“I know that,” she says. “It’s just, I’m not on the pill.”
“Okay, and …?” I look at her.
“Well, we’ve had sex a lot, and well, I’m not covered. I don’t know if you know how babies are made, but …” She moves her head back and forth.
“I still don’t understand what you’re trying to say,” I say. She drops her fork and gets up, walking to the fridge.
“I’m saying we’ve had unprotected sex, Ethan. Like, not a oops one time.” She grabs the water bottle and drinks it. “I could get pregnant.” She puts her hands on the counter in front of me.
“Okay.” I shrug my shoulders. “I mean, we are going to have kids anyway.”
“What?” she whispers.
“Sunrise,” I say to her while I chew a piece of toast. “We are going to have kids. We always wanted kids, so if it happens now, it happens.”
“That’s it?” she says, folding her arms. “Just I get pregnant, and that’s it. You’ll be fine with it.”
“Um, yeah,” I say. “Why? Would you not be okay with having my baby?”
She glares at me. “I didn’t say that. I was just saying that maybe we should be careful until I get on birth control.”
“Negative,” I say, shaking my head. “Damage is done. My boys are on the ground running.”
“Did you just talk about your sperm in military form?” she asks, laughing.
“I mean, I’m not going to toot my horn, but my boys are probably already trying to infiltrate,” I say, leaning back and stretching.
“We just got back together,” she says softly, and I get up now and walk over to her. I rip the elastic out of her hair and pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist automatically.
“If I didn’t leave,” I start, walking over and sitting on the couch, and she straddles me. “Would we not be trying?”
“Probably,” she answers honestly, and her hands now lay on my chest. Lifting herself just a bit, she reaches down and pulls my cock out of my boxers. She slowly inches down on it until she’s all the way down. “Missed you,” she says, and I rip her shirt off and see love bites everywhere. My teeth marks are on both tits also. I hold her tits in my hands, squeezing her as she rides me.
She leans back just a bit, putting one hand on my knee while the other hand plays with her clit. It takes her a minute, but soon, she’s panting. My thumbs pinch and roll her nipples, and, fuck, she could come just by me playing with her nipples. I watch her ride me, knowing she’s getting closer and closer.
When she comes on my cock, I give her just a moment to recover before I’m picking her up and throwing her over the couch. Grabbing her by the hips, I fuck her hard. I pull her hair back, and she groans out, “Harder.” She chants over and over again, and I see one hand playing with her clit the whole time and the other trying to hold herself up. “Right there.”
“I’m there,” I say, feeling my balls start to pull up. “I’m there.” I slam into her one last time, and she comes again all over my cock, leaking down my balls. I empty myself into her again, throwing my head back. I slowly fuck her when I’m done coming in her, and then I slip out of her. “Time for a shower.”
“Not together.” She pushes me away. “You go first, and I’ll go after.”
“There is no fun in that.” I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, slapping her ass. “Don’t do that.” I try not to laugh, knowing that it excites her, and she may say no more, but five minutes in the shower, and I know she’ll want me again just as much as I want her.
Sitting on the bed, I’m waiting for her to get ready when she sticks her head out of the closet. “Where are we going again?” she asks, coming out of the closet wearing a gray and white summer dress with spaghetti straps. The dress flows around her calves, and she slips on flip-flops. I’m wearing shorts and a white button-down top with my own flip-flops. She comes to me, and I open my legs as she stands in the middle of them. “You look so handsome.” She leans down and kisses my lips.
“If we don’t go,” I say, getting up and grabbing her by the hand, “we will never leave.”
“If it was up to you,” she tells me, “I’d be naked and chained to the bed.”
“Don’t pretend that you wouldn’t like that.” I wink at her, and she just blushes. We get into the truck to head over to my grandparents’ house and pull up. “I think we should be good,” I say, and she smiles at me.