FORTY-ONE
Jade
Five Years Later
Cooper and I arrived at our home in Connecticut after the awards ceremony exhausted. We had spent the whole day preparing to receive the honor for Best Independent News source in the country.
Now that it was all over, I wanted to get back to work. The company Cooper and I had created, enabling people around the world to get their story about corruption in front of audience, had taken off.
He unlocked our beautiful front door to our new home, still not saying anything. After five years, I learned his moods and eccentricities quite well. Boredom lurked behind his sullen face. I was sure of it.
“Whatcha thinking about?” I asked as I walked in first.
“Oh, you know.”
After closing the door and locking it, he turned around. His eyes opened wide as he saw me unbuttoning my blouse. I smiled seductively, ready to start the next phase of our life.
“Let’s make a baby,” I said, watching as he stripped out of his clothes.
“I was thinking earlier today, after this award, our business will take off. We will need to hire more people, delegate some responsibilities…”
“Delegate,” I said, down to only my panties.
“There will be more man power so some of our time will finally be freed up. This is the perfect time…”
“…to start our family,” I said, finishing his sentence.
He stepped forward and pressed his body against mine. After so many years of condoms and other methods to avoid conception, I would finally feel his naked cock inside my pussy.
The thought made my heart beat faster as I slipped off my panties, kicking them across our spotless living room. They landed on the expensive leather couch we had picked out together.
I saw that familiar look in his eyes and on his face. Even after five years, his lust and love for me knew no bounds. We were close but both kept peeling back more layers of each other.
“Let’s begin our next adventure...”
His voice made me shiver. Or maybe it was the central air left on too high. We had enough money to live the rest of our lives without working if we wanted, more than enough to be comfortable.
Our next step, a child, made sense. Would he want more than one? How many did I want? I’d been an only child and always had missed not having a sibling.
All other thoughts vacated my mind as he kissed me, running his hands up and down my body, touching and teasing every spot that drove me wild. We knew each other so well.
I stroked his magnificent cock, unable to believe it had been over seven years since he had first come into my life. His hand moved between my legs, his fingers brushing against my mound.
My moans filled the air as he took me right there on the stairs. Some might not think it romantic or sexy. As Cooper himself would say, “Whatever.” His cock slid inside me without a condom.
Long, hard, slick, it slipped in and out, thrusting harder and faster as I lost myself in the moment. He filled me completely, became a part on me. Somehow, we had rekindled that initial animal lust we’d found.
I thought of having his son or daughter. I thought of growing old with him. Then I forgot how to think at all as he fucked me like a meteor the size of Detroit was coming and there was no tomorrow.
He slowed, staring into my eyes.
“Sore?” I asked, smiling.
“I’m getting so old so quick.”
“We are not getting old. Let’s go upstairs.”
I swayed my ass back and forth then giggled gleefully as he squeezed the left cheek and slapped the other, not hard enough to sting.
“We want to make this a happy baby, not some fifty shades of gray baby,” I said, glancing over my shoulder as I reached the top of the stairs.
He grinned.
“We’re gonna make the happiest, cutest, smartest, and funniest baby ever.”
“Here’s hoping they get the best from both of us.”
I stopped and kissed him, stroking his baby-maker to keep it hard.
Our master bedroom in our Colonial was a welcome sight. We made our way to the bed, stealing kisses as if it were our first night together. The sex was the same, technically, but we were different people.
As we grew closer together with each passing day, our love for each other blossomed. I could not imagine a world without him in it.
He slid his cock into me as I laid on my back with my legs held up by his broad shoulders. The friction sent tingles of pleasure through my body.
The break to come upstairs had somehow heightened my senses. As he fucked me hard, fast, and without protection, I stared into his eyes.
We kept eye contact, both of us breathing heavily. My hard nipples rubbed against his hard body as it moved up and down while he fucked me.
“Coop…”
His eyes closed as he came. I did the same half-a-second later. Our bodies, connected, writhed in pleasure as the orgasms washed over us. He slowed his strokes then stopped.
Still inside me, he bent his head and kissed me on the lips. While I would never know for certain if that was the night we conceived, I had a hunch.
He pulled out then collapsed on the bed next to me. Every major stage of our relationship had contained hot, passionate sex. Would either of us ever grow tired of it?
“You’re thinking too much again,” he said then moaned in contentment.
“Probably. That was so…I mean, we almost never…”
“I know, baby. Amazing. Like the first time. My best time.”
We cuddled on the bed a while before I reached down and grabbed his cock with my fingers. He groaned and turned his head to kiss me. The process started again.
By the end of the year, I had our first child, a girl named Violet Gauge Anderson.
We both loved her more than anything else in the world, and we proved it daily for the rest of our lives. Things didn’t always work out our way, but we stood by each other until the end.