“Well, I also managed to get in to see the perinatologist.” I open the nightstand drawer and pull out a box. “And after a consultation with him, we are cleared to throw all of these away.” I wave the pack of condoms in front of them before offering it to Jonathan to put in the trash.
Now my men are looking a bit stunned, and much more excited.
“It may not be easy, and it may not happen at all, but we’re cleared to try to have a baby!” I tell them.
“It’s okay with the lupus?” Jay asks.
“Actually, the doctor was more concerned about my age than the lupus, and if I get pregnant, I’ll need to continue to work with the high-risk specialist, but he said I was healthy and there was no reason not to give it a try. He did warn that it could be difficult to get pregnant, though.”
“We are willing to try as much as and often as needed,” Corbin says.
“We’ll set up a schedule and work at it around the clock,” Jonathan adds.
“I knew you’d be willing to give it your all,” I say, laughing.
Jay is the first to pull me into an embrace. “This is wonderful news, Christine. You’ll be such a good mother.”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” I say. “I want to be realistic about this. Pregnancy over forty might not happen.”
“I have a good feeling about it,” Jay says. “It was meant to be.”
As I knew they would, my men suggest we get started on the baby-making right away.
“This is exciting,” Brendan says, walking me backward until the backs of my legs hit the bed.
“What is? The idea of having a baby, or having sex without a condom?”
He grins as he tips me back and lies over me on the mattress. “All of it.” His lips briefly taste mine before he pulls back. “Everything with you is so much better than I even thought it would be. I love you so much.”
“I love you, too.”
It’s been a while now since we started using the L word. I was actually the first one to say it to all of them, but they responded enthusiastically, as if they’d been holding back on declaring their deeper feelings. Since then, they tell me they love me often, and even more importantly, they show me through all of their actions.
Brendan slides his hand along the side of my body, over my hip and my thigh and then up my center, cupping my breast through my clothing. “I missed you so much while I was away,” he says. “It was a good thing I had my own tent, because at night I’d dream about you, and then I’d wake up desperate. I had to find relief before I could get on with the day.”
The heavy weight of his erection presses into my leg as my pussy throbs at the thought of Brendan in a tent, deep in the woods, pumping his hard cock in his fist. “Next time, send pictures.”
He grins. “Maybe I will, but for now, I’ll just have to show you.”
He unfastens his pants, revealing the fact that he’s rock hard and ready to go. I slide my hand over the velvety length of him, and circle my thumb around the rim of his cock’s head. “Show me what you were desperate for,” I whisper.
Conveniently, I’m wearing a little dress. It’s not my usual style, but it has its advantages. Brendan pushes up the bottom, finding that I’m not wearing panties. “Oh, Christine,” he groans.
In one smooth motion, he feeds his cock into my ready pussy, and both of us moan at the same time. Hot, bare, hard against soft, no barriers to our pleasure. The condoms never bothered me, but this is something else entirely.
“Oh, Christine.” His words are a sigh now, filled with awe and wonder.
He begins to move in me, slowly like it’s a brand new experience, which in a way, it is. Gradually, he picks up the pace as he reaches between us to find my clit. “I may not last long this time,” he says.
“That’s okay.”
Ever the caring partner, Brendan stills inside me to delay his own release, while he works to move me toward mine. His thumb circles my clit as he bends down to bite at my nipple through the fabric. He nudges my dress and bra aside, baring my breast so that he can suck on me as he starts to press on my clit.
Knowing I’m close, he begins to move in me again, bringing the weight of his body down on me, creating a beautiful friction as he pumps into me, harder, deeper, faster.
“Oh god, I’m coming.” Just as I say it, I feel him start too. The two of us move together, the waves of my orgasm milking his cock as he releases inside me. He fills me and I take it all, grateful and hopeful.
Jonathan takes me next, some of his brother’s seed dripping out of me as he lines up his cock at my entrance.