Page 85 of The Virgin Playboy

“Babe, I'm sorry, you just really turned me on the way here. Who knew engaging in an adult conversation would get me going so fast? Plus, it's hard to resist you in that skirt. And what were you thinking wearing tights anyways, when you know we just came here to fuck? That goes for knickers too,” I said, meeting her lips with a kiss.

“Mmm… well, you better fuck my brains out then. I'm talking round me up, hold me down, take me all around the world in thirty days kind of fuck me. Don't punk out on me trying to make love,” she argued in between our rough kisses.

“To be fair, I don't even see the difference anymore. I bury myself inside you. I love making you come. It all results in the same outcome. I feel like I see you naked all the time, but I love what the baby weight has done to your arse and thighs.” She laughed.

“Just not my stomach. I don't care what I cut back on, I just can't lose it.”

“Jaq, shut up! I love everything about your body. Especially your tummy,” I said with a kiss to her stomach. “I probably should wear a condom this time,” I said, trailing kisses from her neck down to her thighs.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about that. You know I'm turning forty-five soon, and I didn't want to have any pregnancy scares in my late 40s. Did you want to have another one before I got my tubes tied?” Alternating kisses between her thick, fleshy thighs, I teased her pussy with a kiss.

“Wow, babe, do you really want another kid? I mean, I'm happy with the family we have now, but I'm definitely not opposed to trying! If you're telling me I can go in raw, say less.” I said, diving my tongue in her folds, upgrading to running my flat tongue up and down her pussy.

“Fuck Graham, my ass is so horny. If I even try to fuck your face, I'm gonna come. But if it happens, it happens. If it doesn't, it doesn't. I just wanted you to know before I committed to the procedure. I don't want to risk your young ass sperm knocking me up at forty-nine and then I’m giving birth at fifty,” she admitted, before a tongue stroke made her forget her initial point.

“Phew. Goddamn, Graham, I'm gonna come. Fuck, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop,” she begged until the skill of my efforts coaxed her to surrender. She came on my tongue, not in a rush to push me away like usual, as I stuck my fingers deep inside her, the sight of her pussy pulsing making me harder than granite.

“Oh, baby, you know you taste so good when you come on my tongue. You don't know how much I missed making you feel good,” I said, with another kiss to her pussy before peppering kisses up her torso, until I reached her face. “You want that hard cock in you, baby? Tell me you want that hard cock.”

“Give me that hard cock, baby,” she said, taking my face into her hands, watching her eyes grow as I worked my way past her entrance. Working at an angle that would stimulate her clit, I pounded feverishly inside her, relying on an old faithful we both enjoyed. There was no secret that I loved being on top.

The closeness, the control I had in it, and the way I could just study her reaction. Her change in breath. That bite to her lip. The way her eyes seemed to tell me that she loved me without having to say the words at all. Maybe it wasn't the wildest of positions, but it was passionate, and we both never failed to come hard with access to each other's expressions.

“Oh, fuck. You feel so good, baby. Oh my god,” I said, gripping the sides of her thighs as I spread them further apart. It was so easy to lose myself in her sacred prison, me as the captive and her as my captor. Pressing my mouth to hers, we met in a deep kiss, her light whimpers doing nothing for my willpower.

“Mmm…you taste like me,” she moaned.

“That must mean I taste good, huh? You might get your wish with having another baby, because I haven't even been wanking. When I come, it's gonna be a lot,” I laughed. “Oh, fuck. Let me know when you're close.” The bed creaked, and the headboard shook, adding to the orchestra of our lovemaking. If her moans were the harmony, then my execution took form as a conductor, blending the perfect sounds until they made the perfect song. I fucking missed making this sweet music. I only hoped we didn't take forever to be intimate again. I really missed my wife.

“Oh, Graham, that's it, that's it. Oh, don't stop! You have me right where you want me,” she cried, wrapping her arms around me to pull me in closer. Loud and hard, she came on my cock, smothering my mouth in kisses as she started to tear up.

“You okay, Jaq?”

“Yeah, I just missed you.” I leaned in to kiss her.

“Aww, I missed you too, baby.” Oh, fuck, she felt so good after she came. “You gonna let me come in that pussy?” She tilted my face, kissing and nibbling my ears and neck.

“Yeah, Graham, you know you want to.” And she was right. It felt wasteful to pull out, and the toxic carnal side of my brain thought, “fuck yeah, drill this baby into her.” But the healthy part fought those feelings, like “Graham, we’ve got enough kids!”

But like every time I fucked, my orgasm took precedence over every anything, and before I could decide, it was already too late. In the final few strokes, I made a mess of her, my load rushing through her with a speeding force. Out of breath and a sweaty mess, I rolled off her and collapsed to her side.

“We might have to do that a few more times, just in case the first didn't take,” I joked as she curled up next to me, resting on my chest, and I stroked her hair. “I really didn't mean it, though. I'm happy with the size of our family now.”

“Yeah, but don't you just want one we actually planned? Melody was an oops baby, and Elliot wasn't really any better. It sort of just happened. We never really had a conversation about it.”

“Yeah, I know, but I'm still happy. I just don't want to get our hopes up, and I don't want you to put any unnecessary pressure on yourself with the release of your next book. You have enough to have to worry about,” I admitted, planting a kiss on her forehead. “And besides, if you get your tubes tied, I'll get a vasectomy. Because I've heard too many horror stories of women still getting pregnant after getting snipped. I wouldn't ask you to do something I wouldn't do.” She laughed.

“Could you imagine all the guilt-free sex we could have? I'd probably never leave you alone if I knew your super sperm couldn't get me pregnant,” she joked.

“Don’t tell me that, Jaq? Because you're making me want to get one now.” Sex all the time? Sign me the fuck up.

“Well, I suppose we better get started then,” she flirted, lowering down my body, as she kissed the inside of my thighs. My dick twitched, already growing in size once she gripped me at the base.

“Fuck, Jaq, I love you. I fucking love, love, love you.”

“And to think, it used to be so hard to get a swear out of you. And now look. My sexy little experiment gone right⁠—”

“You're doing a lot of talking, and not a lot of sucking,” I jested, a heavy gasp escaping me when she took me into her mouth.