He set a steady rhythm, propping himself on one arm as he gazed into his wife's soft brown eyes. He marveled at how she could look so sweet and yet so seductive as she bit her bottom lip. Or at how much it turned him on as her eyes fluttered every time he hit bottom.
Soon her hands were encouraging him to increase his pace. He dropped his head to suckle on one of her stiff nipples, arching his back to get more force into each thrust.
He was once again climbing towards his own end, and from the way she was meeting his thrusts with her hips, gripping his arms and waist, and making soft panting noises, he knew she was close also.
Then she gripped him, stopping him from moving altogether, and spoke. "I want to have a kid, Eldon. Get me pregnant?"
It took a moment for her words to sink in. She wanted to get pregnant? Now? Wasn't there already enough going on in their lives?
