She yips in pleasure, and her hands reach for my face. “I want to see you. I want you to see what you’ve done to me.”
How can I say no? I scoot up to come face to face with my Adelaide. Her face is flushed, and her eyes are glazed over. I gently touch my lips to hers, letting her taste her
self. She accepts the kiss and then looks in my eyes with so much pure, unfettered love.
“Sweetheart. My sweet girl.”
She cups my face and deepens the kiss, wrapping her legs around me, nestling me close to her.
She pulls back with a smile. “It feels like you’re ready to go again.”
“I’ll always be ready to go—any time, any day.”
I lift her hips toward me and slide my cock inside her. She’s still so tight and wet, it’s just like the first time. She fits me perfectly.
Unlike last time when I fucked her against the wall, this time I take my time, thrusting with long deep strokes, while running my palms over her ass, her legs, her torso, up to her round, full breasts. I suck her taut nipple into my mouth and I’m pleased to find it’s sensitive enough that her thighs and her pussy respond when I do this. I lavish the other nipple with the same attention as I memorize her graceful curves, the unbelievably soft skin against my hands. I nuzzle my lips, tongue and face against her breasts.
Her small moans, gasps, and throaty squeaks grip my heart.
“You’re mine—do you understand? All mine. Nobody else is allowed to touch you, not ever. You belong to me and only me.”
“It’s all I’ve ever wanted, Weston. I was built to be yours.”
I give one sudden hard thrust and her brows knit together while a smile creeps over her lips, now swollen from kissing.
“Just one more thing I need from you,” I growl.
“Mhmm,” she responds, her eyes closed, lost in pleasure.
“I want you off the pill.”
Her eyes fly open but she doesn’t stop meeting my thrusts, nor does she look offended.
“I love you and I want to put babies in you immediately. I want a lifetime of babies and grandbabies and great-grandbabies with you.”
She bites her lip and tears well in her eyes. “I want that too. I want all of that. Give me all of your little swimmers, coach, I’m ready when you are.”
With that, I rub the pad of my thumb in circles around her clit until she shatters around me. I come as well, rocketing even more of my seed into her than last time. She cries out, while I grit my teeth and roar with every pulsing release. There’s so much of it, I don’t care what kind of birth control she's on.
My swimmers are just like me: fucking champions.
36
Addie
After a mind-blowing afternoon spent in Weston’s bed, I definitely cannot walk.
My Weston takes me to the shower and tenderly cleans me up under a hot spray, still managing to lavish my body with attention even though I can barely take any more. He helps me get dressed and is ready to carry me to his truck but I insist on walking.
“I am going to have to get used to having the strength taken out of me. I can’t go around helpless for the rest of my life.”
“Yes, you can,” he says. “I’ll carry you after I make you go limp for the rest of my life, sweet girl.”
I sigh happily all the way back to my parents’ house—just this morning it was my house—while holding his hand. We take turns kissing each other’s hands all the way there like a couple of nerds. And it’s so damn sweet I don’t have time to notice my nerves until we pull up in front of the house, my graduation party in full swing.
Weston anticipates my anxiety and squeezes my hand.
“Everything is going to be OK. Even if your dad beats the shit out of me, it’s going to be OK. Say it.”