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I’m overcome with love for this man at that question. At him loving me so much he’s checking in on me before allowing himself to have what he wants. Grasping his face, I pull him back up so I can kiss him. “I am so much better than good.”
His eyes search mine like he’s trying to work out the truth in my answer. I don’t blame him; I’ve been all over the place while on these fertility drugs, but he doesn’t have to worry about me today because I need him in all the ways right now.
“Winter,” I say as I work the button on his jeans. “I promise you I’m good. I want this. I’m not going to quit on you halfway again.”
He stops my progress with his jeans. “If you want to quit halfway, you fucking quit halfway,” he says, his voice full of fierce love. “And you don’t feel bad for it.”
The emotion swirling between us engulfs me, and I wrap my arms around him tightly. “I fucking love you, but you need to stop talking right now and start fucking me before you make me cry.”
I know he’s feeling what I am by the way he’s looking at me. He takes another few moments just watching me silently before letting my hand go and moving into action, finally giving me what I want.
Pulling me down from the counter, he spins me around to face it. His hands go to my jeans and he strips me of them, and my panties. After that, he removes his clothes before coming back to me, his hands to my hips, his mouth to my neck. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
I reach for one of his hands and direct his fingers to where I desperately want them. When he slides one inside me, I drop my head back and moan, “Fuck yes.”
Winter’s deep growl of approval heightens the pleasure he’s giving me, and when he snakes his other arm around my body so he can stroke my clit while fucking me with his fingers, I rest my head against his shoulder and close my eyes.
His fingers.
His lips.
His tongue.
I’m consumed by him.
Every other thought disappears while he brings me to orgasm.
“Oh, God,” I cry as the orgasm shatters through me.
“Fuck,” Winter rasps, grinding himself against me. “Give me your mouth, angel.”
I angle my head to do as he says, and his lips crash down onto mine. His kiss is bruising. Rough. My man is hungry for me and that hunger only intensifies mine.
Gripping my hips, he thrusts inside me. He’s not gentle here either, and drives his dick as far as he can, as hard as he can. His fingers dig into my skin while he pounds into me, and I unravel a little more with each thrust.
I’ve been wound so tight, with far too many thoughts and feelings exhausting me that some days it’s felt hard to breathe. Winter’s done his best to be there for me, but there’s only so much he can do to help. No one can fully ease your burdens. There’ll always be those places deep inside that remain untouchable. But somehow, being with him like this helps. Somehow, it allows air in that I didn’t even know I needed.
I come again just before Winter comes. His strong arms circle me after and his lips brush my neck. “I love you, Birdie.” It’s a low, growly rumble that takes hold of my heart.
Turning in his arms, I say, “I love you, too.”
He smiles and pushes my hair off my face. “We need to give you your shot.”
I return his smile. “Yes, we do.”
After we clean up, Winter brings the needle into the bedroom where I sit waiting
for him. He’s given me every injection since my second one, and while I don’t look forward to the needle, I always look forward to this time with him. Even when I’m in a funk or not feeling well.
He kisses me before pinching my stomach together and injecting the drugs. His presence helps soften the sting of the needle, something I’m grateful for.
“What if I can’t breastfeed?” I ask as I watch him finish up.
His eyes come to mine. “What if you can?”
He knows I spend far too many hours worrying over things that may not turn out how I want them to. Sometimes he humours me; sometimes he counteracts me.
I pull a face. I want a serious discussion tonight. “Seriously, what if the baby won’t take to my boob?”
