazing it is.
My first time, and with Slade of all the men on earth, is just incredible.
I think we cover every emotion and sound I’m capable of, and at times during our lovemaking, Slade is as gentle as a lamb and then firm and rough, like a strong wind through trees in a storm.
But either way, I love it, and I love him.
I tell him so once he rolls off me, collapsing in a sighing heap of a man who finally has what he wants.
The smile on his face must be as wide as mine. Both as wide as he’s stretched me, but what we have between us goes way deeper than just the physical.
Doesn’t it?
“I love you, Abby,” he says softly, propping himself up on one elbow, his huge length still bobbing at attention, I shiver with wonder.
“Does it ever go down?” I have to ask, hugging him close and relishing the feeling of him against me.
“I’m not sure,” he chuckles. “I might be like this for the rest of my life.”
“I wanna be like this for the rest of my life,” I echo back, and he looks into my eyes, opening his mouth to say something but thinks better of it.
Storing it away for later.
“I do love you, Abby,” he tells me again, and after how he’s just shown me how much, to hear him finally say it means the world to me.
It makes all this real, as well as gives me the perfect excuse to tell him over and again that I love him right back every time he tells me.
And like our kisses. Like each touch from his hands, I’ll never get tired of thinking it or hearing it.
Never get tired of being this close to him.
We really could just stay in this bed forever, it feels like.
But the longer we lay tangled together in a perfect knot, the more the world slowly starts to filter back in.
Slade has his responsibilities, and I can’t help but think of Tasha again. Stifling a groan when I recall what I told my mom.
Both of us eventually realize that we still have a lot of things to face up to, as a couple now but also as individuals.
I have no idea what prompts me to ask, but Slade seems to be expecting it.
He seems relieved when he can explain things a little better to me.
“What did happen to Tasha’s mom?” I ask, opening my mouth to apologize straight away, but Slade shakes his head, letting me know it's fine.
“You deserve to know,” he says in a low voice. “I was gonna tell you at some point anyway.”
I swallow hard, bracing for the worst but I’m dying to know why Tasha is so defensive.