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Her eyes fly open with a sparkle of delight. A small smirk of happiness dances across her mouth. And my cock eases in another inch. “And even when you’re so full of my baby that you want to scream, I’ll put you on all fours and slide into you from behind. I’m going to make you take all of me, Bets. Over and over again. Because when you smile at me like that, I have to keep reminding myself that you belong to me.”
Her pussy coats my cock with a fresh dose of nectar, and I bottom out with a groan. Betsy loops her arms around my neck. “Heath? You’re the best dirty talker in the world.”
I snort with laughter at that. Knowing she has zero points of comparison but liking the title, anyway. I kiss her lips fiercely and then slide partially out. Her pussy is so tight the pressure is intense against my cock. Even the parts that can’t feel completely are responding to the pressure. It’s heaven and hell, but most of all, relief. I can make this good for her.
I slide back in, murmuring whatever nonsense pops into my head. The way her head is thrashing on the pillow, I doubt she’s even listening to the actual words. By the time my balls draw up, I can tell she’s on the edge. When I reach between us to finger her hard little clit, she cums with a cry almost instantly. The clench of her pussy on my cock finishes me. We’re both pulsing with energy, Betsy as she milks my cock and me as the pressure valve of the last ten years is released with a vengeance, cum driving into her crevices. It’s not that I haven’t taken the edge off, but it was always with the knowledge that this was out of my reach.
I shudder at the loss of tension. Betsy senses something bigger is happening and holds me close, running her hands gently down my back.
When I can breathe again, I pull out of her as gently as possible and roll us over. “You okay, there, Bets?” I ask softly.
She snuggles into me, as if worried I’m going to pull her away. “Love you, Heath. Of course I’m okay. Better than okay. Are you okay?” She lifts her head to scan my face with concern.
“I’m okay,” I assure her solemnly. Knowing that I haven’t given her the words she has a right to hear but isn’t demanding. I slide out of the bed and reach for my jeans. I fish the ring box out of the pocket and then stand to fetch another from the top drawer of my dresser. Not sure how she missed that in her inspection, but she never brought it up.
“Now Mrs. Ainsley. Seeing as how everything is permanent and official, I have a promise to make to you.”
Betsy sits up in bed, still too new to this level of intimacy not to pull the sheet up around her shoulders. She waits with expectant eyes, her lips caught halfway between anxiety and a smile.
11
Betsy
First off, Heath has an ass so tight I’m dying to beg him to keep his back turned for a few more minutes. But that would make him think I don’t want to see his front, so I bite my tongue. But it’s a really nice ass.
He turns back with a suspicious arch to his eyebrow. I widen my eyes innocently, but the blush probably gives me away. I know it when he smirks and shakes his head in disbelief.
“You’re a beautiful girl with strange taste in men, Bets. But I love you anyway.” He lets the words hang there in the air, waiting for me to pluck them down. Then he tugs my left hand away from the sheet.
“What are you hiding for, baby? I need your hand for a second.”
“Only a second?” I ask dryly while he fiddles with ring boxes. He isn’t proposing, is he? That’s definitely the cart in front of the horse after the barn has burned or something.
“Now, we did this part already, but I think it’s time to share that publicly with the world.” He slides the slim gold band on my ring finger that I vaguely remember. That day in the courthouse, I was numb to just about everything but the steadiness in Heath’s eyes. He’d slipped the rings back in his pocket before we left the building.
“And I know historically, an engagement ring was a promise to stick around for the wedding, so that seems out of order.”
I nod in agreement, plus I don’t want him wasting money on any kind of status symbol.
“But there is a promise I want to make to you, to commit to sticking around for, which I’d be doing anyway, as you aren’t allowed to get over me.”
I shake my head furiously with a smile. “I won’t ever be done with you, Heath.”
“Good,” he says softly, popping the new ring box. “Because I got you this. One diamond for every baby I’m going to put in your belly and a ruby for my love and trust in you to hold my heart.”
I’m giggling and leaking tears as he slides the gorgeous ring on my finger. I stare at it through a sheen of tears and count up six tiny diamonds. Every time I look at it, I’m going to hear Heath’s light drawl promising to plant a baby in me. It’s sweet and sexy and so perfect.
“Did I get it right, Bets?” he asks softly, lifting my chin slightly with his index finger.
“So, so right. You really love me? All the way?”
“All the way, baby.” He leans down to kiss my lips softly. “I think I did from the moment I saw you with your arms wrapped across your front, hugging yourself because there was nobody else to do it. But I wouldn’t let myself believe you needed me for more than that.”
I nod my head frantically. “I do, I really do.”
He chuckles and tugs the sheet away from me completely. “Let’s get you cleaned up and see about dinner.”
“You don’t want to…” I hesitate, wondering if I’m the only one wanting to pull him back inside my body.
