Page 58 of Wheels

While he kisses up my body, I catch my breath until his finger finds my slick nub and circles it. As he plays, he sucks on a nipple and the resulting tug goes straight to my core.

“Wes, oh, shit.” As I arch, about to explode, he plunges so deep, I rocket into space.

“Sweet Jesus.” He moves inside me, prolonging my orgasm and as he thickens, I lock my heels behind his back.

My body a five-alarm fire, I bite his shoulder and buck while he thrusts. “Look at me, love.”

Opening my lids, I’m reborn in his heated gaze, and when his eyes roll up, I come again, this time with him.

Sometime later, we float down from orgasma-land, smiling and touching. Before we know it, we’re making love again but this time, slower. After round three, we’re exhausted and call for emergency pizza.

“Babe?” While he sits on the center of the bed, he chews, deep in thought.

Busy biting into my slice, I answer with my mouth full. “Mmm?”

“You want kids some day?” His question surprises me but I take it in stride and try to answer honestly.

“Sure, you?”

“Yeah, about an even dozen.” At his wiseass grin, I recognize he’s joking, and slap his naked thigh.

“How about we start with three?”

“It’s negotiable. And I’m cool bringing them up Catholic as long as I don’t need to go to church.”

“Are you pregnant, Wheels?” I try to look horrified. “I thought you were on the pill.”

Laughing hard, he throws a pillow at me. “I’m being serious, for once. And living here is okay for now, but maybe, once we have a few rugrats., we could think about moving out of the city?”

“Yeah, sure, why?”

“Well, that’s it. According to Glamour magazine, we’ve covered everything.”

He pulls out a fuzzy box. “Marry me, babe. Make me laugh, have my babies. I was going to wait but why? I’m not going to change my mind, and neither will you.”

I swallow hard, pepperoni goes down the wrong hole, and I cough up a lung. Once I can breathe, I put the pizza box on the floor, straddle him, and kiss him senseless.

After we make love, I stare at the gorgeous ring and as I watch it sparkle, my mouth drops open. “What are we going to tell people when they want to know how you asked?”

“No worries. Give it back and we’ll have a do-over.” When he tries to steal my engagement ring, I slap his hand.

“Too late, you’re stuck with me forever.”

“Phew.” His lips find mine and after a long kiss, he props up Dr. Poly Foam, leans in and whispers, “I told you she’d say yes.”

“You do realize she’s not a licensed therapist.” I roll my eyes and after he punches her face back into a pillow, his lips brush over the tip of my nose.

“From now on, you don’t need her. I promise to be your sounding board.” At his sweet sentiment, my eyes water.

Taking him into my arms, we make love until neither of us can move. In my reoccurring dream, the woman has lost her scarlet letter and aged. She lives in a shoe and has so many children, she knows not what to do.

Giggling quietly, I wake, turn over, and snuggle close to the man lying beside me. “I love you.”

When I kiss his warm cheek, half asleep, he smiles and mumbles back. “Love you, too, babe.”

As I fall into a sound, dreamless, guiltfree-sleep, somewhere in fake-shrink heaven, Dr. Downy smiles down on me.

The End