14. Hope

We tumble onto the bed, and the wooden frame creaks under us. I can’t keep my lips off Dexter as we explore each other with kisses and caresses.

He slides my t-shirt off and his hand runs up my stomach, and I wince when he gets to my boobs.

“Now I understand why they’re sensitive.” He kisses the place between my breasts and around my chest, avoiding the nipples.

“But damn, they look fucking amazing.”

He’s on his knees looking down at me with love and appreciation in his gaze.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Hope. And I’m a rough old hairy bastard.”

He has no idea how attractive he is with his ginger scruff and callused hands. I reach up and pull him down on top of me.

“What if I like rough?”

“Oh yeah?” He presses his hips into me and I open my thighs, letting his hardness rub against my leggings and tilting my hips toward him, wanting more.

His giant hand slides down my body and tugs at my leggings.

“I’m trying to be gentle, Hope, but I’m so hard for you it’s difficult not to rip your panties right off.”

As he talks he moves down my body, his lips and heated breath caressing my skin. His fingers hook over the top of my leggings, and the heat of his mouth makes my hairs stand on end.

“Then rip them off.”

I giggle nervously, because the only other time I’ve done this was one year ago with Dexter, high on a magical evening of talking and being carefree and believing in love at first sight.

Dexter fixes his steel blue eyes on me, and there’s a noise in his throat that sounds like a growl.

He tugs at my leggings and pulls them off along with my panties. I gasp as the cool air hits my sensitive bits, but a moment later his warm breath blows right onto my core, sending heat shooting through every nerve ending from his touch.

His beard scrapes against my thighs as he nestles between my legs, and I gasp at the sensation and drop my thighs open, giving him access to all of me.

His tongue is rough and his mouth persistent, and I arch my hips, wanting more.

My fingers curl into his hair, and I pull his head down on me as he licks and sucks until the pressure bursts in a kaleidoscope of color and sensation that has me gasping and crying out.

“Shhh, you’ll wake the baby,” he admonishes, but I don’t know how to be silent when my body’s alive with so much feeling.

Dexter climbs up over me and I tug at his jeans, impatient to get him inside me. Justin could wake at any moment, and I want to feel him inside me. I want to make this real.

We’re both naked on the bed, and our bodies seem to know what to do. I wrap my legs around his back as he pushes for entrance. Our eyes lock, and as he slides inside, I keep my gaze on his. This is better than I remember, the sensation of being filled up, the sensation of joining together.

“I love you, Hope.” His voice is rough as he sinks into me.

“I love you too.”

My body engulfs him, welcoming him home. Emotions well up inside me, and I can’t stop the tears from trickling down my cheeks.

Dexter kisses them away with a gentleness that only makes me cry more.

“What is it? Am I hurting you?”

I swipe at my eyes, but I’m smiling even as the tears flow. “These are happy tears. Happy hormonal tears.”

He kisses my eyelids and my cheeks and makes his way to my lips. All the while, our bodies rock together in a slow dance, and it’s so sweet and pure and pleasurable and I want to stay like this forever, locked together in his embrace.

But the pressure in my core is building, and when he moves faster I rock with him, finding the new rhythm.

Dexter slides his hands under me and pulls my hips toward him, and I moan as he sinks deeper. We rock faster and I want this moment to last forever, but I also want the release I know is coming.

“Dexter…” I cry out as I shatter around him, needle pricks of pleasure driving through my body.

A moment later his fingers dig into my hips as he bucks violently and explodes into me.

We cling to each other for a long time, until Dexter rolls off me and enfolds me in his arms.

“Ah fuck, we didn’t use protection.” He hits his hand against his forehead.

“It’s okay. I’m breastfeeding. You can’t get pregnant when you’re breastfeeding.”

“You can’t get pregnant when you use a condom either…”

He rolls onto his side, and his finger traces the loose skin of my stomach.

“Would it be so bad, another baby? I want to see you with a round belly this time.”

He kisses my belly and I sigh contentedly, because it wouldn’t be bad at all.

My future is right here beside Dex, and I can’t wait for us to be a proper family.