Her hand dropped to my lower back, clutching desperately as she moaned. I felt every single muscle of my core clench as my balls felt like they were building up pressure.
“I love you so much, baby,” I growled, then the twitching feeling of her silky tunnel seizing around my cock was too much to hold on anymore. My orgasm was an explosion, blasting her tender pussy with burst after burst of my seed.
Kayla grinned up at me, still moaning and quivering, and it felt like her body was pulling in every drop. As soon as I could see straight, I flipped Kayla onto her back, placing a couple of pillows under her knees to tip her hips as she giggled sweetly.
“Baby, was that too rough?” I whispered.
“Never,” she grinned.
Then her eyes flew wide. She clutched my hand, staring into my eyes as a shiver ran through her.
“Remember at our wedding,” she whispered, “How Angie and Matt said that when they got pregnant, they felt it? They knew right away?”
I was torn between needing to hold her against my heart and wanting to watch her eyes, so I cupped her face in my hands. “I remember. And I think…” I shook my head. “Baby, I’m nervous to even say it.”
She nodded slowly, her eyes glazed with tears. “It might be ridiculous superstitious whatnot, but…”
I placed a hand on her lower belly, kissing her gently, caressing her lips softly with mine. “I know, baby. We’ll see, but yes.”
Then she looked up at me in delight. “I hope he has your eyes. You’re so gorgeous.”
“I hope that she has yours. So blue and sassy.”
“Just without the problems, I hope,” she laughed.
“Don’t even care. We’ll deal with it.” I leaned down to kiss the scar tattoo over Kayla’s heart. “If I loved you any more, things would be dangerous,” I said.
“That’s okay,” Kayla said. “I have a big tough guy to take care of me.”
*** The End ***