It’s the last thing I hear before his face is buried between my legs, his tongue working together with his fingers, lapping up every drop of my desire while I come un-fucking-glued.

I vaguely hear the wanton sounds that can only be coming from me. Screams and wails, and begging. So much begging. I’m an incoherent bundle of nerves, lacking any control over my actions.

“So damn hot.” Lyle yanks the chain while sucking my clit into his mouth and thrusting his skilled fingers inside of me. “Can’t wait to feel you come apart on my cock.”

“Lyle, I—” My head whips side to side, my vision completely out of focus.

“That’s it, Jailbait. Fuck my fingers.”

“Fuck me,” I cry, wanting nothing more than for him to ram his dick inside of me and bring this thing home.

“Not tonight,” he coos. “Tonight, I’m going to make love to my wife.” Those tender words and a delicate rub of his thumb over my clit are what send me spiraling into the abyss.

With his fingers still deep inside me, he climbs up to rest beside me, tangling his tongue with mine while I dig my nails into his back. Just as the last pulses of my orgasm hit, he withdraws and releases the clamps, gently rolling my nipples between his fingers, inciting another blinding explosion.

He holds me silently in his arms while my body relaxes, his fingers softly gliding up and down my forearm.

“Lyle,” I say, swirling a finger through the light dusting of hair beneath his navel while staring out at the dark night.

“Yeah?”

“Have you ever had sex without a condom?” I swear his dick raises the sheet another half inch.

His throat clears, and he pushes the hair back from my forehead, resting his lips against it. “No…”

“Do you want to?” I rub a hand over my little bump. “It’s not like I can get pregnant.”

“You think that’d stop me?” His chuckle is warm and throaty. “I want a whole football team of babies with you.”

“What if we have girls?”

“You trying to say girls can’t play football?” He stares down at me in mock horror. “Rude.”

I ignore his teasing, eager to connect with him on the most intimate level. “I’ve never had sex without one either,” I offer, giggling when he looks at me like I’m stupid, for obvious reasons.

I shrug. “I’m one of the point whatever percent. One of the condoms had to have broken because I’ve never had sex without one, yet here we are.”

“So, we get to experience a first with each other.”

I nod, lowering my hand to grip his erection beneath the sheet. “I want to feel you.”

“Baby,” he says, sliding his hand out from beneath my neck and rolling himself on top of me. “You’ll be feeling me for days.”