by Aja Cole
Looking into his eyes, knowing that I’m carrying his child inside me, I want to cry out in happiness. Our kisses become slow and leisurely, two people basking in a new celebration of love, and relishing the time together. I search his gaze and find so much love in them that it’s hard to believe we almost passed each other by. With one hand, he reaches down and brushes his thick head against my entrance again. He presses into me and as he slides into me slowly, I feel a tear trail down my face. Looking at him as he watches me reverently, watching how he struggles and wins the battle to keep his eyes open and connected to me only intensifies my pleasure.
I kiss him with all the emotions that I can’t voice. Opening my mouth wider with his, he deepens the kiss and I melt under him, tongues tangling lazily as he strokes into me again and again. It’s a kiss of reassurance, of promise- and it fills a place in my soul that he’s been adding to since the day I decided to stop being stubborn and give him even half a chance.
I meet him with each stroke, his low moans and the trembling of his body spurring me on. I start to shake beneath him and he keeps his pace, letting me know that he has me, that he won’t let me down. I clutch at him and pull him down to me, crying out into his mouth as he bears down and circles his hips against my quaking body. I feel him go over the edge and he rolls his body with mine, groaning into our continued kiss as I milk his cock dry.
We hold each other after, silent and basking in the importance of the day, of all the time we’ve spent together. I stroke a hand over his side as he faces me with a hand splayed low on my belly. I can tell it’s also going to be a favorite of his.
I’m drifting off, a goofy smile on my face, when he breaks the silence.
“Thank you for being brave enough to love me.” He whispers, and my chest gets tight. I feel like a water-pot since we’ve been together. I call him a sap, but the truth is, I’m even worse.
“Is it your goal to give me bags under my eyes from always crying,” I sniff, burying my face in his hard chest and he chuckles.
“Never, baby. I just…I never want a day to go by where you don’t know how deeply I feel for you.”
“I think you were engineered by someone, you can’t be just human. I don’t even understand how you can be like this.”
“Ah, the “I was engineered to ruin you” theory again?”
“I found me because of you. My center.”
“Look at you, using hockey terms. It’s only been two years,” he teases, flexing his thick arm muscles with a wink when I punch him. “I didn’t feel that, honestly.”
“See, this is why I don’t say nice things to you.”
“You hear that baby bear? Your mom’s being mean,” he maneuvers me so my back is pressed against his chest, and wraps both of our arms around my stomach, then leans his chin on my shoulder. “Seriously… I can change your name to Mama Koala now.”
Sigh. I guess considering the circumstances, I could endure the nickname.
“Alright, Daddy.”
“Damn…I think I like the sound of that,” he nips my ear, rolling me to my back again.
“Greyson!” I squeal, losing my ability so speak soon after.
I couldn’t have asked for a better love. This center is mine and I’m never letting him go.
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