Beauty from Love Page 25

I’m pressed against her, ready to enter, but I have to ask one last time. “You’re sure?”

She lifts her hips and my tip glides just inside her entrance. “Yes.” She squeezes her legs and brings me closer. “No doubts.”

I press my hand into the mattress so I can wrap it around her lower back. I lift to pull her hips upward and sink into her as far as possible—I’m sure deep is best when trying to impregnate your wife.

Impregnate my wife. I like the sound of that.

I’m moving inside her slowly and my hands move to skim the underside of her arms. I push them over her head and lace my fingers through hers. Our hands are joined as one, just like our bodies.

This is it—two will become three. Maybe. If things go well, this could quite possibly be the last moment we’ll share before our child finds its place in her womb.

I release her hands and move mine down her body. Her legs are bent on each side of my hips so I grasp them and push back. Laurelyn moans and I slide my hand between our bodies to the point where we become one. No beginning. No end. But I know L’s body as well as my own. She needs more so I find that spot—the one that drives her crazy every time I touch it—and stroke my fingers against the nub. A moment later, her breath quickens as she grasps my back and pulls me against her tighter. She grinds her hips upward so I know I’m right where I need to be. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

This woman knows better. I never stop until she comes undone.

Her legs tighten and I know what to expect next. And then it happens. Her inner walls squeeze around me, contracting in rhythm. Once. Twice. And then again and again until I lose count because I’m lost in my own world coming apart. Exploding.

I push her legs back and apart as I thrust deeply one last time. I’m making this one count but it won’t be a shame if she doesn’t get pregnant and we have to do this again. And again. I enjoy it right nicely.

My upper body is braced on my elbows as I hover above her. I’m still inside, unmoving. I push the hair from her face and she smiles, giggling. “What’s so funny?”

“I was thinking of all the extreme measures we took to prevent a baby and now we’re trying to have one.”

It’s called irony. “That’s what happens when your world is turned on its head. Things you once thought you’d never want transform into your greatest desire.”

“You certainly did a one-eighty.”

“I decided to go all in, baby. No folding.” I kiss her before pulling out slowly and rolling onto my side. “I never imagined myself loving a woman the way I love you. You changed my everything.”

She points toward the head of the bed. “Pass me a pillow.”

“Sleepy so soon, love?” I hold the pillow out and she takes it. “I thought we might try that again in case the first time wasn’t successful.”

“It’s not for my head.” She lifts her hips. “Help me get this under my butt.”

Okay. I get this now. She’s taking advantage of gravity, which means she’s been researching. It could be entertaining to go back and look at the history on our computer. “Where’d you find this tip?”

“Your mother told me to put a pillow under my hips and stay in bed for a while … after you’ve done ‘your thing.’ Her words.”

Oh fuck. L told my mum? “She’ll probably call to see how things went. She has no boundaries when it comes to her kids and that now includes you. You know that, right?”

“I love your mom. We’re close so I caved when she asked what I was giving you for your birthday.”

L straightens her legs and holds them in the air. Wonder if this is another tip from my mum? “Want me to stand you on your head and give you a good shake?”

“No, but I wouldn’t turn you down if you came over here and let me prop these on you.” I move over and hook an ankle over each of my shoulders. She puts her hands behind her head and her breasts have never looked fuller. Gravity always works for my girl, never against. “I’m not sure this helps the sperm get in there or not, but it won’t hurt.”

Shit, how’s a guy supposed to have his wife’s vagina staring him in the face and not pounce?

I smile down at her and she can guess what I’m thinking. “Don’t even think about it for at least ten more minutes.”

She’s got to be kidding me. “Easier said than done, L.” I reach down and run my thumb through her moist slit. “This is practically begging to be licked.”

“Don’t you dare, McLachlan.” She warns me but I don’t listen. I’m too captivated by what’s in front of me screaming to be tasted. I lean forward but she locks her knees around my head. “It’s not a Tootsie Pop. We’re not gonna find out how many licks it takes to get to the center—at least not for nine more minutes.”

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Nine minutes seems much longer when your horny husband has his head between your knees staring at your stuff like he’s starving and you’re a buffet. He spent the entire time taunting me, using his filthy mouth to tell me what he was going to do as soon as I would let him.

And I am so turned on.

He’s describing how he’s going to lick me and I can’t wait any longer. “Time’s up.”

“Hmm … I don’t believe it is. I think there’s at least two more minutes to go.” Great, he wants to taunt me further.

I reach up and grab the back of his neck, pulling him down so we’re eye to eye. “Your mouth. On me. Now.”

He’s amused, as evidenced by his grin. “Now I’m the one who has a little somethin’ for you … and this drenched goodness below your waist.”

Oh shit. I’m going to die if he doesn’t put his mouth on me soon. Or touch me. Something. Anything.

I rock my hips on the pillow because I’m restless and needy. It’s excruciating and he could put a stop to it—if only he would. “Please don’t tease me because I don’t think I can stand it.”

He puts his finger on my pubis and presses against the bone. I lift my hips, hoping to coerce it downward, but he resists my coercion. “You mean don’t tease you the way I was teased just now while I was forced to look at this?” He looks down and drags his finger through my center. I groan and bite my lower lip as I shift on the pillow. “You’re so wet.” He strokes one labia and then the other. “Did you know this whole area fills with blood when you’re turned on? The action is very much like an erection.” He strokes me a few more times before stopping. “It’s magnificent to watch the physical changes that occur as you become more aroused. Your breathing increases and you get a flush across your chest. I’ve never sat back and watched your body change like this. It’s beautiful.”

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