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I move my hand gently from her heat so that I can press it firmly against her belly and she gasps, her fingers flying up to my hair.
“Are you gonna keep it?” I ask, my eyes on hers.
“I–” She pauses before she can reveal what she wants, and says instead, “It’s not just up to me.”
I suppress a growl.
“It’s your choice,” I grit out, trying to hold it together. “But I want to know if you’re gonna… if we’re gonna–”
“If it was just up to me,” she begins, and my eyes burn into hers. I am very fucking interested to hear the end of this sentence. “I would… I would make you your baby. Our baby.”
Right answer. It’s the right answer. I groan and press my full weight on top of her, slipping my tongue into her mouth and rubbing her until her thighs are struggling around my abs.
She tries to mumble something against my mouth so I pull back, letting her speak.
“If it was just up to you, what would you want me to do?” she asks, her eyes wide and still uncertain, making sure that we’re on the same page.
I press my hand into her belly again and her eyes almost roll into the back of her head.
I lift up slightly so that I can shove my jeans down my legs, only keeping my boxers on so that I can draw out the foreplay for her, and then I start undoing the poppers on the top half of her one-piece. When they’re all unfastened I push the top apart and my breath catches in my throat as I take in what she’s wearing.
She avoids my eyes, flushing crimson.
I practically rip the bottoms off of her, throwing the suit behind me towards the door so that I can get an unobstructed view of Harper laying on her back and wearing nothing but her diamond necklace and that godforsaken red lingerie set that I got my fingers tangled up in all those months ago.
“Finally,” I growl, hovering over her. I keep one hand firmly against her shoulder, pinning her down on her back. “I’ve been waiting to see you wearing this since the dawn of fucking time.”
She chews at her lip, her hands gripping nervously at my shoulders.
“Do you like it?” she asks me shyly.
I push my groin hard against her inner thigh, and she moans in understanding.
Then my eyes are back on her stomach, my mind thrumming with need.
“I did this, didn’t I?” I ask her, rubbing one of my palms firmly over her belly.
Her lashes flutter drowsily and she nods at me, boneless. I slide my other hand beneath her, easily unfastening the clasp of her bra and then pulling it off, exposing her.
I free myself of my boxers and lower myself on top of her.
“You’re gonna make me a baby, aren’t you Harper?” I ask, slipping two digits up the side of her panties and then hooking them tight so that I can drag the lace down her legs.
She doesn’t know how to handle all of the new sensations – the excitement, the fear, the arousal – so all she does is swallow and nod, letting me fully take the lead.
“That’s good, Harper. I want you to make me lots of babies.”
“OhGod,” she whispers, squeezing her eyes shut. I pull her panties from her ankles and I keep them leashed around my fingers.
“I want to marry you before you’re full term,” I tell her, and she writhes beneath me as the full length of my shaft presses hard against her bare heat. “Think you can take a few more diamonds?”
“You’re so annoying,” she moans, breathing hard and digging her nails into me.
“How many babies are you gonna let me put inside of you?” I ask, grasping my fist around the base of my shaft and starting to rub the head up and down over her pussy.
“I – I can’t have this conversation right now,” she chokes out, wrapping her legs tighter around me. “I c-can’t think straight.”
“I want you to do at least four.”
