28. Remington

TWENTY-EIGHT

REMINGTON

Feasting on Scarlet's pussy is the stuff wet dreams are made of. Her desperation for more, her responsive twitches and writhing grinds, her unashamed loud cries and husky pleas, her inability to restrain herself from playing with her breasts, the way when something feels particularly good her legs go lax as she allows the sensation to wash over her. Combine it all with the excited contractions of her cunt every time I curl and thrust my tongue inside her and her groan inducing taste that has me greedily licking up each drop of her arousal, and I think I could come without so much as a single touch to my dick.

The sound of her panting, "Fuck, Daddy," as her back arches and she pulls on my hair or fists the white duvet is music to my ears. A sound I'll never tire of hearing and always long to make her play again. Each ricocheting keen is something I would gladly accept as the last sound I ever hear.

Pulling my tongue from her pussy, she gives me a stuttered whimper of displeasure, her eyes heavy and lips pouty. The noise quickly fades, however, and changes into a moan as I suck one of her lips into my mouth. Her soft flesh is plump, eager, and responsive.

"Again… God, again," she breathlessly begs when I release her. And since I'm helpless to doing anything but what she asks of me, I take the other one into my mouth, sucking on it and swirling my tongue along its shape until she lets out a sweet mewl, her inner thighs tightening around my body and her head turning to the side as she sucks on her knuckle in a failed and needless attempt to quiet herself.

Moving my hands from where they rest low on her stomach to her soft mound, I gently pull up to further expose her swollen little clit. Giving it a delicate kiss, I nibble just enough to have her gasping through her already shallow breath before sealing my lips around it, my name loud and echoing in the room as she shouts. Letting go, I continue to play and tease her by flicking, circling, and applying pulsing pressure with the tip of my tongue to her small bundle of nerves, aiming to take her body as high as possible.

As I massage the divots where her thighs giveway to her aroused flesh, Scarlet breathes, "Touch me," propping herself up on her elbows to look down at me, her skirt now bunched up just under her breasts. Eyes sparkling like sapphires, she clarifies, "Inside, with your fingers," her love for me radiating through the fog of lust that's wrapped around her and wafting through the room.

Parting from her clit with a gentle kiss, I pull back so my voice isn't muffled as I ask, "Are you sure?" closely studying her flushed face.

I haven't tried to—and she's yet to ask for me to—finger her again since the first time shortly after we began our relationship. She'd already had a second moment of locking up on me when I went to remove her panties, warranting the easy shift to me making it part of our play to have her take them off for me; the small moment of reaffirming her consent and choice does wonders for keeping her head and body here with me. When the momentary freeze over her body had passed and she was ready for more, she had guided my hand back between her legs.

At first everything was great. I could touch and pet her clit, massage and play with her labia, even caress the outside of her pussy and wet my fingers with her slick arousal. However, the moment I went to push a finger inside her, she slapped me and immediately after covered her face and tried to make herself as small as possible in order to protect herself from me, or rather him. Then as her adrenaline faded and I coaxed her back to the present with me, she crawled into my lap and cried for over an hour afterward, trying to tell me she wasn't worth the difficulty. As if she believed me taking the time to make sure she feels safe when I touch her would become an exasperating chore.

Nodding her head, she gives me that smile that shines more brightly through her eyes than her lips and curls her fingers over my hand, answering with a voice as light as air, "I'm sure, Remi. I know it's you; my body knows it's you."

"Okay, baby girl," I swallow, dragging my rough cheek along her smooth skin before kissing the muscle of her thigh, murmuring, "I love you."

Combing her fingers through my hair and smoothing her hand down the back of my head, she responds, "I love you too," slowly laying back on the bed.

Leaving her with one more kiss, this time with a nip of my teeth that makes her squeak, I return my mouth to her pussy, lazily licking and tonguing her until she returns to her breathless, squirming, incoherent state.

When she starts to moan and beg with such pretty devotion for more, I reach inside my open jeans and free my cock from my boxers, coating my finger with pre-cum.

