Page 88 of Downfall

I reach down to flick her clit, and she detonates, her body convulsing, as I draw out every single pulse and flutter, still massaging her sensitive bundle of nerves with my thumb. I follow suit, pressing my lips to her mouth to muffle my moans as I spill inside her.

I collapse, pulling her to me so we’re both on our sides, and lightly run my fingers down her arm. “I can’t wait to put a baby in you.”

The moment I say it, I freeze, my fingers stilled on her skin. What the fuck was I thinking? It’s too soon to talk about that. We’ve been married for less than a year, and part of that time was spent learning how to be together again.

“What?” Her tone isn’t one of surprise, it’s more curious.

“I—I mean. I was thinking it, and then it just came out.”

I shift my body to give her some space, but she pulls me closer. “Declan.” My eyes snap to hers. They’re so bright and green, and now I see it—the hope in them. “I want that too.”

I instantly feel myself thicken at the thought, forgetting for a second that I’m still inside her until her eyebrows crinkle.

“Did you…are you getting hard again at the thought of impregnating me?” she asks, pushing up to lean on her elbow.

“Maybe.” I sit up too, mirroring her position, but I still don’t make a move to pull out. I know I’m going to eventually have to, but another few seconds can’t hurt. “Does that weird you out?”

“No,” she giggles. “I am surprised by your body’s lack of concern for science, though.”

I laugh, deep and hearty and real. “Baby, science has nothing on you.”

She smiles. “Apparently.”

“Plus I didn’t have sex for the first five years of my twenties. That basically makes me a teenager again.”

“So I’ve noticed,” she teases.

“You fucking love it.” I bend down, about to show her how much when there’s a soft knock at the door followed by hushed words I can barely make out.

“I’m just checking on them. It’s almost ten. Maybe one of them is sick,” a woman’s voice says.

“Kat, no one is sick.” That one is masculine, a little raspy.

“How do you know that, Dave? Skylar, dear, is everything okay?”

Skylar sits up higher, causing me to slip out of her, and I can feel my cum sliding out of her and onto the sheets. “Oh my god,” she whispers, pulling the covers over her head. “Um, yeah Mom, everything is…um…fine.”

“Told you,” the gruff voice says again. “Let’s give them a minute.”

Skylar’s stepfather may still be recovering from transplant surgery, but it hasn’t clouded his judgment. Unlike Skylar’s mom, he knows exactly what just transpired in here.

“What’s going on?” a third voice calls. It’s younger, probably Skylar’s stepbrother, who I haven’t met yet. He was out with his friends when we arrived last night.

“Skylar and Declan have been in there all morning,” her mom explains, a slight edge of exasperation in her tone.

“Oh,” the younger voice says. “Maybe we should give them a minute, Kat.” I smile to myself. Like father, like son.

“Well, breakfast is ready whenever you are. I mean, it’s cold now, but I can warm the pancakes back up, in the oven and the fruit salad… well, that’s already cold.” Her voice continues to grow further and further away as if she’s being pulled in another direction. “If you could give me an estimate as to when you’ll be up?" she calls out.

That’s the last we hear of her before silence fills the room and we’re alone again.

Skylar peeks out from the blanket, burying her head in her hands, as her cheeks flush hot pink. “Oh my God,” she repeats, making me laugh again. She lightly slaps my chest with the back of her hand. “This isn’t funny. My mom, stepdad, and stepbrother were on the other side of the door while your cum was running down my leg.”

“Come on. It’s a little funny.” She rolls her eyes, and I take her hand in mine. “Besides, it was your idea to fuck this morning.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining when I woke you up and climbed on top of you,” she counters.

My smile turns lazy as I rub the back of her hand. “I would never complain about that. Any time of day or night. You know that’s my motto.”