She leaned forward, and our lips crashed into each other. I pressed my hips up, reminding her I was still deep inside of her and she let out a gasp before she started moving again. The climax that was building wasn’t like anything I had experienced before. I felt it build slowly and my heart felt as if it were going to beat out of my chest. My need to claim this woman and make her mine forever was flowing strongly, and I didn’t want to deny it anymore.
She rocked herself forward, pressing her clit into my abdomen, and I pushed up into her again, hitting that sweet spot deep inside. As her body worked itself back up into a wave of pleasure, I stared into her eyes, trying my best to convey the truth in my words.
When the first wave of her climax hit, she didn’t scream or shake, but instead she closed her eyes and her mouth opened a bit. Her body became languid over mine and I moved us both as her walls quivered and pulsed around my cock, rocking my own climax to its high as I emptied myself into her.
Kyra collapsed onto my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her. As we lay there and our breathing evened out, she let out a heavy sigh.
“I love you too, Jack Saint, and I don’t think I always have. I know I always have. No one has ever compared to you.”
I felt as if something broke inside me and every ounce of frustration and anger I ever had dissipated into the atmosphere. Kyra loved me, she really loved me.
We stayed like that for a long time before I moved us, slipping a pillow under her head and pressing my hand between her legs to keep my seed from leaking out of her. I sat with my back against the headboard as she had her legs propped up and just stared down at her.
“How did I get so luck to have met you?”
“I don’t know if you can call it luck when we both come from such a small town,” she said with a smile.
“Kyra, I’m serious about what I said. I don’t want this to only last a week. I want you to be mine forever.”
“I love you Jack, I really do.”
“I want to kiss you right now, but if there is any chance at all that one of these swimmers is about to make me a daddy, then I’m not moving,” I said with a laugh.
“So the breeding kink?”
“Very real, but I’ve only ever felt it with you. Are you ready for all this, Kyra? If not, I understand.”
“I am. I’ve been ready for you my entire life. Any babies we make will only make things better.”
I didn’t care anymore. She said it wasn’t even her fertile week. I let go of her and moved to pull her into my arms. When our lips met, that feeling came back, the one where the world had stopped because my soul was connected with hers.
“So, when do I get to see this calendar of yours? Because if this week isn’t good for baby-making, does that mean next week is?”
She laughed, “Actually, that’s exactly what it means.”
“Perfect, I want to head back to Whitewood tomorrow. You only have a few days to plan, and I need to make sure you get everything you want.”
“Plan for what?”
“The wedding.”
“The what?”
“Oh, my sweet little kitten, you didn’t think I was going to wait to marry you, did you? I want every bit of proof possible that you’re mine forever. That includes a marriage certificate and my baby in your belly.”
The sound of her laughter warmed my heart in ways nothing had before. Kyra Banks was everything to me and I would spend the rest of my life worshiping her.
“Maybe we should clean up and get some rest,” she said as she laid her head against my chest.
“Are you tired?”
“Maybe, but I don’t want you to be grumpy on the ride back.”
“I don’t get grumpy.”
“You most certainly do.”
“Well then, if you don’t want me grumpy, you better open those legs of yours because I need to get between them one more time before I clean you up.”
