Page 98 of Offensive Plays
We don’t bother with condoms for obvious reasons. And Libby, being the freak that she is… likes to feel me dripping out of her.
I slide my length out and watch as the evidence of our lovemaking drips out.
I slip some of it back in and kiss her thigh as I do. She shivers.
“You do know I can’t get pregnant again, right?” She says with a smirk.
“If you could, we’d be having a lot of babies,” I smile down at her. I drag myself out of the bed to get her a warm washcloth and clean her up, before sliding back into bed and pulling her to me.
She cuddles up to me. Her ass teasing my already revving to go erection.
“Don’t wiggle like that or I’m going to have to take that pretty ass,” I growl into her ear.
“Tell me about the piercings, Michael.”
I bite her shoulder and she yelps.
“You really want to know?”
She turns to face me. “Oh, god. Please don’t tell me you were a porn star in some past life?”
I laugh, tucking a loose strand of red hair behind her ear.
“No, beautiful. I wasn’t a porn star.”
“Okay, because if I’m being honest… that would explain so much.”
I kiss her and she nips my lip.
“So?”
“Well, I always knew I wanted a wife,” I say. “And once I was married, I wanted to stay married. So I read as much as I could about how to please my woman.”
“And you discovered piercings were a way to please a woman?”
“Yeah. I found out what would make my lover have the most exciting orgasms and landed on this,” I press into her backside.
She presses back.
“Well, I’m really glad you did. You have a very satisfied customer,” she says grinning.
“Do I?”
“Ten out of ten, would recommend,” she nods.
I run my tongue over her neck. And she moans into the pillow under her.
“I can’t handle you making those noises, butterfly.”
“Well stop teasing me, and I’ll stop making them,” she says, flipping me onto my back and straddling me.
I place my hands on her lower abdomen and pull her to me so I can kiss her stomach.
“I can’t wait to see this swell with my child.” I kiss again.
She pushes my hair back. “It’s going to be a while until I actually show. Kesley says maybe even my second trimester.”
“Are you nervous?” I ask.