Page 21 of Coming Innocent

She shivers as a single fingertip travels down the side of her body, moves across her hips and thighs, and shifts towards the apex of her thighs.

“Am I going to find you wet for me?”

Unable to speak she hums out an unintelligible noise.

“Fuck, yes you are,” he growls as he strokes his finger through her folds. “Damn, you’re soaked.”

“Austin, please,” she whimpers as she begins to rock herself against his hand, her body unable to control its need for more.

Austin rotates his body slightly and she can hear as each tooth is freed by the slider on his zipper, the tiny clicks awakening her body further. She purrs as his thumb circles around her clit while he steps out of his jeans.

He brushes an opened mouth kiss on her shoulder at the same moment that his engorged cock presses against her opening.

“Yes,” she cries out when his erection fills her completely.

“Hold on, baby. I need it hard,” Austin commands as he slides from her body and then back to the hilt.

“That’s what I want too. Hard and fast. I want all of you.”

“You got it, love.”

She rocks against him, their bodies moving in a synchronized dance. He reaches up and grasps her breast roughly, earning himself a cry from between her lips. His hand stretches up to her neck and jerks her up to a standing position, twisting her head to capture his lips with hers.

The sex is rough, fierce, animalistic. It’s them.

“I’m going to come. Shit,” she roars out against his lips as her body begins to quake under his touch.

Both of his hands grasp her hips as he begins to enter her more forcefully, seeking his own release.

“Fuck,” he shouts as his fingers tighten against her skin.

As his seed spills deep inside her body he leans forward and presses another kiss to her shoulder.

“I guess I owe you a lunch now, beautiful.”

Turning in his arms she smiles coyly.

“How about the jalapeño poppers you mentioned earlier? Those sound really amazing right now.”

“Anything for you. Why don’t you go get cleaned up and I’ll get started on them?”

“I love you, Austin.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

That night Nikki lies in her bed, Austin’s arms wrapped tightly around her abdomen. Her body is spent, the muscles completely relaxed, but her mind whirls with thoughts and visions of the next few hours and days to come.

She glances at her alarm clock once more and concludes her count. Two minutes apart.

“Austin,” she says as she turns and nudges his arm.

“Hm,” he groans.

“It’s time.”

Epilogue

THE THREE TINY BABIES stare up at him from their place on the examination table. The two little girls giggled that innocent laughter that newborns are synonymous for as their fingers try to grasp a handful of his doctor’s coat. Their mom’s standby, each keeping a protective eye on their babies.