“I'm dying to see you pregnant.”
He pushed forward, entering me fully in one long thrust. We had been fucking so much on our belated honeymoon that I readily accepted him. Even a day without him inside me would make it a much tighter fit again.
“You can die a little longer. I haven't had enough of you and me without the world crumbling around us.” I moaned as he found that spot inside me.
He was quiet as his hips began to pick up the pace, “That may be a fair argument, but that’s not going to stop me from trying.”
“Whatever you say, Mase.”
“Whatever you say, Claire.”
The End