Oh, Baby, Baby

"What's on your mind, babe?" My fingers found themselves clinging to raven-colored curls then, stroking them softly as I gazed into his warm, green eyes. He was thinking hard about something, and I was determined to find out what.

He kissed my arm; full lips leaving it littered in goosebumps, not breaking our eye contact. "I was just thinking about what an amazing mother you'd be."

I smiled and caressed his stubble, feelings of endearment rushing over me. Blushing, I met him in a tender kiss. We'd been married a little over a year and spoken many times about children. We knew our future included the little pitter-pattering of feet and wanted nothing more than to be parents someday. "Oh, Billie," I cooed, my voice thick with emotion after our kiss broke. "I hope so."

"Sweetheart," he said softly, a long index finger hovering just above my trembling lips, "I know so." Smiling and tenderly caressing my cheek, he shifted slightly; his weight settling comfortably on top of me as his toned, painted biceps supported his petite frame with ease. I shivered underneath him, feeling my willingness to be a good girl swiftly slipping away. "In fact, I've never been more sure of anything in my life," he murmured, those luscious lips of his seizing the sweetest spot on my neck, "Other than how much I love you." Those lips were flat against my ear next, and I trembled, moaning audibly. "Tell me you'll have my babies," he breathed, his voice sinfully tender and husky. "Let me make love to you. I want to make you feel good. Let me fill you up and put a baby deep inside you." He found my neck again and peppered it with wet, lustful kisses as I clutched his hair; my breath leaving me in quickened, soft gasps.

"Oh, Billie. I love you, too." I swallowed hard, overwhelming emotion filling my throat. "Y—yes, God, yes. Please," I whimpered, my fingers scrambling to unbutton his cream-colored shirt. I couldn't get him undressed fast enough, and as he tugged my pink tank-top over my head in one, swift motion where it met its demise on our bedroom floor, my khaki shorts following it just moments later, I knew he felt the same. "I want you," I said softly. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled his still-clothed bottom-half against my silky panties and hummed lowly, feeling the tip of his erection dip into my center.

"Yeah?" he breathed, smiling as he stirred just enough on top of me to rock his hips against mine teasingly. "Do you want to take my cock all at once, or one inch at a time? Tell me what you want, baby, and I'll give it to you." His warm hands explored my breasts as I struggled to speak, feeling him wind me up tighter and tighter underneath him.

"Fucking give it to me," I groaned, rolling my hips upwards to meet his. "Give it all to me at once. I can take it."

"Okay," he breathed, cupping one of my breasts with one hand as his other reached down and slid underneath my panties. "Then that's how I'm going to give it to you. You're going to take me all at once, and I'm going to make you feel like the fucking queen that you are. Now, open up, baby." My legs fell apart with ease; heat radiating through my body as he spoke. With two agile fingers, he pushed into my warm folds gently and started working me over with swift, skillful movements. "Jesus. You're already so wet," he cooed, green eyes twinkling with tenderness and lust as he gradually increased his speed. "I want you to use my cock and make it erupt deep inside of you. Can you do that?" He was panting now, and I along with him as his erection pulsed against my leg. I reached down and brushed the tip of it with just my fingers, making him tremble. "Yes! Oh, fuck, yes, baby," I hummed, the familiar heat of an impending orgasm pooling in my center.

"You're such a good girl. I don't deserve you," he moaned softly, nuzzling my neck and marking his territory with gentle love bites. He knew how much I loved having my neck kissed, especially when I was on the verge of orgasm. "Can you come for me, baby? I want you to come for me, now. Let it all go," he cooed, his fingers dancing over my clit with fast, careful precision. An especially juicy nibble on my neck from him made me lose it, and I tugged on the back of his head as I found my sweet release; his pepper stubble tickling my cheek as I shook, shivered, and became a puddle underneath his beaufiful body. Those fingers continued their light, heavenly strokes against my wet skin, just how he knew I loved it, until I became too sensitive and over-stimulated.