Rolls of tears began to pour down my face. “Thank you for doing that. And thank you for looking after me these past few months. I wouldn’t have made it without you.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you too damn much.”
“Here’s the paper,” I said and gave it to him. He was all cosied up on my bed, Humbug nestled alongside him, keeping him company. Nothing had happened the night before. Harvey had taken the meds they’d given him, and he fell asleep almost as soon as I tucked him in. “You hungry? You want me to make you some breakfast before I go?”
“Come here,” he whispered and I stepped forward, closer to the edge of the bed.
“I can make you eggs and bacon. Or just some toast?”
His hand reached out and ran up my bare thigh—I hadn’t changed for work yet and was wearing a soft cotton nightie.
He reached around and squeezed my backside. “I’m not hungry for food.”
“Harvey!” I gasped as his hand moved and was now skidding up between my thighs, his thumb gently exploring the thin material of my panties beneath. I moaned and closed my eyes; it’d been an age since I was touched there. “You’re going to make me late,” I whispered.
I shivered all over as he pulled the crotch of my panties to the side, his finger exploring my swelling pussy. “I don’t care. Sadie will understand.”
The tips of his other fingers, the ones peeking out of the cast on his wrist, encouraged me to lean forward to kiss him, and with a sweep of his tongue my lips parted. A low growl sounded out in the back of his throat; our mouths moved, and his finger breached my entrance.
“Harvey,” I moaned against his lips.
“Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me,” he said between kisses, asking for permission.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I want this, and I want you.”
His finger drove into me, my pussy wet and dripping all over his hand.
“Open your legs wider,” he commanded. I did what I was told, and he slid another finger in beside the first. His thumb brushed over my clit, tapping it ever so slightly, working it till I thought my head was going to explode.
“Oh, god.”
“Come for me, baby…”
“Oh god, Harvey, faster!” His movements sped up, his fingers thrusting inside me, and I could feel the spiral begin to unwind. A whole firework display appeared before my eyes, and my legs began to convulse as a thundering orgasm nearly ripped me in two.
With my breath ragged, I was hungry for more. I needed him to see all of me; without him asking, I found the edges of my nightgown and pulled it over my head, the material clinging for a second as it caught on the underside of my heavy breasts before leaving my body.
“I wish I had more hands. You’re stunning,” he said under his breath as he stared openly at my nakedness. “Come here so I can taste you.”
I pulled back the duvet and saw how ready and hard he was for me. He’d been naked beneath the sheets all this time—somehow he’d managed to strip himself, on his own, despite his cast and without me noticing. I grinned at him slyly, got onto the bed and straddled him, his hand in my hair as we kissed. His head dipped to my collarbone, planting kisses all along it, then finally working down to my breasts. He teased a nipple with one hand and licked and nibbled the other. I threw my head back and ground against his cock. I needed him in me…
At my sudden movements, he winced.
“Are you OK?” I breathed. I was about to jump off—I didn’t want to hurt him—but with a clamped hand, he kept me still.
“Don’t you dare leave this bed,” he warned, his tone serious and his eyes blazing with lust.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You couldn’t hurt a fly,” he whispered.
He tugged me back into his arms, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, careful not to put too much pressure on his ribs.
Before I could ask more questions, his hips tilted, and I felt his rigid cock nudge against my apex and slip between my lips to press against my clit. My mouth parted in pleasure when he started grinding against me. My wetness covered his erection; I was ready for him to be inside me. My sensitive nub ached and throbbed from the intense friction, and finally, after I never thought it would happen, Harvey’s cock slid inside me. I rolled my eyes as he spread my pussy wide, torturing me with his shaft as rocked his hips.
I arched my back; my nipples jutted out and begged to feel his mouth on them.
Reading my mind, he brought his head down and captured one of my rosy peaks. Drawing it inside his mouth, his tongue flicked the tip and suckled it softly. A rush of new moans slid free from my lips, causing him to suck even harder.
With hands upon his shoulders, I found myself wanting to be in control of the pace, and using the power from my thighs I started to ride him hard.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he said.
The passion that ignited between us grew stronger. His pace picked up alongside mine, and before long, my body started to shake, an approaching orgasm steaming along like an unstoppable freight train. I cried out in surprise as he manoeuvred me with ease beneath him on the bed, with no thought to his injuries at all. With his cast braced against the mattress near the side of my head, I wrapped my legs around him as he drove his cock into me.
“Harvey…” I cried, burying my face into his neck. “Fuck me, harder. Oh, god. Yes!”
My internal muscles contracted, spasming out of control, and a muffled curse busted free from my mouth. My legs spread even wider for him as I tried to take him in deeper. I felt the welcoming and familiar build-up in the pit of my belly. Harvey picked up the speed and settled into a fast, hard tempo that got me crying out, panting with my mouth open. My chest heaved with the lack of air as my orgasm was ripped out of me. I came so hard that I saw stars. Harvey gripped hold of one of my bouncing tits and roared as he came a second later, his hot come filling me up, making me his forever.
THE END
Epilogue - Harvey
The sound of children’s laughter rang out in the background. Their tiny voices echoed as they played outside, enveloping us as I watched my gorgeous wife set a plate of muffins on the table, then move over to the sink in the kitchen. I couldn’t stop looking at her, even after all these years, more amazed by her and by our amazing daughter with each passing day. They were both flawless. I slipped two strong arms around Sara’s swollen belly, caressing the bump of our soon-to-be baby and nuzzled her neck, my groin rubbing up against her ass.
Our baby, I repeated in my head. Still amazed at the wonder of it all. I’d honestly believed I was infertile, with absolutely no chance of ever becoming a father, a fact that had weighed me down for the majority of my adult life. But here I was, husband to the woman of my dreams, father to a beautiful daughter, and with the help of the advances in science, a miracle baby on the way. I couldn’t ask for anything more.
“Aren’t you supposed to be resting for a bit?” I asked and pressed a kiss to the side of her head.
“I can’t sit down. I get too bored, but especially ‘cause the kids think it’s the best thing in the world to come bounce on the sofa next to me.”
“Well, you have to have a little lie-down soon. You’re eight months pregnant, honey,” I foolishly reminded her, as if she didn’t already know.
“I know, I know. I’ll be good tomorrow. I promise. You can boss me around all you want tomorrow and command me to stay in bed should you wish.”