“Oh my god.” I tugged up a pair of little denim shorts. “If we’re resorting to looking after a goat in preparation for having children, then we’re one hundred percent screwed before we’ve even got kids.”
Trav’s eyes darkened and he closed the few steps between us. “All I heard was screwed, and I accept your offer.”
More laughter escaped as I playfully batted him away. “I thought you were going shopping?”
“Shopping can wait. It’s sex time.”
I went to deny his ass, but let out a scream when his shove sent me tipping backward onto the bed.
He smirked. “That’ll do perfectly. Now, off with your clothes.”
Giving me zero time to take them off myself, Trav gripped the waistband and yanked them down in one swift movement, leaving me naked and catching my balance on the edge of the mattress.
Within a blink, he cast his clothing aside and stood before me in all his inked glory. He smirked and nudged my legs open with his knees, then leaned forward to blanket the length of my body with his.
When he eased into me, we released a mutual sigh of pleasure.
“See—” he grinned and wiggled his eyebrows— “makes you forget all about Betty, right?”
“Oh my god!” I giggled, making Trav emit a half-choked sound as the pressure from my laughter tried to force his dick from my body.
He playfully slapped a hand over my mouth. “No laughing, dammit. It makes my dick feel—” He gagged again as my laughter increased.
“Dammit, Lee, it’s impossible to focus.”
His continued mutterings kept my mirth alive until the air finally changed.
It thickened and sobered. Stole the remaining hilarity and gave way to uninhibited arousal. I ran my fingers up his bare torso while linking my ankles firmly on his lower back.
Uncovering my mouth, Trav set his hands either side of my shoulders and arched high above me, eyes now burning with need. He tugged until my ass was off the mattress, then shunted into me hard with a punishing rhythm.
“Fuck, I love you and your body,” he hissed, taking my breasts in his hands and squeezing them.
I let out a little snicker and received a harder warning thrust.
“No laughing,” he panted. “This is serious business.”
I couldn’t help it; another giggle slid free. Before I could lock more down, Trav pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and pushed my face into the bed cover.
“Laugh into the blankets so you don’t distract me,” he growled, adding a cheeky slap to my ass.
My attempt to counterargue ended in a long moan and my knees automatically shifted wider as he hit a particular sweet spot deep inside.
“Oh my god. There. Keep going.”
“Not so funny now, is it,” came his taunt, laced with an audible smirk.
“Shhh.”
A dirty snicker sounded behind me and his fingers bit harder into the creases of my hips. “That’s it, baby. Let me fuck you.”
My fingers found my clit and rubbed while I focused on the orgasm conjuring within. Slow at first, then quicker with each rhythmic thrust exactly where I needed it. The rush of pleasure tore through me without warning and my guttural cry filled the room.
Trav’s groans increased until his rhythm faltered. I welcomed the last hard thrusts as he rode out his release and shook violently with a “jjjjjjjddddddgggttt,” sound.
It made me giggle and smirk over my shoulder. “Good?”
“So fucking good,” he breathed out, then graced me with a half-cocked smile. “I’d do ya again.”