Satisfied that my finger is slick enough with my own eager need for her, I command, "Look at me, Scarlet." The moment her rosy face is in view and her dilated eyes connect with mine, I start to slowly work my finger inside of her, groaning at the feel of how tight she is and the hot, inviting contractions of her pussy as she tries to suck me in.

"Oh… fuck… yes, Daddy, yes…"

"That's right baby, say my name."

Lifting her hips to chase my finger as I start to pull it from her, she cries, "More! I need more, please."

"Patience, baby girl," I admonish, already pushing back inside her, this time curling my knuckles as I stroke, exploring her front wall.

With each shallow retreat, I quickly repeat my entry, watching her responses and waiting. Then as I push just a little further, I find it—the swollen, spongy tissue of her g-spot. Giving it a single caress of the pad of my finger has her hips bucking up and her husky voice swearing as she begs for more, her inner muscles flexing to prevent me from leaving. It's a feeling that shoots right to my dick, making me twitch and leak even more as I huff a quick breath to steady myself against her sweat misted inner thigh.

Slowly bringing myself back from the edge, I pump my finger in and out, continuing to pet, caress, and tap along that spot, my attention to it making her pussy soak my hand. Completely pulling free of her, she begins to whimper until I replace my mouth on her clit. While I suck and lick, I wrap my hand around my dick, squeezing and pulling up towards the head, to make more of my own arousal flow, the feel of her warm slick along my shaft making me moan and my balls draw up in my sac as heat bleeds through the base of my spine.

With us mixed together, I return my fingers to her cunt and start working a second one in. Once I'm fully inside, I alternate the direction of my scissoring digits, stretching and preparing her plush walls for my cock. And as she grows even more aroused, her pussy beginning to flutter with impending release, I redouble the efforts of my tongue on her clit. Adding a third finger, her already tight walls, puffy with need, restrict my movements so I can only rub and apply pressure, stimulating her begging nerves from both the outside and in with tandem touches.

Twisting in the bed above me, Scarlet chants incoherently, her fingers plucking, pinching, and pulling on her nipple while her hips hump my face to chase her release and work me deeper inside her, her other hand gripping my hair to simultaneously bring me closer and push me away.

"Remi… I think… oh fuck… I'm close… God, I'm so close… please… please, let me come..."

I don't think she hears me urge her on because the moment I speak against her clit, she shatters with a scream of my name, her thighs snapping closed and constricting so I'm forced to stay exactly as I am as she rides her orgasm out, her body exquisite as she squirts for me, soaking my face, hand, and the covers. I eagerly begin to lick her clean, my tongue lapping through every fold and crevice between her clit and ass while my fingers continue to work that glorious little spot inside her until she's coming down in a languid heap, panting and shivering as her body grows sensitive.

Pulling my fingers free as she lazily bats at my wrist, I shift back to a full squat and give her opening a featherlight kiss in parting. Smiling from between her thighs as I drink in her debauched glow, flushed body, and rapidly rising chest as she tries to catch her breath, I suck my fingers clean.

"God, that is so hot."

"Mmm," I hum, rising up and crawling over her. "I think it might just be better than the buttercream. Definitely far sweeter."

"Impossible."

Gliding my hand up between her sweat slicked breasts and over her neck, I grasp her chin and pull her mouth open, saying, "Here, taste," spitting some of her delicious and heady essence on her tongue.

Scarlet's eyes close as she savors and contemplates her flavor before swallowing.

"Remington Tate, you are absolutely filthy."

Bending down and kissing her, I growl, "And you fuckin' love it, don't you, my girl?"

"Mhmm," she hums. "I do. But your buttercream is still better."

"Then you can suck it from my cock if you love it so much."

"Oh, I plan to," she says, biting her lip against her smile.

Sweeping her errant flyaways and growing frizz back, I cup her face and pull her up to meet my lips, groaning, "Fuck, you're absolutely perfect for me," before plunging my tongue into her mouth, the moan she gives as she sucks on me betraying just how much she enjoys tasting herself secondhand.

We kiss, dancing between slow and sensual and fast and desperate, my hands mapping paths along her sternum, stomach, and up her sides back to her breasts, only breaking apart when I feel her hands grow bold on their travels. Soft fingers caress up and down my ribs, further learning the ridges and valleys of my muscles, each pass bringing her lower and lower until her fingers are curling around the open waistband of my jeans and attempting to tug them and my boxers off my ass.

