I held onto him for dear life as I fell over the edge of that precipice time and time again that night, climaxing with almost every thrust. I’d never felt pleasure like he was giving me before. I didn’t know if I was just that much more sensitive lately or if he was just that much harder tonight.
It didn’t matter which. I thrust my hips against him and started working him as my body quaked beneath him. My thighs shook, and my insides quivered, flooding with ecstasy as I couldn’t control myself.
“I haven’t stopped coming,” I told him. “Holy shit, Cole.”
“I’m close, baby,” he said.
I rammed myself down onto him and started rocking my hips. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I tightened my grip on his hips and his shoulders and kept going until I felt him growing hard enough to explode inside of me.
He started to pull back, but I protested.
“No,” I told him. “Let me have it.”
He pushed himself up and looked down at me.
“Really?”
“Yes, baby, let me have all of it.”
He’d already given it to me once before, when I wouldn’t let him stop, just like I was doing now.
Then, it happened. He erupted inside of me, filling me with his warm juice. He flooded me completely. I let go of him and let him start thrusting inside me again so that he could empty himself into me.
“Give it all to me,” I called out. “I want it all.”
He pushed deep into me and held himself there. I felt his cock jerk inside me as he let the last of his climax flow into me.
Then, he collapsed on top of me. I kissed his shoulders and his neck. I kissed his lips, and he slid off of me, letting himself slide out of me at the same time.
He rolled over onto his back.
“That was intense,” he breathed.
“Yes, it was, baby.” I kissed him again and started to slide out of the bed.
“Where are you going?” he asked me.
“Nowhere. I’ll be right back.” I left him panting on the bed as he came down from his ecstasy.
He was right. It had been pretty intense. I’d never felt him erupt inside me with such force before. He really wanted it tonight, I thought.
I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and some ice. I poured him a nice, full glass of whiskey. He knew what I liked. I knew what he liked, too, and he always liked whiskey no matter the situation. Well, tonight was a big deal, and he didn’t even know it yet.
I walked back into the bedroom with the glass in my hand.
“Is that for me?” he asked, sitting up on his elbows.
“It is,” I told him. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.
“What’s it for?” he asked.
“Well, tonight’s a very special occasion,” I started, sitting down on the bed and handing him his glass.
“Okay?” He took it cautiously, unsure of what I was about to tell him.
“Tonight, I have to tell you something very important, Cole, and I need you to listen very carefully.”
He took a long drink from his glass, downing most of it in one gulp. When he finished and looked back at me, I put a hand on his leg.
“I’m pregnant, Cole.”
I thought he was going to explode. His eyes bulged out of his head, and a smile spread wide across his face. He grabbed me and embraced me.
“That’s awesome, baby. There’s going to be a little mini version of us running around soon. That’s excellent news,” he said.
We sat up all night after that talking about our plans for the future and what we were going to do.
We started looking for a house. He started talking about marriage, and he said I was absolutely out of the business from that point forward. Our lives were moving faster than I knew how to keep up with, but at least we were doing it together. At least it was us. We were becoming a real family, with a real home.
THE END