Layne shrieks as I lift her again, setting her on the edge of the desk.
I drop to my knees, pull the scrap of lace out of the way, and fling her leg over my shoulder. "Come fast, baby. I'm about to fuck you hard."
Her delicate pussy is already flushed and growing wet, even before I bury my face between her thighs. She moans, gripping the edge of the desk. She gasps as I work three fingers inside, opening her up as my tongue flutters against her button.
One of those communications books I bought after our first weekend together talked about body language. How to study it, read it, and learn from it. I've made a point of learning how to read Layne at the most important times – like right now, as her hips begin to shift restlessly, fingers tightening in the back of my hair.
My cock strains in my pants as a shiver runs through me. It's a matter of seconds before a subtle tension runs through my wife – thighs tightening around me, lower belly quivering, breasts bouncing with every sharp, ragged inhale. Her cheeks and throat flush as she comes with a shaky cry, moaning my name, along with “please” and “yes” and “ohhhhh!"
I stand, unbuttoning my shirt and dropping my pants as Layne catches her breath. A few weeks after we got together I had this desk raised three inches. Now it's the perfect height for lunchtime.
Her pussy is soaking as I pull her panties to the side again, rubbing the thick mushroom head of my cock against her slit. She grips my shoulder. "Don't tease me."
"What were you going to tell me?"
Her head falls back with a light laugh. It would have been the perfect time to thrust inside. Instead, I stay barely half an inch in. "Tell me now. We promised not to keep secrets."
"I said I’d tell you later."
"Itislater." My eyebrow quirks up as I pull her to the edge of the desk, still barely nudging inside. "How am I going to know how hard to fuck you if I don't know what you're thinking?"
Layne smiles coyly, fluttering her long lashes. "Are you sure you want to know?"
"Yes."
"I'm pregnant."
My breath catches in my throat. My heart stops. My entire body freezes for several seconds. Then I gently ease inside her snug walls, holding her firmly as I kiss her with my entire body.
Layne moans, squirming against me. "Whoa… Did you just get bigger?"
"Probably. I've never been this aroused in my fucking life, baby. Now will you be my good girl and let me fuck you hard?"
"Mmm-hmm,” she murmurs, burying her face in my chest as I grip her ass, pulling our bodies together.
This is the moment I've been waiting for so long. To start a family. To take the next step in our relationship. To see this beautiful woman grow with our child. Maybe it's because I know I'll need to be gentler as the months go by, but I’m insatiable as I ram into her hard and quick, the taste of her arousal still on my breath as I kiss her savagely.
My heart is going up in flames as I thrust deeper, deeper, her silky walls clenching around my length.
"Yes," she moans, grabbing my shoulders as she holds on for dear life.
"You're so wet for me," I groan.
"Good thing. Wow, you've never been this hard. This thick."
"Get used to it, baby. You thought I was ravenous for you before."
My head dips to pull one of her delicious tits into my mouth, my tongue twisting around her nipple as her head falls back with a ragged cry.
We're both panting as I feel her begin to tense again. "Are you going to come for me?" I growl, licking my thumb and placing it on her clit. "Gonna come all over the big cock that got you pregnant with our child?"
"Mmm-hmm. Yeah."
"My sweet baby is having my baby."
My hips surge as I pound deep, my ears drinking in every little mewl and cry. "Feel that, gorgeous? You get me that hard every single day. You drive me wild. You’re magic."
She's past the point of being able to anything but nod as I devour her mouth again, the desk shaking beneath us. The pressure in my lower abdomen and my balls takes over.