Page 29 of Praise Me: Lumberjack

The only other time I’ve felt time stop so clearly is the first time I saw Jenna.

“You’re pregnant?” I manage, thickly, my heart knocking noisily into my ribs.

“I stopped taking my pill months ago,” she whispers, flicking open the button of my pants and lowering the zipper, biting her lip with excitement when I spring free, stiff and pulsing for her, as always. “It was time to make you a father. For the second time.” She sits up on her knees and guides me to her slick entrance, rubbing me there. “All those nights in our bedroom when you gave me your sperm and we pretended Daddy wasgetting me pregnant…I know you wanted that for real. I did, too.” She connects our bodies with a moaning twist of her hips, and we gasp together, our mouths close, panting, her welling eyes locked on mine. “I love you. I love this baby. I already love everything in our future.”

Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly be any more in love with this woman, she pushes me to some new, higher platform. I’m so high up now that I can’t see the ground. Maybe we’ve reached heaven.

“I love you, too, Jenna,” I say in a low choke, my emotions wreaking havoc on my vocal cords. This woman. How is she mine? I’ll never understand the forces that allowed this to happen. “I love this baby. I hope they have their mother’s heart.”

“I’m fine with that.” She kisses me and starts to move in slow, devastating bucks that make my jaw go slack. “They’ll have you to protect that heart, the way you protect mine.”

THE END