“This is kind of hot,” she muses.
I smile softly and then take action, ensuring our two hands stay together. “I love you.”
“I love you. Now kiss me,” she demands.
Leaning down and hovering over her, I do just that. I would much rather attempt to get her pregnant another way, but this is probably the next best thing, and considering why we’re in this situation, then I think we’re lucky.
After pulling out of her, she stays put, and I set the things to the side. Lying next to her on my back, I rejoin our hands.
“Rest for half an hour and then I’m completely devouring you to orgasm. Then in a few hours we do this whole thing again.” I place a soft kiss on her shoulder.
She turns her head in my direction. “I think I’m really going to enjoy today.”
“Of course you are. It’s Thanksgiving, and the stars have aligned so that it has to be today we try.”
“Funny that coincidence, huh? My favorite time of year.” She begins to circle her fingers along her womb.
“I have store-bought pumpkin pie in the fridge, ready for me to serve you at your beck and call.”
She runs her fingers along my stubbled chin. “The best kind there is.”
“Are you relaxed?”
“Completely.”
I move to rest on my side and look down upon her. “Would you ever have imagined this before you met me again?”
She reaches up to cup my face. “No, but that makes it even better. A kind of surprise that life threw at us. Both doing it this way and the fact that it’s with you. And if it works then I get to experience pregnancy all over again.”
“For the second time,” I point out.
“Everything is better the second time around when it comes to you.” She’s quick to kiss me, and I can’t argue.