"Scarlet, baby, what are you doing?" I tease, obstinately not helping her to remove them.

Instead of answering, she releases me and pushes her shoulders back, opting instead to work her hands into the space she created. Then coming back out, she reaches up to the straps of her bra and begins peeling them down her arms, her small breasts that I love overwhelming with my much larger hands, falling free, nipples darker and more proud as they await my attention. Holding it out for me, I take it from her, my fingers caressing the warm lace, as she whispers, "Too many clothes still."

Looking at her still in her bunched skirt, I agree, moving back off the bed. Hooking my hands into her waistband, I start to carefully work the mass of delicate tulle down her stomach, the damn thing forever seared in my mind as seeing her in it immediately had my dick and heart jumping over the idea of her as a bride, my bride, my wife . When I reach her hips, she easily lifts up for me, allowing it to pass over her butt. Then it's with methodical, precise movements that I guide it off her legs, leaving it in a graceful heap on the floor. The image of its fluttering layers in the candlelight making me momentarily wistful for the not too distant future when it really is her wedding dress decorating our floor.

Stepping out of my boots and socks, I push my jeans and boxers down and free myself of those as well. Then crawling up the bed, I prowl after my girl as she scoots back toward the headboard.

She's stunning like this. Her dewy cheeks highlighted by the dim, warm light. The flickering shadows around the room reaching out to caress and lick upon her curves. Her waiting innocence accentuated by our white linens and pillows. Blonde hair like a golden halo as it fans out across the sheets. And just beneath her angelic surface, streaks of naughtiness play peekaboo as her gaze regularly drops to my veiny cock, her pink tongue darting out to lick her lips with every look. Bit by bit, her knees open and her hands reach for me, calling me home to the place where I fit between her thighs.

Lacing my fingers through hers, I close what remains of the space between us by settling into the warm, smooth cradle of her toned body. Her knees close around me as she hooks her calves over my thighs, rocking up to tip my weight onto her. I do as she bids and reach between us to position my eagerly jutting dick so it nestles between the lips of her pussy. A soft hum vibrates from her chest as I glide through her wetness, slowly lowering myself until I cover her completely. Finally, I let go of her fingers and scoop my arms under hers, resting my weight on them as my palms hold her shoulder blades.

Scarlet's fingers gently dance along my spine, flitting about from vertebrae to vertebrae and up to my own shoulders before unhurriedly making their way back down, all the while looking deep into my eyes, shy vulnerability causing hers to repeatedly flutter close. It's as they close again that I lean in and steal a kiss.

Taking my bottom lip between hers, she pulls on it, her giggle wickedly mischievous as I groan only for her sounds to turn into a gasp as my hips respond to the action by rocking forward, my cock gliding over her clit.

The longer we kiss, the harder I find it is to pull away from her. It's slow and unending. Each caress and touch of our tongues lingering and melting into the next. Each breath softly exchanged between us, my inhale born from her exhale with my own returning back to her. Each time we try to pull apart in order to seek more elsewhere, we're drawn back like magnets.

Our fingers and hands have even calmed to match our languid pace. One of mine comes free to whisper along her side where I reacquaint myself with the peaks and valleys I map and memorize each day. I trace my path down to her hip and curve with her as I hike her leg up higher on my back. Underneath me, it spreads her out, allowing my cock to more easily rub and move with the cresting rolls of her hips.

In turn, Scarlet's shimmery golden pink nails lightly rake down my back. It's an echo of how she scratches and claws just before she comes, the gentler version igniting goosebumps and calling the fine hairs along my body to attention. I all but purr for her when her touch sends shivers down my spine. Sweeping around my waist, she retreats her action, drawing it up my abdomen and across my chest. At the flat of my nipples, she circles her thumbs outward, her palms taking over the motion before climbing up. Over my shoulders and around my neck, she links her arms, using the leverage to pull herself up on me, her lifted state deepening our kiss as her head tilts further to the side. And bracketed around my body, her legs hold on, hips grinding and rocking, their pace beginning to increase.

