Page 43 of Wrong Car, Right Guy

I ride him until he shudders against me and comes deep inside my pussy, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. It feels so good that my entire body trembles, but he holds me steady, always my rock no matter what we face in life.

As I collapse against him, completely spent, he holds me tight, our bodies still merged, and embrace until the sun has long disappeared. It’s been a long time since we got to make love like this, with nothing else to worry about in the world. It’s absolute bliss. He plants gentle kisses all over me, slowly, sweetly. I close my eyes and enjoy it, never wanting it to end.

“I think we just made another baby,” he whispers in my ear. Ever since our second pregnancy, he’s guessed both times that I’m pregnant. It’s like he feels it, the way I did the first time I noticed my body shifting with the pregnancy. The thought of another child to raise, to love, to cherish, sounds magical. I’ve spent the last ten years learning how to be a good mother, a good wife, and a person I can be proud of. After all the sadness in my younger years, I know I deserve to be happy. I deserve this life I’ve made with Tate.

“I can barely wait.”