A groan works its way past my lips, coming from deep inside me. “Yes. The answer to that isanytime.”
I shift to my back, and she straddles me. She dips her face to mine, kissing me as she rubs her sweet, hot pussy against my throbbing cock.
And I am pretty much helpless, lost in desire for her.
She sinks onto me, taking me all the way, and my body crackles, electricity sparking everywhere.
My hands loop around to her soft ass, and I grab her cheeks, knead and squeeze her flesh.
She raises her chest, sliding her hands up to my pecs, setting a wild pace.
She looks like the woman I wanted in my bed the night I met her.
And the woman I wanted to please the night I met her again.
And the woman I can’t live without now.
She is all of those women, and I’m crazy for every side of Katie.
She’s the one I want now, and for all time.
I’m certain, and certainty feels incredible.
So does she as she rides my dick and rocks her body against mine, her moans growing louder, her pace quickening, her breath coming fast.
Her sounds and murmurs light me up, and soon we’re both chasing the edge, then coming together.
In that regard, we’ve always had great timing.
***
Later, after we shower, I ask if she’s hungry.
“Starving,” she says.
“How about I take you out to eat?”
The sparkle in her blue eyes is the best thing ever. “Yes.”
Once we sit at a trendy restaurant and order, I go for it, tackling the next item of business. “So, you said you and your ex didn’t talk about kids. And you and I talked about them, but in a sort of roundabout way. So, this is my way of being direct.”
I’m pretty sure I know her answer. But I don’t want to assume. “Would you like to have kids with me someday? Because I would love to have kids with you.”
I don’t have to wait long for her answer. It comes in Katie reaching across the table, cupping my cheeks, and saying yes.
Yup, I like these retirement plans a whole helluva lot.
***
That night, we bake a thank-you pecan pie for Katie to take to her sister in the morning.
“Bet she spent the night with Zachary,” I say as we put it in the oven.
“You naughty man,” she says.
I scoff, knowing I’m close to right. “I saw the way he looked at her. And how she looked at him.”
“And how was that?”