It's as her clit continues to rub along my shaft that the charge in the room begins to shift. The longer she uses me, the more wet she becomes. She's hot and slippery, plush and puffy. My own arousal grows and mingles with hers, my body desperate to aid her and keep her attention where it is. To have her chase down her release and further soften and relax her for what's to come.

My girl's kiss grows hungry. Her breath turns into short, quick pants. Her pulse increases. Tearing away from my mouth, her head dives back into the pillow, neck long as her mouth parts on a breathy mewl.

Moving with her, I lower my head to run my tongue along the stretched column of her throat. Finding the sweet slope of her neck, I seal my mouth around the spot and bite, making her cry out my name as she grips the back of my head and holds me in place. Soothing the sore with my tongue, I turn to sucking at her skin, bidding her rushing blood to rise to the surface and mark her.

"More…" she whimpers, nails digging into my hips as she tries to leverage herself further. "I need more."

Coming off with a quick nip, I look down at her sweet face. The tiny beads of sweat have returned, rolling back into her pretty hair. Her brow is pinched in frustrated concentration, cheeks warm with color and kiss-stung lips parted. Tracing her lower one with my finger, I warn, "Hold on," rolling to flip us the moment I feel her muscles lock around my body.

With a quick squeal she's in place on top of me, hands slamming down on to my chest to keep balance. Grabbing her hips, I lift her up to prop myself against the headboard, lowering her back down with a slow caress over my cock.

"Stop teasing," she pants, her words delayed as I'm already letting her go and turning my attention to her breasts. Engulfing both with my hands, I keep my eyes trained on her as I knead her flesh. Then as she starts to rock and grind along my length, I bring my mouth to her erect nipple, flicking it with my tongue before sealing my mouth on her and sucking at her puckered areola as I pinch and pull on the other, providing her the echo of pleasurable pain she craves.

Head falling back, hair long and brushing my thighs, she shouts, "Fuuuck!" her hands coming around to hold onto my legs as she begins to give short, upward thrusts that finish on a bounce.

"Remington?"

"Yeah, baby girl?" I ask around her breast. It's there in her hooded eyes; she's ready to come. Teetering on the edge, her movements growing faster and losing rhythm. Releasing her, I bring my hands down to her hips and help her keep her pace, asking, "What do you need, Scar?"

"You," she huffs through her rising exertion.

"You have me."

Lips pursing as she agitatedly adjusts to bring her hands to my abdomen, her face smoothing back out into waiting bliss as she reconnects with her pending release, she asks, "Are you ready? Do you still want to do this?"

Chuckling, I assure her, "Yeah, I still want to do this."

"Okay," she pants, nails sinking into me and making me hiss as she cries out, her thighs tightening around mine. "Oh God, yes!"

Ordinarily when Scar comes like this, she collapses onto my chest trying to catch her breath as her pussy continues to ride out her orgasm until she's ready to go again. The motive behind her question about if I was ready and still wanted to have sex with her, however, becomes startlingly clear as her hand takes my cock and notches it into her convulsing cunt, gravity beginning to work as she starts to sink down.

"Shiiit…" I rush out, shooting up from my reclined position. Using my grip on her hips, I dimple her skin as I keep her in place, my breath stuttered and my neck beginning to sweat as I bite back the sudden urge to come inside her. Releasing one hand, I cradle the back of her head and crash my lips on hers, feeding her my strangled groan as I feel the tail end of her body's inner contractions. Trying to control my breathing, I say, "Scar, baby, just because my refractory period hasn't caught up with my age doesn't mean I want to come the moment I feel your tight little pussy wrap around my cock." Kissing her cheek, temple, and brow, I further reason, "Also, I don't want to hurt you. I've never been with a virgin before, and I'd rather err on the side of caution and go too slow with you than headlessly charge ahead and cause you pain."

"I think I know my own body," she tartly replies, trying to wiggle further down. "And while they're smaller than you and not as thick, I have used penetrative toys before; you've watched me."

"I know, but this would make me feel a lot more comfortable, Scar."

