It’s her turn to groan. “O-Oh, God, I love it when you say that.”
For someone who’s never belonged to anyone since she was a child, I know what those words mean to her.
My fingers start up again.
Faster, hungrier than before, if that’s even goddamn possible.
Hips snapping, I rock into her, thrusting harder, deeper, wanting to come inside her, wanting to fill her, wanting our family of three to grow.
As she clutches at the sheet, I growl, “I won’t give it to you unless you come again, beautiful.”
That’s when she finally gives me whatIwant—she fucks me back.
Hard enough that our skin claps and that sweat binds us together in places she’ll grimace about later but doesn’t care about now.
My woman,my wife, loves it when I make her filthy.
This time, when the rhythmic pulsing of her cunt sets off, I know I’m going to lose it. I do not need to hold back. Not now that she’s glutted on pleasure.
When she screams my name into the pillow for the third time, I let go.
For a moment, it’s like heaven and hell collide and the firestorm that sets off through my veins is something for the ages.
Then, reality sets in and I let my head fall back on my shoulders as the momentousness of what just happened floods me.
I roll us so that we’re on our sides and, in her ear, I mutter, “Minx.”
Her soft laughter is exhausted and the day hasn’t even begun yet. “Not a minx.”
“Such a minx.” I kiss her cheek. “Don’t change. I fucking love you as you are.”
She shivers. “I just feel like it’s the perfect time to start trying again.”
“Is this because you hit your fifth year of sobriety?”
Belle yawns and shrugs. “Maybe? Maybe it’s because I love seeing you with Suzanna and I just… I want to see that again. Or, I guess,moreof it.”
“You like me being a daddy?” I tease.
Chuckles cascade from her as she slaps the thigh I curved over her hip. “Don’t be gross!”
“I’m not being gross! I’m stating a fact. You like it.”
She snorts. “You keep telling yourself that, bud.” Turning her head to the side, she peers at me. “You’re not averse to the idea?”
“Fuck if I am. And if I need to roar louder the next time I get to come in you unprotected, I’m ready to be the star of the show.” As she chuckles, I settle my hand on her belly. “You know I’d have you barefoot and knocked up in the kitchen if I could.”
“Yeah, that’s not happening. But the family part? I don’t know. Especially with Patricia and Kitty around...”
“Kitty’s popping out Irish-Sicilians like there’s a shortage,” I grouse, thinking of my twin nephews and the third kid that’s on the way.
“I want Suzanna to have what you had, not what I—”
“You want Suzanna to be plagued by siblings, is what you’re saying? You want her teased and pranked and to be the butt of jokes, huh?”
Belle snickers. “You did most of that to them. Don’t pretend like you were an angel.”
Though I huff, I hide my grin in her throat. “You ready for today?”