Forty One

**Joel's POV**

Holy fuck.

When I issued my challenge, I didn't expect her to go all dominatrix on me, but shit, it was hot. And as much as I wanted to see her sexy body on top of me, I fucking loved the heightened senses that came along with being blindfolded. It was as if she were completely surrounding me, consuming every inch of me with her presence. Not to mention that I could smell her delicious scent on the t-shirt sitting on the bridge of my nose.

I was horny as hell, and I wanted so badly to fill her, but she wanted my submission first. That wasn't an easy thing for me to do. I was the prime example of an Alpha male. I had never surrendered control in the bedroom like this and, even though it felt fucking amazing, my instincts fought it. I wanted to rip off the blindfold, flip her over, and fuck her senseless.

As soon as I asked her to make me behave, I felt the connection of the leather band against my peck. It hurt like hell, but my cries were of pleasure. There was something about her taking what she wanted that drove me crazy. It was the same feeling I got when she licked my nipples. My body was hers to use, and I loved it.

Her fingers wrapped firmly around my other wrist, tying it up in the belt as well and hoisting them above my head. But she had no way to hold me there. Her arms weren't long enough. Just when I thought I'd found a flaw in her plan, she spoke.

"Behave, and I'll fuck you. If you move your hands, I'll get off this bed and take my shower alone." Damn. Cruel. But she knew what would get me to follow her orders. There was no way in hell I'd risk her stopping mid-fuck and leaving me tied on the bed.

God damn. Where was the shy girl I met at the bar? This was one hell of a woman, and I loved her even more than ever.

I wiggled my wrists, settling them for comfort before bringing my focus back to my girl. I couldn't ignore the come trickling onto my stomach, and it was making my cock throb. I wanted her so bad, it was starting to hurt. Thankfully, she didn't leave me waiting long. She lifted her hips and her fingers trailed gently down my torso as she shifted herself down. Shit, it felt incredible. I knew I'd have to fight the urge to come as soon as I was inside her if I wanted to last more than twenty seconds.

But I could picture her watching me, her plump lips slightly parted and her eyes heavy with lust.

"Please, baby. You're killing me." I groaned. I wasn't above begging. Not when it came to her. I felt her hips come to rest just above my dick, and I nearly burst into flames. Then, she grabbed me, her dainty fingers lining me up to her drenched folds. But she didn't insert me right away. No, she ran my tip along her pussy, soaking it in her arousal as she moaned in contentment. It had to have been the sexiest thing she'd ever done, and I was lost, completely at this woman's mercy.

I groaned, the hot liquid trickling down my shaft. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, she pressed herself onto the head, lowering herself onto me at an achingly slow pace. I felt every inch disappear inside of her, and fuck, it was glorious. I clenched my jaw, my hands fisting above my head.

Soft as velvet, tight, warm… Her perfect pussy was enough to bring me to my knees. Added to it were her naughty words.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you." Christ. This was the ultimate payback. She was using all of the same lines I'd used on her and it was fucking hot.

"Fuck me, baby. I want you to ride me. Use my body." I breathed out. She let out a small gasp, her hands coming down to rest on my lower abdomen. She was trying so hard to be aggressive, but she was so damn cute and innocent. Fuck, that innocence.

I was drawn from my musings when I felt the pull of her pussy against my shaft as she raised herself off me. "Shit." I drew out. She was teasing me, but it didn't last long, because in a beat, her hips slammed back onto me with a near brutal force. She cried out alongside me. I couldn't help it. It felt so damn good.

Pretty soon, she had built herself into a rhythm. Up and down, up and down, with the occasional break to gyrate her hips against mine. I didn't know if it was the pregnancy sex-drive I read about, but something was giving her the energy to really go for it. She was an animal, a hungry little tiger, using my cock to bring herself to climax.

"Oh my fucking God, Joel. You feel so good." She rasped, digging her nails into my chest as she leaned forward. I groaned loudly, her words building the fire in my groin. I was so fucking close, but I needed to hold off for her. I wanted her to be satisfied. "F-uck, talk to me. Tell me what you w-want."

Woah. She'd never made a demand like that before. I always knew me being loud and vocal turned her on, but I never expected her to admit it. Damn, it was sexy.

"Rub your clit for me, baby. I want you to come so hard on my cock."

"Yes." I felt her fingers brushing down my happy trail to her pussy, the mental image making it even more unbearable.

