“This is a perfect time to talk about it.” Libby captures my hand, threading her fingers through mine. “Yes, I want kids, but I want you most of all. As long as I have you, I’m all good.”
I smile. “Me, too. Babies will just be the icing on the Libby cake.”
She turns her head on the pillow, returning my grin. “We should probably head back to the party. Tell everyone we’re engaged and stuff like that.”
“We probably should.” I cup her breast in my hand, brushing my thumb over her nipple. “But I have a problem.”
She bites her lip. “What’s that?”
“Talking about getting you knocked up makes me want to fuck you again. Just to practice, you know,” I say as I move on top of her. “Make sure I’m going to know how to do it when the time comes.”
“Right, practice,” she says with mock seriousness as she cups my balls, rolling them gently, making my already thickening cock swell. “I mean, practice is important. It makes perfect, I hear.”
“You’re already perfect.” I capture her lips for a kiss. And then one kiss becomes two and three, and then I’m sliding back inside my love, making her come for me again while I think about what a lucky bastard I am to have a lifetime to spend with my best friend.
The End