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“Oops, looks like I owe you a new pair of pants, Ben,” she said without any real regret in her voice.
He didn’t reply, but pinned her with a hot, wicked look, before unzipping her boots and tossing them aside. Next, he peeled her leggings and panties off in one motion, they were as ruined as his pants.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said—staring down between her spread legs in reverence. He grinned when her pussy spasmed at the sound of his voice. “Poor little pussy looks thirsty for my cock.”
God, she loved how filthy her straitlaced husband was in the bedroom. It turned her on so much.
He peeled his pants down over his lean hips and then stopped.
“I’m going to use a condom, okay?” he said, surprising her. “I think we should discuss when we want to start our family later. But right now, I just want to love you.”
“Okay,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
He bent to kiss her, and removed a condom from his wallet of all places.
“You kept a condom in your wallet? That was optimistic of you.”
He chuckled, tossed the wallet aside, and donned the condom efficiently. “Sweetheart, I lived in hope every day for fucking months.”
He planted a hand next to her head, with the other fisted around his cock, as he positioned himself for entry.
“Next time,” she said in breathless wonder as he gently pushed his way into her. “I want to kiss you and touch you and pet you.”
“Fuck, yes. Anytime, mo chridhe. My body is yours to command.”
They didn’t speak much after that. Just gentle encouragements, moans, and pleas as their lovemaking started slow and soft, despite the raunchy start, and built in intensity, with Lilah reaching multiple orgasms, each peak higher than the one that came before it. By the fifth, she was exhausted and Ben, by now on his back, with her drooped over his chest, surged up into her one final time with a pained, choked groan as he came for what seemed like an eternity.
When his body finally went limp, he lay shuddering beneath her, his strong arms wrapped around her back as he held her tightly for a moment, before lifting her and depositing her next to him. He deftly removed the condom, set it aside to be discarded later, and gathered her close. Lilah gradually became aware of the fact that her skirt was still hiked up around her waist. She made a muffled sound and attempted to wriggle out of it but could barely move. Sensing her discomfort, Ben helped her shimmy it up over her breasts and head, and tossed it aside, before hugging her close again, his body heat keeping her warm.
“I love you, Lilah,” he whispered into her hair, and Lilah, barely awake, smiled against his chest.
“I love you too, Ben.”
“I may forget to say it sometimes,” he warned, fingers trailing up and down her spine.
“M’kay.”
“I never want you to think I’m not saying it because I don’t love you, I’m just not used to it. It’s hasn’t been a part of my lexicon and I just have to practice until I get good at it.”
Lilah sighed. Seriously? She wanted to slip into a sex coma and this man was over there using words like lexicon and wanting to have a serious discussion and shit? After the most amazing sex in the history of the world?
Seriously?
“Lilah? Did you hear me?”
So it looked like they were doing this after all. She pressed her palm onto his chest and propped her chin onto her hand to stare up at him. He smiled and smoothed her hair out of her face.
“You don’t have to say it all the time, Ben. As long as I know you feel it. Never let it become a habit, something you say by rote like fine, thanks in response to how are you? Say it when you feel like you absolutely can’t let another second pass without letting me know you love me.”
He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose.
“I love you, Lilah. So fucking much.” He was irresistible when he was being cute. She kissed his chest to show him her appreciation.
“And since you want to have serious discussions instead of enjoying the post-coital glow,” she said. “What was all that about the condom?”
“I think we should wait before having kids.”
Her eyes widened.
“Really? You were all for the whole baby thing when we got married.”
“But that was when I thought I could make you happy by giving you babies to keep you occupied and content.”
“Are you shitting me?” she asked, raising her head as she glared at him indignantly.
“I was an arsehole and a moron,” he said with a placating pat on her back.
“And sexist as hell.”
“Yes,” he agreed. “But if you concur, I think we should wait. Spend time with each other, enjoy one another. And when we’re both ready to share our lives, and our love, with someone other than a spoiled Chihuahua, we should have a baby. What do you think?”