"Good girl. Harder. Fuck me harder." I growled when I felt her bounce against me. I couldn't stop it. I had to come. I lifted my hips in sync with hers as her speed increased. "Come… with me…" I panted, and just as I felt her tighten down on my cock, I ripped off the blindfold, sliding my hands from the belt just in time to push her hips down onto me. Her eyes screwed shut, her breathing coming out harsh and broken as she trembled above me in her moment of bliss. She was milking me so good. I tugged her forward, pressing her chest against mine as our orgasms came to an end. Holy shit.

She was so damn beautiful. How did I ever get to be so lucky?

My hand dove into her hair, our chests rising and falling in harmony as we got our bearings again. That was the most passionate sex we'd had so far, and I was tied up. I think it was the trust. We were both vulnerable in the exchange, and it made for perfect loving. I could honestly stay like this forever, holding her to me, my body still connected with hers.

But we had an appointment to see our baby in just an hour, and we couldn't be late. I was excited to meet him.

Once we could both breathe again, I trailed my finger down her spine.

"You're incredible." I praised in sincerity. She giggled, lifting herself from my chest with shaky arms.

"I think you're the incredible one. That was… amazing." Her cheeks flushed at her own words, making me smile.

"You did most of the work." I reminded her, my hands landing on her thighs. "Think you can stand long enough for a shower after that?"

She snorted, swinging her leg back from over me, successfully unsheathing me.

"I don't have much of a choice. I definitely need freshening up, now."

She clambered from the bed, padding quickly to the bathroom to clean herself up. I let out one big stretch before following her lead. My body was still a bit hot and tingly after that hot as hell morning sex, but I needed to get the day started. I crossed to the shower immediately as she washed her hands, setting it to the temperature I knew she liked. It was a little on the cold side for me, but I didn't mind. I liked being able to wash her. She didn't let me do much of that while I was still recovering. She did the washing. Now it was time for me to return the favor. I stepped in, allowing the warmth from the dual showerheads to wash over me, getting me thoroughly wet before she entered behind me. Her hands slid down my back, and I could tell her fingers were tracing along the small inked cage between my shoulder blades.

"Come here, baby." I turned, admiring the way her wavy hair turned flat and slick with the water. It made her look younger, somehow. More her age.

I picked up her light blue loofah, and her body wash, ready to get to work as she spoke.

"Do you want a son or a daughter?" Her question caught me off guard and reminded me that there was someone else joining us, a little person growing inside of her. A smile took over and her lips lifted in response.

"I just want a healthy baby." She snorted, shaking her head.

"That's such a copout answer." I raised my brow.

"It's true."

"I know, but… I mean, haven't you ever thought about it?" Of course I had. I'd daydreamed about our child more times in the past week than I did in all six years I was married to Callie. And with more detail, too. With Callie, a child was more of an obligation I felt that I owed her. And she treated it that way, too. As if a baby was the latest fashion and she just had to have it. But with Jen, our baby was a part of our family, our history, our future.

I'd thought about having a son or a daughter. I'd thought about what we'd name them, if they'd have her eyes and little button nose. I'd thought about if they'd be artistic or analytical, if they'd be social or prefer solitude. I'd thought about it a little more than I was willing to admit.

I lifted my hand and started on her breasts, making sure to be gentle in case they were still sore.

"What do you want to have?" I asked softly. She eyed me in contemplation, as if looking at me would determine her answer.

"I think I want a daughter." I flinched instinctively, making her laugh.

"Really? Why?"

"Because I think you'd make a great daddy to a little girl." I froze my movements, hovering just over her belly. She thinks I'd raise a daughter well? But I would be a terrible example of a man for her.

"I don't know about that. I think she'd find me annoying. Especially if she looked anything like you, cause I wouldn't let her near a guy like me." She rolled her eyes, ignoring her sudsy stomach as she pressed herself against me, her arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

"You sound like my dad. I happen to think finding a man like you would be the best thing to happen to her. You're loving, smart, creative, sexy…" Her eyes trailed down to my chest, where she leaned forward to press her lips to me. I groaned in complaint.

"Don't mention our hypothetical daughter with a sexy man." She laughed into my peck, her shoulders shaking with her amusement.

"Sorry. I got distracted and forgot we were talking about our baby." I chuckled and she sighed. "I guess we should actually get our showering done. Besides, we won't get to know what our little bean is for like another three months."

"Or one." She leaned back, cocking her head. I started washing her again, a little faster this time. "I read that you can get a blood test done at ten weeks. We can know early, if you want." I peeked up, meeting her wide and excited eyes.

"How much research have you done, exactly?" I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, so I turned away, setting down the loofah and grabbing her shampoo.

"Let's get your sexy little ass clean and warm. I want to meet our baby."