The sheets clung to her body. The fragrance of crushed rose petals and the musk of sex surrounded her. Marcy woke up slowly, drenched with sweat. His body heat scorched her back, and his hot breath tickled her neck.She never minded the heat, so long as they were generating it together. “Sam?”“Huh?” His sleepy rumble reminded her he’d been out late, delivering somebody’s baby.He was home now. Home and hard, she realized, her pussy twitching in time with the insistent prodding of his big cock between her legs. God, how she loved him! “Boy or girl?”“Girl. Shall we make one for ourselves?” He slid his hand along her damp skin, each long finger branding the pathway over her breasts, splaying possessively over her belly before he moved lower and cupped her mound.“Let’s.” She wanted his baby, had wanted it ever since they were hardly more than kids themselves. Now that they’d finally settled down in their jobs and bought a home, it was time. “I’ll toss out my pills first thing in the morning.”“Good.”
