I pulled him even closer to me until he bent his elbows and rested his forearms on either side of my head, angling his wrists so his hands could smooth the hair off of my forehead.

"The only thing that matters to me now is that I'm here with you," I replied softly.

He looked into my eyes while he placed a soft kiss on my lips and slowly pushed himself the rest of the way inside me.

Jeeeeeeesus.

All the air left my lungs and I thanked the wet vagina Gods that there was enough lubrication down there and he didn't have to force his way in. He didn't move and I could tell he was holding his breath. I should be the one holding my breath. He pretty much just stuck a giant red whiffle ball bat into a straw. I felt full and I was completely shocked how I could stretch to fit him. And even more shocked about how good it felt to have him inside me this time. He started breathing again as he slowly pulled back out and just as gently pushed back in.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned as he continued to leisurely move in and out of me. I could tell he was trying to hold back in fear of hurting me. I knew it killed him to think about how he hurt me our first time together, but I was a virgin then, the pain was inevitable. I didn't need him to control himself so rigidly. Not now. I wanted to feel his passion and the force of his need for me. I boldly slid my hands down his back, clutching onto his ass and pushed him deeper inside me.

"More," I moaned against his lips.

He immediately pulled almost all the way out and then pushed back in hard, slapping his pelvis against me. Holding himself perfectly still, he let out a shuddering breath and rested his forehead against mine.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you. I just want you so badly," he whispered.

"I'm not going to break, Carter. Please, don't hold back. I need you."

He pulled his head away from mine so he could look into my eyes and I tried to convey to him as best I could that I was okay. He must have seen the truth. His arm moved from next to my head as he let his hand skim down the side of my body until it got to my thigh. He wrapped his hand around my leg and lifted it up high so my knee rested against the side of his body. He placed another sweet kiss to my lips, pulled his hips back and slid his length out of me. I tightened my leg against his side in anticipation, and then he pushed back all the way inside of me in one swift motion. He went much deeper this time and I pushed my hips forward to meet his thrust. He moaned against my lips and I swallowed the sound with my mouth, kissing him with everything I had in me. My hands still clutched his ass and I pushed harder against him so he would continue. He didn't hesitate, beginning a rhythm with his movements in and out of me. He kept up a steady pace, slamming into me as deep as he could go until we were both covered in a thin sheen of sweat, gasping and moaning around kisses.

"Fuck, baby, I'm not going to be able to last if I keep this up," he groaned as he tried to slow down his movements.

"Don't stop. I want to feel you," I whispered against his lips.

I couldn't believe those words came out of my mouth but they were true. I wanted to feel him lose control and get pleasure from my body. I needed to know I could do that to him.

He growled and attacked my mouth with a deep, mind blowing kiss as his hips slammed into me at an even faster pace. The bed creaked with each thrust. I dug my nails into his back and wrapped both of my legs around his waist to hold on for the ride. His tongue pushed through my mouth just like his hard length pushed into me and it was so hot I might have had another orgasm if I didn't just think I heard a tiny knock at the bedroom door.

Carter was oblivious so I closed my eyes and hoped our son wasn't outside the door listening and being scarred for life.

Carter pulled his mouth away from my lips and started thrusting erratically. I knew he was close. I really didn't want to stop but I definitely didn't imagine the knock at the door this time.

Shit! Shit! Shit! For the love of God, Gavin, please don't say anything. I want this to be good for Carter and not ruined by a tiny voice saying he had to pee.

I am a horrible mother.

"Oh f**k Claire, oh f**k," Carter groaned.

Oh God, should I shush him? Subtly put my hand over his mouth?

He thrust hard one last time and I felt him pulse inside me with his release.

Oh thank God. I mean, oh darn, is it over already?

"Mommy, I'm thirsty."

Carter laughed in the middle of his release, sliding in and out of me a few more times before he collapsed on top of me. We laid there for a few seconds trying to catch our breaths.

He is never going to want to have sex with me again. Forget about scarring our kid, I just scarred his penis. I just had the best sex ever and I will never get a repeat performance because Carter’s penis just died.

Rest in peace, my friend, rest in peace. Here lies Carter’s penis. Beloved member, hard worker and all around good guy.

"Mommy!" Gavin yelled from out in the hall.

"Just a minute!" I yelled back right next to Carter’s ear.

Carter pushed up and looked at me with a smile.

Here it comes, the penis kiss-off.

"Give me thirty minutes and we're doing this again. Next time though, we're duct taping him to his bed."

18. Baby Daddy

I wasn't gonna lie. Mid-thrust, I swore I heard someone knock on my bedroom door. I couldn't, for the life of me, think of who would be knocking on my bedroom door. Especially at one o'clock in the morning, while my dick was buried in the girl of my dreams. What if it was a serial killer? Frankly, even if one did kick the door down right then, I wasn't stopping. Unless he had a gun. We could quite possibly outrun someone with a knife. A gun, though, we weren't going to get away from that. I might as well die happy and inside of Claire.