Nodding her head, she relents, "Okay, that's fair," lifting back up and coming to rest in my lap. "Then can we do you on top? It's what I would picture when alone."

"Yeah," I murmur, kissing the corner of her mouth. "Anything you want."

Twisting her under me, I brush back her hair as I sink into place and ask, "Better?"

"Much," she smiles, legs widening around me.

"Good."

Hooking my arm under one of her legs, I spread her out further for me until her pussy is on display. "So pretty," I quietly hum, taking myself in hand. Then getting my head, still wet from her orgasm, notched back in her opening, I look up at her and ask, "Are you sure, Scarlet?"

She cups my face, my head instinctively turning into the affection, my lips kissing the heel of her hand as she nods, "Positive. I'm all yours. You just have to take me."

Kissing the center of her chest, I can't help but be transfixed by the sight of myself sinking into her. It's slow and steady, her pussy tight but welcoming as she breathes deeply. I've only just begun and stars are already exploding behind my eyes. The emotion between us, the promise of beginning forever with her here tonight, as she wears my ring and I take her for the first time, it all hits so much deeper than I thought possible. It's intense and powerful and already blowing every other experience out of the water, erasing everything that ever came before her.

Pushing in deeper, her body tenses just a fraction as she hisses, "Oh, okay, yeah."

"Do I need to stop?" I ask, hips already still and my eyes snapping up to hers as I begin to catalog every minute twitch and reaction on her face.

Letting out a slow exhale, she shakes her head, her throat working to swallow as she winces, "No. Just uh… it's a bit tighter than I thought it would be. A bit more… full." Wrapping her other leg around my hip and hooking her arms under mine, she kisses my throat and quietly encourages, "I'm good though; keep going, please," giving a short wiggle to further drive her point home though her hold on me doesn't relax. "But slow—definitely slow."

Lightly kissing the corner of her brow, I murmur, "I've got you, baby," methodically and deliberately sinking more of myself into her, her plush walls deliciously tight as they stretch for me. Sucking in a breath, I'm overcome with the want to thrust the rest of the way in, her body like a slick vice around my dick. Looking back down at where we're joined, I praise, "Your pussy looks so pretty taking my cock."

With my murmured words of praise and encouragement, she relaxes further, breathes easier, until her earlier pliant state returns. Reaching up for me, she twirls her fingers through the short ends of my hair at the back of my head, whispering, "I love you, Remington," against my lips.

As I go to return her overture, her tongue slips into my mouth and her hips lift up, quickly drawing the last of my cock inside her, her sharp cry bitter on my lips despite the exquisite feeling of being completely sheathed inside her. In an attempt to divert her attention from the final stretch and stinging ache, I knead the muscles of her leg, coaxing their stiffness to relax, working my lips over hers and dragging open mouthed kisses along every part of her. Just as fast as her discomfort came, it begins to recede, her face relaxing, eyes opening and searching me out, prying fingers releasing me.

"I realized slow was only going to draw it out longer," she shyly smiles, tentatively lifting and tilting her hips. "Oh, right there," she purrs, repeating the action. "Mmm… Remi, please, move."

Groaning as she repeats the movement—her walls clenching around my dick then releasing as she rubs her clit on my pelvis—I kiss her neck and say, "Slow and steady, baby." Then I begin to roll, thrust, and swivel my hips, cataloging her every sound and reaction for what's bringing her the most pleasure. "Remember, some things should be treated softly and delicately. Not rushed through."

"Oh my God," she moans as I take care to drag along her clit. "I knew… oh yes… I knew you weren't… right there… weren't talking about cupcakes—mmm, yes!"

"Two things can be true at the same time, Scar," I groan, bringing the leg draped over my arm back up towards her chest in order to push just a bit deeper, the slick heat of her pussy along my bare cock testing my restraint.

Tightening the leg around my waist, her heel digging into the top of my ass as she lifts her hips to meet my next thrust, she pleads, "More," tongue and teeth trailing up my neck before sealing around my pulse and biting.

"Ugh, fuuuck, baby," I moan, picking up my pace, her sounds growing in volume and quantity as she eggs me on with nails scratching down my back, lips kissing and sucking on every inch of skin within her reach, pussy squeezing and releasing around me.

