Stumbling into Love
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“Wesley . . . ,” her husky voice calls.
I dip my chin to find her head tipped back and her sleepy eyes on me. Taking her in, all I can think is how beautiful she is.
“Yeah?” I ask.
She touches my chin as I run my finger across her hairline and tuck her hair behind her ear, watching her pupils dilate as her hips shift against mine. Without answering, she slides her body up and wraps her hand around my jaw.
“Okay,” she whispers.
“Okay, what?”
“Okay, let’s have another baby,” she answers against my lips.
A growl vibrates in my chest, and I lean forward while sliding my fingers through her hair at the side of her head. I pull her mouth closer to mine, and her lips part without command, allowing my tongue to touch hers. The moment her taste hits me, I know I won’t be able to slow down or stop. Like always, my need for her is more than I can control. Pulling her up to straddle my waist, I sit up, then cup her ass and slide inside her. Connecting with her like this centers me. There is nothing better than being inside her. Using my hands on her hips, I control her movements and slow her down. “Like this.” I rock her hips, and her head falls back. Her cascading hair hits the tops of my thighs. Listening to her moan, I slide my hands up her waist and cup her breasts, pulling her nipples. Her body bucks, and her forehead drops to my chest.
“Wesley . . .”
“Give me your mouth,” I growl.
She lifts her head and looks at me through lust-filled eyes. Sitting up, she leans forward and covers my mouth with hers. I lick into her mouth and listen to her whimper as I lift my hips up into hers.
“I’m so close.”
“I know, gorgeous.” I feel her walls clamp down around me; then she moves her hand between our bodies. I know what she’s reaching for. “Lean back. I want to watch you touch yourself.” I help her sit back, then watch as she works her clit while riding me. “Christ, do you know how beautiful you look filled with my cock?” I pull her nipples, and she moans even louder while her pussy convulses, making my balls tighten up and my spine tingle. Knowing I’m getting close, that I’m about to lose it, I sit up and capture one breast. I suck her nipple hard while pulling and tugging the other. “Fuck! Ride me harder,” I growl.
She starts to rock against me with more force than before. I listen to her whimper right before she starts to come, her pussy strangling my cock. Lifting my hips up into hers, I come deep inside her and groan my release around her nipple.
Her body slumps against mine, and I wrap my arms around her and tuck my face into her neck.
“I love you,” she whispers when our breathing has evened out.
I squeeze my eyes closed. I will never get used to hearing those words from her. Never.
Ten months later . . .
MAC
Staring up at the ceiling, watching the morning light move across the surface, I smile. Wesley wraps his hand around my waist on one side of me, and Dustin tosses his tiny arm over my neck on the other. Dustin doesn’t normally sleep with us, but I think that he is still so wired after Christmas yesterday that he couldn’t sleep—meaning he woke up and there was nothing we could do to get him back to sleep in his own bed. Eventually we both gave up trying and just let him sleep in here with us. He started out between his dad and me, but at some point he must have moved to my other side. So I’m now sandwiched between my boys. Feeling the need to use the restroom, I carefully scoot out from between them and get off at the end of the bed.
After grabbing Wesley’s flannel robe on the way to the bathroom, I put it on and wrap it around my waist. Stepping over unwrapped toys and stacks of clothes that still need to be put away, I go into the bathroom and bite my lip when I see the pregnancy test I set on the counter last night.
Opening the box, I scan the directions and then take the test. I set it on the counter, wash my hands, and lean back. I inhale sharply when I feel Wesley’s hand slide around my waist and his chin come to rest on my shoulder.
“Morning.” I rest the side of my head against his.
“Morning, gorgeous.” He kisses my neck, and my body relaxes back into his.
This moment is nothing like the last time I was in a bathroom taking a pregnancy test. I have no worries. Not only do Wesley and I have a solid relationship but we got married five months ago—a month after Dustin’s first birthday, which made everything with us complete.
“How long do we have to wait?” his sleepy voice rumbles. I turn my head and meet his gaze.
“About three minutes,” I say, seeing the anxiousness in his gaze. Then again, he’s been anxious every month for the last ten—since we said that we were going to try for another baby.
When the screen finally flashes and the answer we have been waiting for appears, I feel him tense behind me.
“Am I seeing things?”
“No,” I whisper as love and happiness overwhelm me.
“Jesus.” His hand moves to my stomach, and his face moves to the crook of my neck.
Covering his hand with my own, I close my eyes and soak in this feeling.
“Mama. Dada,” Dustin says.
I turn in Wesley’s arms to watch Dustin stumble sleepily into the bathroom, rubbing his eyes.
“Hey, baby.” I smile at my boy, and he comes over to me and his dad, holding out his arms. Reaching down, I pick him up.
Wesley wraps his arms around the two of us.
“I love you two,” he says gruffly.
I swallow over the lump in my throat, then kiss Dustin’s chubby cheek.
“I love you both, too,” I whisper. Then I laugh, dropping my head to his chest. “Who would have thought being stood up and stumbling into you would turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to me?”
