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I hold her close, lifting her up and down my cock. This time, I go slow, easy.
"Kiss me, Laney," I demand, needing her mouth on mine.
She tips her head back, her eyes at half-mast. They're dark and dazed, her lips red and swollen where she's been biting them, trying to contain her cries.
I kiss her softly, sweetly, loving on her as I lift her up and down my cock, in no hurry for this night to end. We don't get nearly enough time alone together. With four kids, every second with her is one I cherish.
"You're pregnant again," I whisper, placing kisses all over the side of her neck. "God, angel. Do you have any idea how fucking happy I am about that?"
"Yes," she moans, writhing in my lap.
I kiss her again and again, holding her close as I make love to her. I touch her belly, awed that my baby is in there again,growing. That she's mine. That, somehow, this is my life. I used to think hockey was what I wanted out of life. That nothing would ever compare to the rush I got being on the ice with a stick in my hand and the goal in front of me.
I was wrong. This right here…Laney, the way she says my name and the feel of her soft body against mine, our kids, and the baby growing in her belly…nothing compares to this.Nothing.
"I love you," I whisper against her lips.
Her pussy flutters around my cock again.
"Ah, fuck. You going to come for me again, Laney?"
"Yes. God, Weston." She tips her head back, moaning into the room.
And that sound,fuck, there's nothing sweeter than that sound.
I tilt my hips, grinding against her clit, trying to get her there again before I come.
Within moments, she's chanting my name and soaking my cock with her juices. I slam her down on me and still, growling her name as her pussy milks my cock, pulling me over the edge with her this time.
"I love you, I love you," she chants.
I come harder, love her deeper, spill into her until I'm gasping for breath. Even then, I can't stop touching her, kissing her. She's limp in my arms, her head against my shoulder, purring like a kitten.
When I can breathe again, I press another kiss to her sweaty skin and then rise to lay her in the bed. She whines a wordless complaint, which makes me smile.
"Behave, angel. I'll be right back," I murmur, brushing loose strands of hair away from her face. It came undone at some point. Her wild hair is rarely contained for long. I stroke my hand down her cheek and then head into the living room to grab her gift out of my jacket pocket.
When I make it back to the bedroom, she's exactly where I left her, sprawled across the bed like a sexy little sacrifice.
My dick stirs at the sight of her, rarely satisfied for long.
I set the wrapped box on the bedside table and then slide in beside her before picking her up again.
"Stop picking me up," she complains.
"Never," I mutter, pressing a hard kiss to her lips. She swears she's too heavy for me to carry her around. She's wrong about that. I could carry her every day of forever and never grow tired of it. I love having her in my arms.
She cuddles up against my chest, her eyes closed.
"You awake, angel?"
"Yes."
"Good, I have something for you."
I wait for her to open her eyes to hand the box to her.
She looks at it and then at me, shaking her head. "You spoil me too much, Wes."
