"Abel, what if I went off my birth control?" I ask. We are sitting at the dinner table, eating a meal that I myself cooked for the both of us. It's just him and I at home, so if we argue no one else will hear.
He drops his fork and almost chokes on his food, "Are you serious?" he says between coughs.
I expect him to get mad at me, but he does the complete opposite. He scoops me up in his arms and takes me upstairs into the bathroom before sitting me on the counter. I watch him as he takes my birth control pills, popping them into the toilet one by one and flushing them. It's hilarious.
"You really want to try for a baby?" I laugh.
He looks at me and puts his hands on either side of me, "Of course I do, Salem. I love you." he smiles, "I never thought of having kids, but when I'm with you it makes me want to put a whole football team of children inside of you."
I roll my eyes and hug him closer, "I'm not having a football team, but a referee or two is ok with me."
He laughs and pulls from the hug, smirking, "We better get started then."
My eyes widen and my breath catches in my throat, "You mean right now?!"
He nods and shrugs, "Why not?"
I yank him towards me and press his lips to mine. We passionately make out, while attempting to walk towards our bed. Sex has been amazing with him, and I don't know if it's ovulating or because I'm absolutely in love with him, but I've been extra horny lately.
He lays me down on the bed and instructs me to lift my hips. I do just that and he pulls my shorts and panties down, throwing them somewhere in the room. I laugh and pull him back to me.
We kiss while I struggle to unbuckle his belt. Once I finally get it done, I pull from the kiss and hand it to him, "I want you to tie me up." I whisper.
His eyes widen a bit and he smirks, I crawl to the foot of the head of the bed and put my hands above my head. He wraps the belt around my wrists and fastens it. Unable to move my hands, my body warms.
He pulls his pants down and lets them pool at his feet, "I'm so fucking hard for you right now, my love."
I look down at the large bulge in his boxers. We've been married for a while now, but I never get used to seeing the size of him. He yanks his boxers down and climbs on-top of me, getting himself wet with my arousal.
We don't do foreplay this time. I want him inside of me as soon as possible. He slides himself into my pussy, I moan as I feel myself stretch.
"You're so fucking tight, god." he groans, he thrusts in and out slowly, while making eye contact with me. I practically melt underneath him.
Our moans and groans bounce off the walls of our bedroom. He continues to thrust in and out of me at a quicker pace than before, I feel myself about to cum.
"Don't stop." I whine. "Don't fucking stop!"
He wraps his hand around my throat and forces my mouth open before spitting in it. I whimper as I swallow. My body withers beneath him as I cum around him. His dick pulses inside of my pussy, and I feel the warm liquid of his cum spill inside of me.
He gasps and his hands shake as he undoes the belt around my wrists. I move closer to him as he throws it on the floor. Our room is a mess from how many times we've thrown things on the floor before sex, "We need to clean." I say, cuddling into him.
"We do." he agrees. I laugh and plant a kiss on his shoulder. "I love you, Abel." I whisper in his ear.
My husband smiles down at me, before kissing me on the head, "I love you too, Salem." he whispers back.
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༺♱༻ a/n: two more bonus chapters and we are finished with thorns. i can't believe it.