I dip my chin to find her head tipped back and her sleepy eyes on me. Taking her in, all I can think is how beautiful she is.
“Yeah?” I ask.
She touches my chin as I run my finger across her hairline and tuck her hair behind her ear, watching her pupils dilate as her hips shift against mine. Without answering, she slides her body up and wraps her hand around my jaw.
“Okay,” she whispers.
“Okay, what?”
“Okay, let’s have another baby,” she answers against my lips.
A growl vibrates in my chest, and I lean forward while sliding my fingers through her hair at the side of her head. I pull her mouth closer to mine, and her lips part without command, allowing my tongue to touch hers. The moment her taste hits me, I know I won’t be able to slow down or stop. Like always, my need for her is more than I can control. Pulling her up to straddle my waist, I sit up, then cup her ass and slide inside her. Connecting with her like this centers me. There is nothing better than being inside her. Using my hands on her hips, I control her movements and slow her down. “Like this.” I rock her hips, and her head falls back. Her cascading hair hits the tops of my thighs. Listening to her moan, I slide my hands up her waist and cup her breasts, pulling her nipples. Her body bucks, and her forehead drops to my chest.
“Wesley . . .”
“Give me your mouth,” I growl.
She lifts her head and looks at me through lust-filled eyes. Sitting up, she leans forward and covers my mouth with hers. I lick into her mouth and listen to her whimper as I lift my hips up into hers.
“I’m so close.”
“I know, gorgeous.” I feel her walls clamp down around me; then she moves her hand between our bodies. I know what she’s reaching for. “Lean back. I want to watch you touch yourself.” I help her sit back, then watch as she works her clit while riding me. “Christ, do you know how beautiful you look filled with my cock?” I pull her nipples, and she moans even louder while her pussy convulses, making my balls tighten up and my spine tingle. Knowing I’m getting close, that I’m about to lose it, I sit up and capture one breast. I suck her nipple hard while pulling and tugging the other. “Fuck! Ride me harder,” I growl.
She starts to rock against me with more force than before. I listen to her whimper right before she starts to come, her pussy strangling my cock. Lifting my hips up into hers, I come deep inside her and groan my release around her nipple.
Her body slumps against mine, and I wrap my arms around her and tuck my face into her neck.
“I love you,” she whispers when our breathing has evened out.
I squeeze my eyes closed. I will never get used to hearing those words from her. Never.
Ten months later . . .
MAC
Staring up at the ceiling, watching the morning light move across the surface, I smile. Wesley wraps his hand around my waist on one side of me, and Dustin tosses his tiny arm over my neck on the other. Dustin doesn’t normally sleep with us, but I think that he is still so wired after Christmas yesterday that he couldn’t sleep—meaning he woke up and there was nothing we could do to get him back to sleep in his own bed. Eventually we both gave up trying and just let him sleep in here with us. He started out between his dad and me, but at some point he must have moved to my other side. So I’m now sandwiched between my boys. Feeling the need to use the restroom, I carefully scoot out from between them and get off at the end of the bed.
After grabbing Wesley’s flannel robe on the way to the bathroom, I put it on and wrap it around my waist. Stepping over unwrapped toys and stacks of clothes that still need to be put away, I go into the bathroom and bite my lip when I see the pregnancy test I set on the counter last night.
Opening the box, I scan the directions and then take the test. I set it on the counter, wash my hands, and lean back. I inhale sharply when I feel Wesley’s hand slide around my waist and his chin come to rest on my shoulder.
“Morning.” I rest the side of my head against his.
“Morning, gorgeous.” He kisses my neck, and my body relaxes back into his.
This moment is nothing like the last time I was in a bathroom taking a pregnancy test. I have no worries. Not only do Wesley and I have a solid relationship but we got married five months ago—a month after Dustin’s first birthday, which made everything with us complete.
“How long do we have to wait?” his sleepy voice rumbles. I turn my head and meet his gaze.
“About three minutes,” I say, seeing the anxiousness in his gaze. Then again, he’s been anxious every month for the last ten—since we said that we were going to try for another baby.
When the screen finally flashes and the answer we have been waiting for appears, I feel him tense behind me.
“Am I seeing things?”
“No,” I whisper as love and happiness overwhelm me.
“Jesus.” His hand moves to my stomach, and his face moves to the crook of my neck.
Covering his hand with my own, I close my eyes and soak in this feeling.
“Mama. Dada,” Dustin says.
I turn in Wesley’s arms to watch Dustin stumble sleepily into the bathroom, rubbing his eyes.
“Hey, baby.” I smile at my boy, and he comes over to me and his dad, holding out his arms. Reaching down, I pick him up.
Wesley wraps his arms around the two of us.
“I love you two,” he says gruffly.
I swallow over the lump in my throat, then kiss Dustin’s chubby cheek.
“I love you both, too,” I whisper. Then I laugh, dropping my head to his chest. “Who would have thought being stood up and stumbling into you would turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to me?”
