He was searching my face, trying to hide his worry, and that brought me back into myself. He’d told me something honest, something personal in here, and I could be brave enough to do the same, even if it killed the mood.
“The idea…,” I started, my labored breathing giving me away already, “of you… getting me pregnant.”
He leaned toward me, hanging onto every word.
“Does not turn me off.” I imagined it again and rolled my hips into him. “At all.”
He stared at me in stunned silence for an eternity of three seconds before his jaw flexed, and my stomach flipped with dread.
But then he banded one arm around me and hugged me to him fiercely, burying his face in my shoulder. “You cannot,” he started, his words muffled in my skin, “say that kind of thing to me, Ireland.”
Still holding me tight to him, he braced one arm on the bench and raised his hips, pushing his dick through my wetness again. I let out a surprised sound, fireworks lighting and exploding my nerve endings.
I planted a kiss on his bare shoulder before pulling back to look at him. He kept me firmly planted in his lap with his dick wedged between my legs, his eyes wide and glasses askew.
It might’ve been the hottest combination of things I’d ever experienced.
“You mean it?” he asked, tucking my hair behind my ear. “You would be okay with having kids with me, Ireland?”
My nails dug into his shoulders as he continued to tease me with his body, his words.
“It wouldn’t be the worst thing,” I managed, my eyes fluttering shut as I gripped his shoulders, and he slid through me again.
“You want me bare?” he asked, pulling back and teasing me again with his tip. “That risk is okay with you?”
“Yes,” I moaned, trying to push down on him, but he stopped me, proving his strength, because damn if I wasn’t putting everything I had into it.
“Look at me,” he whispered.
His tone was so serious that I did so immediately.
“I want that too.” He smoothed the back of his hand over my cheek. “I know right now wouldn’t be the best time, but… yeah. It wouldn’t be the worst thing. Not at all.”
“Not at all,” I agreed quietly.
His smile was huge, the one that showed his pointed canine, and he took his hand off my waist to grab his dick, lining himself up.
His smile morphed into a silent yell as I dropped right onto him, breath catching at the intense stretch.
Suddenly, I was back on my longboard, racing around a corner without fear of failure.
It was reckless.
And it waseverythingI needed.
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There was a pathetic whimpering sound, and I feared it was coming from me.
Pressing my lips together, I held on to Ireland’s hips for dear life and dropped my forehead against hers as I caught up to reality.
I flexed my pelvis muscles and whimpered again as my dick twitched inside her.
My bare dick. Inside Ireland.
A soothing hand stroked my nape, and I opened my eyes cautiously, grinding my jaw to keep any more sounds back.
