Page 53 of Her Age Gap Match

“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, please⁠—”

"That's it," he growled, his hands tightening on my hips. "Just like that."

"John—"

"I've got you." He thrust deep and held there, his mouth at my ear. "You feel so good. Every single time."

I pressed back against him, chasing it, my hands slipping slightly on the counter.

"Tell me," he said. "What do you want?”

"You," I breathed. "Just you⁠—"

"More specific."

I knew what he was asking. We'd been circling it all week, in the amber light of my bedroom, at the lake, standing in front of this unfinished house while I imagined it built specifically for our three kids.

"I want—" I started.

He thrust again and I lost the sentence entirely.

"Poppy." His voice in my ear, strained. "Tell me."

"I want to have your babies," I said. Breathless. Slightly insane. Completely true. "I want—I want you to put a baby in me, I want⁠—"

He made a sound that wasn't quite a word and his rhythm changed—deeper, more purposeful, his arms coming around me to hold me against him.

"Yeah," he said roughly. "That's what I want too." His lips at my temple. "Going to take such good care of you. You and every one of them."

His hand spread wide across my belly as he fucked me hard and relentless. “Picturing you pregnant in this kitchen…driving me fucking crazy, Poppy.”

“Me too⁠—”

“Wanna start…soon—” He paused. “Soon. Need to put a baby in you⁠—”

“I’ll get off the pill,” I rushed out. God, it was insane and perfect and absolutely right. “Get off the pill this week, take you every night⁠—”

“God yes, fuck.” His rhythm didn't slow. If anything it deepened, his hand still spread flat across my belly, and I felt the full weight of what we were saying settle into the room like something physical. “Off the pill…off the pill, you’d do that?”

"Yes," I said. "Yes, tonight⁠—"

He groaned and his hips drove forward and I lost my train of thought entirely for a moment, my knuckles white on the counter.

"Good girl," he said. "That's exactly right."

"John—"

"Every night," he said. "Every morning when I can. Keep you full of me until it takes." His hand pressed slightly firmer against my stomach. "And then right here—" a pause, his lips at my neck, "—you'll start to show. Right here first."

"Johnny—"

"Tell me you want it," he said. "Tell me again."

"I want it," I gasped. "I want all of it, I want your baby, I want⁠—"

"Yeah." His voice had gone rough and low and completely undone. "Yeah, me too. So much, Poppy—been thinking about it since before I even knew I was thinking about it⁠—"

"Me too⁠—"