Hunching down, I chase a rivulet of sweat as it rolls down her neck with my tongue, murmuring, "I love you, Scarlet."

Fingers in my hair, her grip making me hiss and chuckle as I follow her edict to look at her—blue, expressive eyes shining with dilated love, lust, and adoration—she sweetly returns, "I love you too, Remington," before pulling just a bit more as she roughly meets my next thrust and all but growling at me, "Now stop holding back and fuck me like you want to put your baby in me and won't let me leave your bed until I'm knocked up."

"Fuck," I swear, crashing my lips to hers in a harsh, bruising kiss. "I don't know what I've done to deserve you, but I'm fuckin' keepin' you forever." Then grabbing the leg that's wrapped around my waist, I push it back to her chest so she's completely open and spread out beneath me, driving my cock down into her, the harder, faster rhythm clapping the headboard against the wall.

"So desperate for Daddy's cum," I purr, her whimpering moan further drawing words out of me. "That's what you want, isn't it, Scar? You want me to fuck this little pussy until you're full of my seed, until it leaks down your thighs and I have to push it back in where it belongs." Feeling her contract around me, the fluttering of her walls increasing, I coo, "Yeah, you like that don't you, baby? Wearing my ring and taking my name isn't gonna be enough for you is it?"

"No," she cries, the sound loud and desperate as her small hand slips between us, creeping down towards her thighs.

"Such a good girl for me, already reaching for your little clit." As she starts to vibrate her fingers over herself, I continue, "That's right, baby, play with yourself. Make that pussy soak my cock and steal my cum like the greedy, demanding little thing you are. Make Daddy come, so I can push my seed so deep inside you, so I claim you from the inside out."

"Oh fuck, Remi, I'm close! Please, do it!"

Sweat dripping down my back, my abdomen slick and gliding along her chest, I kiss her forehead and, voice hoarse with desperate will for our fantasy, whisper, "Is that what you want? You want me to give you a baby? Make it so everyone knows where I've been, what I've been doing to you, who owns and possesses this pussy, whose cock you beg for each and every day?"

Stretching and looking as far up as she can so her gaze meets mine where I've been staring down at her, watching her come undone, she breathes without hesitation, "Yes," her cunt growing more and more wet as the time between her excited contractions grows shorter.

Releasing her leg, I move my hand down her stomach and spread my fingers out so I engulf her lower belly, her eyes tracking my every movement. Applying a bit of pressure, we both grunt and hiss as I contract the space inside her, further molding her pussy to my dick.

Caressing my thumb along the top of her soft, plush mound, my words turn reverent as I say, "You're gonna look so pretty growing my baby. This flat stomach of yours round and stretching with life. Your pert little breasts heavy, nipples dark and leaking milk for my tongue to lap up."

"Fuck Remington, YES!" she screams, her leg fighting my arm, the other already hooked around me and constricting as her body grows taut, lips parted and brow pinched.

Inside, her pussy clamps down on me, wringing and milking until I'm rutting into her, lost to the earth-shattering sensation of her orgasm as it pulls mine from me. Heat racing down my back, balls drawing up in my sac, my breath short and hot as it fans over her skin until I erupt. My cum paints her walls in thick, stuttered ropes, each sputtered release prompting her nails to dig even deeper as she claws in search of purchase. The leg of hers I still hold fruitlessly tries to close around me to keep me at home inside her wet warmth, her cries melodic as she sobs my name and begs for more.

It feels endless, her twitching and mine, the cresting waves of release continuing to lap against us, as we turn limp. Slowly releasing her leg, Scarlet's quick to wrap it back around me. She's sweet and endearing as she mumbles, "Stay," arms closing around me as well, her kisses soft and light.

Sweeping her frizzy, knotted hair back from her bright, sweaty face, I smile, "Hold on, baby," quickly rolling us so I'm under her before my softening cock can slip free.

"Mmm…" she hums, nuzzling her head under my chin.

Things are gentle and quiet as we catch our breath, our racing pulses beginning to taper off. Every touch is lazy and delicate, each one serving as a point of connection, an anchor to reality as a euphoric, dreamy haze settles around us.

