“You can tell me while we do this.” My husband is insatiable, not that I have much room to talk because I’m the exact same way for him.
“Oh God, it’s hard to concentrate when you do that to me,” I groan as he lines up the head of his cock with my entrance and slams deep inside. My body jolts at the sensations he’s giving me as he holds still. That doesn’t mean his thumb stops the sweeping motion along my clit.
“Try, sweetheart.” My pussy clamps down on his length.
“Fuck!” He may be seated inside me, working my clit, but when he swivels his hips, it makes me see stars.
“What did you have to tell me?” This damn man, he’s practically beating his chest, proud that he has me fumbling for words.
“I threw my birth control out this morning. I think it’s time we start trying for a baby.” That stops him in his tracks. Then his body comes down on me until I’m flat on my back. His hands cup my cheeks, lips attaching to mine, and he kisses me like I gave him the greatest gift on earth while his hips are pistoning in and out of my tight, wet center.
“Fuck, yeah, it keeps getting better. My wife beneath me in the middle of the day, only for her to tell me it’s time for us to start trying. Son of a bitch, I love you, Celeste.” His lips rip away from me to say that. It doesn’t stop Wylde from working his cock.
“I love you. Good gift?” I barely get the words out before my legs lock around his lower back on one particular thrust.
“In my top three, sweetheart,” Wylde responds, giving me everything I’ve ever needed or wanted. This man gives me his all, even when all I’ll ever need is his love.