“There will never be another woman for me, Anya. I belong to you. I don’t give a fuck if we make a baby or not. I just want you.”
He eased out of her ass so that only the tip was inside her. Xavier watched his cock sink inside her, her ass opening up to take what he had to give.
“How does it feel?”
“So good. So wrong!”
He chuckled, biting her neck.
Keeping his strokes slow, he took his time fucking her ass, waiting for her to get used to the feel of him. Only when she started to wriggle, and slam up against him did he go a little deeper, push in a little harder.
It wasn’t long before he was gripping her hip, and fucking her ass. He wasn’t hard or rough. He simply claimed her in a way that made her know she belonged to him.
“Fuck, baby, you’re mine. Always will be,” he said, biting her neck, holding her hips steady as he took her.
Sliding one hand between her, he fingered her clit, holding off his own orgasm until she found her own release.
“Please, please, please,” she said.
Anya came, and her ass squeezed him so tightly that it set off his own orgasm. He pumped his cum into her ass, and when it was over, he sprawled on top of her, kissing her shoulder and neck.
“That has to be out of this world,” she said.
“I now own every part of you. There’s nowhere else you can go.”
“I wouldn’t want to go anywhere else. You’re stuck with me. Scared?”
“No. I’m not.”
“You’re a different man from what I thought you would be,” she said.
“What did you think I was?”
“I don’t know. A playboy, cold, calculating. You’re all of those things, but there’s more to you. You’ve got a part of you that is just magical, beautiful, and charming.” She turned her head so that he could see her. “I like that guy.”
“I can’t be those things in the office.”
“I know. I don’t need you to be them. Besides, I wouldn’t want anyone else to know how lucky I am to have met a guy like you.”
He took possession of her lips, knowing there was no one else he ever wanted, not ever.
He was in love with Anya, and he was going to love her for the rest of his life.
Two weeks after purchasing the house, they had Logan officially adopted. Xavier took as much time away from the office as he could. Anya went to the office between school hours, completing his work for him. He didn’t want her to hire anyone else. Another two weeks after they had Logan, their house was available, and they moved in on that weekend. Her parents came to help as much as they could. They looked after Logan while she and Xavier organized movers. They had her mother’s slow-cooked pulled pork for dinner rather than have takeout.
For an entire weekend, they got the house exactly as they wanted, starting with the bedrooms, and bathroom. Time seemed to move quickly but smoothly where life just played out.
Logan came out of his shell, and completely animated their lives. She loved him like he was her own son. He talked constantly about what he loved, which bands he enjoyed listening to. It was fun getting to find out what food he liked as well. He didn’t like broccoli, which was fine, as neither did Xavier.
After a little time, life seemed to slow down, and Anya found herself more and more loving every second of it. There were times before where she’d wish for a day to be over, or a moment to pass. Now she found herself wishing the moments were longer. Family was something she always wanted, but she didn’t realize how much until she finally did have it. She loved Xavier, Logan, and her life.
They had been moved in for a month when she started to vomit every single morning. Her stomach turned at the scent of coffee, and she struggled with certain smells. At first, she thought she had a touch of food poisoning or the flu, not really putting it down to anything else. Only, Xavier and Logan had eaten the same as she had, and they weren’t sick. After she threw up, she’d be fine, and then she’d find herself getting tired throughout the day.
Late Sunday morning when she’d rushed to the toilet Xavier came to her, pulling her hair out of the way. “I think it’s time we took a pregnancy test.”