Will and Marie Make a Baby

 Will and Marie Make a Baby

“It’s time.”

“What?” I panted, sucking on his earlobe, inhaling his clean scent of soap and hard work.

“It’s time, Marie,” Will repeated in his gruff voice, as he nipped down my neck with little bites and deep, wet kisses. Urgent kisses that made me gasp and claw at his smooth, muscular back, at his dark, wavy hair.

I needed him. We’d been two weeks apart while he was on a livestock-buying trip, and that was approximately fourteen days too many. Even after so long together, we hated being apart. I especially hated being in our bed without him.

The man had to get inside me. I needed skin-to-skin touch.

Now.

But he held back, gloriously shirtless, hovering over me as I lay naked and sprawled on our antique bed, my long legs bent and spread. He’d unbuttoned his Wranglers and pushed them low on his hips, the unbuckled belt dangling down.

I licked my lips.

My mahogany-eyed cowboy was a man of few words, so I was used to pressing him for more details. That said, normally when he got my clothes off, I could figure out what he intended to do.

This time, though, because of the serious tone of his voice, I didn’t understand what he meant.

“Time for what?”

He traced a finger down my side. “You quit the pill before I left, right?”

My stomach dipped and a wave of nausea rolled through me. The skin on my torso became sensitized to the air and his rough, farmer hands. My mouth got dry.

Thuh-wump, went my heart. Then it sped up.

Just like time sped up and blurred together.

It felt like one minute ago we were fighting about politics. Thirty seconds ago, we were married.

And now?

I took a deep breath and held it, studying his serious face. And then I nodded.

Everything was happening too fast.

We’d talked about having kids. We both wanted them.

But when I saw my beautiful husband step in the door after being away, with road dust on his boots, a trucker hat squishing his luscious hair, and his biceps bulging out his T-shirt, all I’d thought was, NEED. And, NOW.

His thought was next level, though.

I let out the breath. My head whirled. My hands shook.

Keeping his lips on my neck, Will murmured, “Time for us to make a baby. You with me?”

Then he backed up and locked his eyes on mine.

Was I with him?

My patient, giving husband? My lover? My soulmate?

Absolutely.

I nodded.

And as I nodded, I burst into a grin and pulled him back to me, wrapping my arms and legs around him so tight, so joyous. His warm and comforting arms held me to him as if he’d never let me go.

My body trembled in his embrace.

“You’re with me,” he confirmed. With his nose buried in my pink and purple My Little Pony-colored hair, he said so quietly I almost didn’t hear him, “I’ve wanted this so long. I’ve wanted you. And I’ve wanted our baby.”

I clung to him, our breaths joining together. For a moment, I couldn’t say anything, but my chest became light and buoyant, and a peace settled over me. A confidence in the right decision.

And then, at the right time, once I’d gathered myself back together, he shifted.

“I don’t know that it will work the first time,” I whispered, my heels pushing down his pants.

He kissed me gently, with a twinkle in his eye. “Don’t mind the practice, darlin’.”

Will pressed his forehead to mine and then slid off the bed. He hooked his thumbs in his jeans and dropped them to the floor.

I gawked.

No matter how many times he did this, it was always an event.

As usual, my lover went commando. And as usual, his pants hid male beauty he really knew how to use.

And if the erectness of it were anything to go by, he was really wanting to use it right about now.

As I squirmed on the bed, he paused at the foot, gazing at me, his eyes traveling from my feet to my face, and staying there.

He put both hands on the bed and leaned over. “Marie.”

I scrambled up, reaching for his fingers to pull him to me. “Yeah.”

Will smiled with his eyes and didn’t say anything. Typical.

“What?” I asked.

“I love you,” he growled, and pushed me back into the bed.

Yeah. We were really doing this.

“I love you too,” I tried to say, but he took my breath away almost immediately.

I’d expected it to be hot and heavy and fast, since we hadn’t seen each other. I was so wet, needing him, needing his skin on mine and his cock inside me. I was sure he felt the same.

But he took his time, gliding his fingers up my legs.

Then his mouth found my pussy, and he feasted.

My God.

The man devoted all his attention, all his energy, all his power to the apex of my thighs. His tongue nudged and darted, then circled, then made my already woken-up nerves sing.

He slipped a finger inside me. And another. And curled them up, playing my body like an instrument.

I started chanting. “Will. Oh my God, Will. Honey. Oh, don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he muttered against my skin, and kept going, his tongue lapping, his pants on me.

The orgasm I was sure to have?

Yeah.

Righteous.

My feet were on fire. My nails scratched at the sheet. My head flopped back and forth, like I was possessed.

I was possessed. From him.

Will kept going. And going. And going.

Until my muscles contracted and everything in my body wound so tight that I didn’t know that I’d survive. I gasped and screamed and cried. “Oh my God, Will. Oh my God!”

And with a holy release, my body quivered and I came so hard I blew the roof off the farmhouse. My body let go of all the tension.

All of the stuff I’d held in from his absence, from missing him.

He was here, and he’d made me boneless. And satisfied. So satisfied.

Now it was his turn.

And if we were lucky, we’d get something else, too.

“Come here, cowboy,” I whispered.

He nodded. Crawling up the bed, he positioned his cock at my entrance and pushed his way into my hot, slick, needy body, which sucked him up and welcomed his size gratefully.

“Fuck, yes,” he gasped, as he started to move.

Over and over and over again, he thrust into me, his movements skilled, the pleasure mounting yet again for me.

“I. Fucking. Love. You,” he bit out, and his cock hit that rough place inside that made me spasm again.

This time, sweeter than the first.

“Give it to me. Will. Give me you. I need you.”

He nodded and kept pistoning into me, an even pace that got faster and faster.

And faster.

I loved it when he did this. I loved it when he lost control. I loved it when Will just plain fucked me.

“Wanted to make love,” he said.

“You are. Do it, lover. Come. Give it to me,” I said.

He nodded, kissed me, smelling of me, and then pulled his shoulders back, his cock doing a fantastic uptick. The vein in his neck became pronounced. His cheeks flushed.

And with a sexy exhalation, Will threw his head back and came with a roar, spilling all himself into me in hot, gushing spurts.

Yes.

After a few more thrusts, he collapsed onto me, his lips on my shoulder.

My stomach rose to meet his. I wrapped my ankles around his ass and played with his hair. He traced my tattoos on my side with his fingers.

“Think we did it that time,” he said. “But give me a moment and we’ll do a bonus round.”

I smiled and kissed him. “Want a boy or a girl?”

“Healthy. Just healthy.”

I wrapped him in a hug, and we lay there for a long, long time.

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