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"In my defense, we didn't exactly plan to propose on the same night. Great minds just think alike."
"I call bullshit," she pouted again. "You guys planned this."
Biting her lip again, I chuckled as I started unbuttoning her blouse. She had come in from work in a mood, threw herself down on the couch next to me, and crossed her arms.
We were in the playoffs again, and I had spent all day studying my tablet to get ready, but now that she was home, I tossed it to the side, wanting to give her all my attention. No matter what games were ahead or what the outcomes were, I tried to make sure she knew she was always first.
As I opened her blouse and worked her bra off, I skimmed my lips over the top of her breasts, making her moan and push them toward me. Then she pulled back, hissing a little, as if I had taken fire to her skin.
"I'm so ready that it hurts," she moaned.
Taking her hard nipple into my mouth, I gently started sucking. She held my head to her, keeping me close, but almost as if she was ready to push me off if I hurt her.
"Why so sensitive?"
"Maybe I just want you so bad."
Latching back onto her, I moaned as my tongue swirled around, and she started grinding on top of me. I closed my eyes, enjoying having her in my arms and the peace I felt as my mouth was connected to her. Her fingers gently ran through my hair, and I moaned, ready to pick her up and take her to bed.
"I took that pregnancy test this morning," she sighed.
Taking my mouth off her, I tilted my head and looked up at her. "Did you buy one?"
"No, the one you put in my bag, remember?"
Snorting, I shook my head and squinted at her. "No?"
"Yes! You picked it up and waved it at me, then slid it into my bag."
"Baby that was an ovulation test, and you told me not to let you forget it."
She froze, her eyes focusing on something behind me as her brain rethought our entire morning. We had gotten ovulation tests, and I promised her that if she got a positive read, I would leave the field to fuck her and give her the baby she wanted so badly.
"Well that would explain why it was negative," she finally responded. "Shit, I feel so out of it. I can't even focus. It's like my brain is mush."
"You've been wanting a baby since the day we said I DO. Just relax and let it happen. Before you know it, we will have a little coconut on the way."
"What I really want is cheese dip," she sighed.
"Okay," I stood up, laughing. "Let's save baby making for later. You're still lost inside that head of yours. Let me feed you first, then I'll fuck you."
"No!" she laughed, wrapping her legs around me. "Fuck me first."
Backing her against the door to the balcony, I bunched her skirt up and slid her panties to the side. All I was wearing was my standard soccer shorts, so I pushed the elastic down to free my cock and slid inside her.
"Fuck you first," I moaned, pushing my hips hard into her with each word. Her tits were pressed against my chest, and her hands gripped my hair, pulling tightly as I moved.
"Tripp!" My name on her lips was somewhere between a scream and a warning. She came in from working with her body more ready for me than her head was. Like her body knew that I would calm her down and take all the worries away that seemed to be on her mind when she walked in.
"Let go of that stress, baby. Enjoy my cock being home, inside of you."
Her eyes squeezed shut, and her forehead fell to mine. "Tripp," she said again, only that time as a whisper.
"Do you need to picture someone in that chair? Someone watching us, someone so hard and desperate to come from how good you look riding me?"
She shook her head and opened her eyes as her pussy clenched and coated me. Even though it was no longer a need for her, I knew she still liked to think about people watching her being fucked. It was just a little kink of hers that I loved feeding into.
With her body becoming more pliable and spent, I pumped myself into her body a few more times and stilled as I released with my own pleasure. My grunts were loud, and just like almost every time I was with her, my heart beat out of my chest.
