This time, I pull back until only the head of my cock is inside her. My hands go back to her hips, pressing her into the lounger, not allowing her to move. I’m going to give it to her this time, just how I want to. I slam inside of her, my hips never moving; it’s fast, it’s hard, almost ruthless, and my woman stays with me every step of the way.
My balls draw up tight. Her cunt is tight around my length, and I grunt, “I’m coming deep inside you, Michelle.” I should have asked, but I don’t give a fuck if we create a life right now. In fact, I’d love nothing more than to see her round with our child. She’s erased every single bad memory of my past. Michelle is it for me. She’s my one and fucking only.
“Yes, Devon, come inside me.” Michelle’s hands find mine on her hips, and she holds on to them. Paired with her words, my body detonates. I paint the inside of her body with everything I have to give, praying like hell, she’s as in love with me as I am with her.
“I love you, Michelle,” I breathe into her ear as I fall onto her body, holding my weight up and off of her as much as possible. I feel her body go still, and I can’t stop the thought that maybe we’re not on the same page. She keeps me guessing for what feels like hours when her body relaxes.
“I love you, Devon.” The puff of air she lets out tells me everything I need to know. I want to see her eyes. Leaning up, what I was worried about comes true when I see she’s crying.
“Why are you crying, baby?” I hate like hell to lose her heat, but right now, she needs me to hold her. I pull up, wrapping her in my arms, and her legs wrap around my waist.
“I’m just so happy. I promise these are happy tears.” With that, my lips seek hers, letting her know with my kiss just how thrilled I am with her admission.
When we’re left gasping for breath, I stand with Michelle still wrapped around me and carry her into the house, already wanting her again. This time, I’ll want her laid out beneath me.
12
Michelle
Our weekend was pure bliss, so much so that I wasn’t ready to leave him Sunday night. When I told Devon that, he offered for me to stay, and it didn’t take much persuasion on his part. Today, though, I had to leave his house to come home, shower, change, and head to the salon, and he had to go into the office.
We talked for hours and hours over the weekend, including that I’m not on birth control. When he told me he was coming while he was deep inside me, I didn’t even think about it until we were in the shower later that night. Devon took it in stride, though, and by that, I mean, he came inside me multiple times over the weekend. My hand goes to my flat stomach as I stand inside my office at the salon, thinking that we could have made something so very precious this weekend.
“Hey, girl. Are you all right?” Laura asks. I’m standing in the middle of my office, and my hand is still propped on my stomach.
Her gaze goes toward it. “You have something you need to tell me?”
“Hey, yeah. Oh, this? No, not at all. Just thinking about what could be. How have you been?”
“I’m doing good. You’re obviously doing better than me, though.” Laura winks, causing me to laugh before swatting at her with a spare towel that I should have been folding the whole time.
“Oh, whatever! Honestly, though, is everything okay?” I ask her because she usually doesn’t come into the office unless something is wrong, or she needs me to order a specialty color for her client.
“Oh, yeah, I’m doing a silver balayage, so I’ll need a couple of things we don’t have on hand. I’m going to the supply store. My client called last minute. Do you need anything while I’m out?”
“Nope, I’m good unless you stop for food, then you know to get whatever, and I’ll pretty much eat it.” I go back to folding towels like I should have been doing before thoughts of Devon and our future started playing in my mind.
“I’ll call in case you change your mind. Maybe have me stop and get a pregnancy test, too?”
I throw a towel at her for that one. “Not yet, thank you very much. Get out of here,” I admonish, but in the back of my mind, I’m already wondering if I’ll find myself doing that in the next few weeks.
Laura leaves, and I continue on with my tasks that need to be done. I don’t take clients on Mondays, choosing to work Tuesdays through Fridays with an occasional Saturday. Sundays are the only day of the week we’re closed, though. Laura holds the bulk of the hours while Ashley comes in part-time.