Page 66 of Fair Ball

“Keep going. Deeper. Harder.”

“You certainly know what you want, don’t you?” I lift her left leg around my right arm, seating myself fully inside her, the clench of those delicate muscles… I’ve never felt anything better. Then I slowly pull out almost all the way. “You’re direct. I like it.”

And thrust back in.

She clings to me, taking each of my drives with hushed acceptance, but I can’t keep silent.

Because… “God, Millie, fuck. You feel so good.”

She pulls my mouth to hers, more biting than kissing.

“I’m gonna come fast.”

She grips the hair at the nape of my neck.

“Where can I put it?”

She doesn’t answer, busy trying to direct my mouth to her throat, but I’m too close. Too goddamn close. So, I take her face in my hand, her chin trapped between my thumb and index finger, her lips swollen and red, eyes hazy when they finally meet mine. Gritting my teeth, I barely have time to growl out, “Can I come on you?”

She nods and directs her attention to where our bodies meet, and as promised, I pull out—just in time—ropes of my orgasm landing on her torso, inside her belly button and reaching all the way up between her breasts.

She grimaces. “That’s kinda gross.”

“I asked…”

Then she smiles wickedly. “But I kinda like it too.”

“Millie.” Her name is a moan, a plea, a jest. She is all my favorite things wrapped up in a perfect little package. I flop onto my back, eyelids heavy as I gaze at the woman who has me utterly bewitched. “You are very difficult to please. And I mean that as a compliment.”

The divot that had started forming between her brows dissipates, and I reach for her, pulling her toward me so I can kiss her mouth, cheek, and forehead. “You should be difficult. You should never settle for anything less than exactly what you want. Hear me?”

She nods and rests her head on my shoulder as we come down from the high. I play with the ends of her hair, still in their pigtails, enjoying the postcoital bliss.

But, of course, that’s not her style. “Do you want kids?”

My mind startles awake from the slumber it had been drifting into. “Hm?”

“Do you want children?” She pushes herself up onto her elbow to stare down at me, the tips of her fingers playing with my come on her skin. When she cringes, I roll over to snag the tissue box on the nightstand.

“I thought I wanted kids, yeah.”

She uses two tissues to clean herself up. “What do you mean, you thought?”

“I mean… I thought I wanted kids.”

She shakes her head infinitesimally, waiting for me. I don’t want to give her more.

But she waits.

I do too.

“Saying you thought you wanted kids makes me believe you wanted them at some point in the past, but then something happened and now you don’t.”

“Yep.” I take the tissues from her and toss them in the trash can before standing to find my underwear.

She is in no rush to dress and kneels in the middle of my bed. “What happened? What made you change your mind?”

“Just…” I let the elastic of my Under Armour jocks slap my skin. “Changed my mind.”