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A groan rumbles from him.
A thrill squeezes my lower belly. I continue to massage him, watching as he grows even bigger, thicker, until I can barely keep my fingers wrapped around his circumference.
"Fuck, baby, just like that."
A shiver cascades down my spine. His approval sets off a chain of need deep inside me. I continue to stroke him, continue to get wetter, hornier, more needy.
He pushes aside the gusset of my panties, then positions me so I’m straddling him, with the crown of his dick teasing my opening. Placing one hand on his chest for leverage, I stay there for a second, then I push down and impale myself.So good. So filling.I groan. So does he.
His cock throbs inside me, pushing at my inner walls. I throw my head back, allowing my senses to coalesce at the place where we're joined. He seems even bigger than before. I'm fuller, somehow. Or maybe, it’s because I feel closer to him. Knowing Serene is our daughter—has both of our blood running through her—knowing we share her, and everything that’s happened in the past twenty-four hours makes this feel even more intimate.
I look into his face to find he’s gritting his teeth. His mismatched eyes are filled with lust. With desire. With need. And love. It adds another dimension, turning our lovemaking into something on the verge of being soul-shattering. Gaze locked with his, I pull back until he’s balanced at the rim of my pussy, then lower myself again.
His shoulders ripple. His hold on my butt cheeks grows almost punishing. The pain accentuates the spirals of pleasure coursing out from where we’re joined.
"You feel so good, baby. Your pussy is so tight. So wet. It has my cock in a choke hold."
His words are filthy and turn my blood into molten lava. My desire peaks. My breath comes in pants. I’m so turned on; my thighs turn to jelly. He seems to understand my inability to move effectively, for he takes charge. He holds me in place, then punches his hips up and buries himself to the hilt.
I gasp, hold onto his biceps as he pistons into me. Each time he thrusts into me, he hits that spot deep inside. My desire escalates. My heart clatters against my rib cage. He lunges up and into me, seeming to grow even bigger. The sensations are so intense, they seem to vibrate through my body to my extremities. I hold onto him, unable to do anything but take his pounding, riding that wave that gets higher and higher, unable to close my eyes, for he has me locked in the tractor beam of his gaze.
It’s intense, and hot, and sexy, and somehow, so very emotional. My throat closes. A pressure builds behind my eyes. And when he pistons up and into me and growls, "Come," the tears squeeze out from the corners of my eyes, and I shatter.
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She begins to cry out. I release my hold on her and slap my hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds. Normally, I’d want the entire world to hear how well I satisfy my wife, but I don’t want to disturb Serene. As her body shudders in the aftermath of her climax, I flip her over so she’s under me. She stares at me with lust-filled eyes as I plunge into her, fucking her through the shudders jolting her body. Until, with a final thrust, I pour myself into her. I keep my weight mostly off her, so as not to crush her, reveling in the tiny flutters of her pussy around my cock. Then, unable to stop myself, I lower my head and kiss her deeply. She winds her arms about my neck and kisses me back. The taste of her is drugging. It goes straight to my head and to my groin.
I feel myself get erect again and force myself to pull out. She needs her rest. But I can’t stop myself from kissing her. Falling onto the bed next to her, I gather her close. For a few seconds we lay there, skin plastered to slippery skin, her heart pounding against mine.
"Wow." She turns her head into my chest and presses her lips there. "That was…something." She looks down between her legs. I follow her gaze to find my cum dripping out of her.
On instinct, I reach down, scoop up my cum, and push it back inside her.
"What are you doing?" she gasps.
"Making sure you take every bit of what belongs to you." I tilt her chin up and kiss her again. "You belong to me. This pussy is mine. This mouth. These lips. These breasts." I squeeze her nipple. "All of this belongs to me. Only me. You feel me?"
She nods.
I kiss her again, wishing I could bury myself inside her once more, but knowing we need to become parents again. With a resigned sigh, I release her, pull up my scrubs, swing my feet over the side, and rise to my feet. I hold out my hand and help her up, then put her clothes to rights. There’s a knock on the external door leading to our room.
"Come in," I call out.
Connor pushes the door open and walks in with two backpacks, which he places on the closest chair. "Clothes for the both of you. Summer packed yours." He nods in Cilla’s direction. "Your phone is also in there."
"Thank you," she murmurs.
He turns to me. "And there’s a replacement one for you." If he guesses what we’ve been up to from our disheveled, state he doesn’t mention it.
"I’ll wait outside for you."
We get dressed quickly, then peek into Serene’s room. There’s a nurse on duty next to her, so we walk over to Serene and, together, we watch our sleeping daughter.
"She slept through the night. The doctor should be here to see her shortly," the nurse tells us.
After confirming she’ll call us when our daughter is awake, we exit through the door to the corridor and join Connor.