Turning to glance up at me, Scarlet looks radiant, if debauched, and more than a little sleepy as she whispers, "Thank you; this was perfect, the whole night."

"You deserve nothing less, baby girl," I murmur, smoothing my hand over her hair and guiding her back to fit against me.

It's as her breathing becomes more and more steady, my own evening out as my eyes grow heavy, that I glance at the clock and groan, beginning to pat her bare and slightly chilled behind.

"Up, up."

Grumbling, she snuggles further into me, turning her face in the opposite direction.

"Come on, you can come right back—and with a blanket this time—but I need to get up."

"Fine," she sassily draws out before gracelessly rolling off of me and cuddling one of the pillows to her chest.

Kissing her shoulder, I get out of bed and head for the bathroom. Tossing two hand towels into the sink, I turn the water on so it warms and soaks the terrycloth. Then going over to the vanity I once rolled my eyes at being installed, I start to dig through her things, shuffling her makeup, perfumes, and whatever else around while opening drawers until I find the palm sized little case decorated with a vinyl sticker that says, "Strike ‘em out, baby." Popping it open, I verify that she hasn't taken today's pill yet and snap it closed.

With it in my hand, I go back to the running sink and take out one of the towels to clean up my dick. Deeming it good enough for the night, I toss it in the other sink and after wringing out the second, bring it back into the bedroom with me.

Kneeling on the bed, I soothe my hand over Scar's side before patting her hip, gently coaxing, "Open up for me, baby girl," smothering my laugh when she rolls over and gracelessly flops her legs open.

"Need sleep," she groans, her morning zombie-like personality rearing its cute and grumpy head. "Sex exhausting."

Wiping the towel up her legs and gently through her lips, I cup it to her flesh, as I chuckle, "I'll take that as a compliment," one of her eyes peeking open to glare at me. Taking advantage, I hold her birth control up and say, "Come on, you're already a few hours late."

"Ugh, I hate you," she groans, finally rousing up to sitting. Snatching the pack from me, she yanks it open and pops the pill out before tossing the case onto the nightstand as if it's offended her.

Handing her the tumbler of water, I shrug, "No you don't, and you really won't when you don't get pregnant; now swallow." Giving me a glimpse at her rare bratty side, she does as I say but not without opening her mouth and lifting her tongue as proof once she's done.

"Be petulant all you want," I tell her. "I won't be the reason you lose your dreams or have to defer them. You still have a whole semester of clinicals left to complete in the spring and after that, a career to start and a name to establish. You're only twenty-one, and I want to be sure you get everything out of life that you possibly can before we bring another one into it."

Scooting over so she's only slightly less in the middle of our bed, Scarlet slips under the duvet and sheets, holding them open for me. Coming in beside her, my arm sliding under her pillow as she comes to nuzzle against my chest, she quietly asks, "You do want children though, right? That wasn't all just play?"

"Well," I start, wrapping my other arm around her. "The Hendersons' house—our house—has seven bedrooms not including the main master suite. If you're up for it, I would want to fill at least four of those with our babies. Maybe six. Whether you give me those babies or we grow our family through other means, I don't care. I just want you as the mother of my children, the epicenter of our family. The rest we can figure out when we're ready." Feeling her fingers wrap around my dick and beginning to work my partial erection from having her in my arms, skin to skin, to full attention, I add, "Until then, we can practice. A lot," hooking her leg over mine and sliding my thigh between hers.

Reaching over her to her nightstand, I open the drawer and grab the first toy bag I can reach. Coming back, I pull the drawstring with my teeth and shake out its contents, smiling when my glittery, pink friend falls free.

Turning it on, her eyes already glazing over—her body's quick response to seeing her toy practically Pavlovian as the quiet vibrations penetrate the air—I slip it between us, grazing her clit with the rotating head as I coax, "Be a good girl for Daddy and come so your pussy's all nice and wet for my cock," my phallic friend working it's magic on her so I'm easily able to slide inside her hot, still twitching cunt within a handful of minutes, getting to fuck and love her all over again.