CHAPTER RATED "M" For explicit sex

Chapter 4 of 4 - Progeny

Surprisingly, Alex didn't protest when he bent down to slide his arm behind her knees so he could lift her and carry her into the bedroom. Normally, he knew she'd have some smart-aleck remark about corny romance. He chalked it up to the fact that her knees were still shaking and inside he felt pretty cocky about it.

Before he put her down on the bed, she reached out her arm and he leaned over so she could grab the quilt and sheets to pull them away from the pillows. He lay her crosswise on the bed and decided it was probably time to remove her shoes.

"Bobby?"

"Um hmmm," he hummed from where he sat on the edge of the bed, gripping a bare foot in one hand and running his other gently up and down her calf, enjoying the curve of the muscle.

"How come I'm lying here totally naked and you're sitting there totally dressed?"

He stilled his hands and grinned down at her. "You haven't been doing your job?"

She kicked her foot out of his hand and pushed it against his hip in a weak attempt to get him off the mattress. "Do I have to do everything for you?" she grumbled.

He quickly stretched out on top of her to stop her squirming, pinning her with one thigh draped over her hips and one arm bearing his weight on his elbow but levered across her collar bones. Alex smiled and stilled beneath him. He used his free hand to smooth the hair from her face and caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers.

"You've already done more for me than I'd ever hoped for," he whispered and kissed her quickly before getting up from the bed to strip off his clothes. He toed out of his shoes while pulling his sweater up over his head then started undoing his belt. Looking over at Alex, he froze. She was watching him with a serious and unreadable expression on her face. Please, no. The thought of her having his child had quickly seated itself somewhere near his heart. He didn't think he could bear it if she'd changed her mind.

"Alex, what's wrong?" He stood there, holding the two ends of his belt in his hands while she held his heart in hers.

"Nothing's wrong," she rolled onto her side and he thought her slow smile was just about the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. "I'm just admiring." Alex slid her hand over the sheets and the empty space beside her. He didn't need any more invitation than that. His pants and boxers quickly joined his sweater.

"Wait," Alex whispered as he dropped his last sock on the floor.

Bobby straightened and looked down at her. This time there was no mistaking the hunger in her eyes as their heat slowly caressed him from shoulders to thighs, pausing before trailing back up to his face. "Come here," she breathed.

As he lay down next to her, she raised her arm and draped it over his shoulder. He slid his hand over her ribs and around her waist to the small of her back. Pulling her firmly against him, Bobby buried his face in her hair and groaned at the pleasure of being able to press himself into her warm, soft skin.

Alex wove her hand into his hair and pulled his head away from her, only to pull him back down – this time joining her mouth securely to his. She immediately opened to let his tongue slide over and around hers then along every one of her teeth before plunging back in to do it again.

She whimpered into his mouth and he followed her as she rolled onto her back. Using his thigh to separate hers, he felt her – hot and moist at the juncture of his leg and his hip.

"Now, Bobby … please ..." she begged against his lips. She opened wider for him and he settled himself between her thighs. He paused to look at her face, beautiful with desire, and Bobby again smoothed her hair back to kiss her temple. Alex rocked her hips against him and he smiled at her impatience before reaching down between their bodies. He used his hand to position himself and then slowly pressed forward into tight, wet heat.

She was small for him, or he was big for her, and he wanted to take his time so her body could adjust. But apparently sensing his intent, Alex wrapped one leg around his hips and pulled. Arching up, she buried him to the hilt in one thrust, sheathed so tightly he felt her pulse around him.

Oh dear God, he wasn't going to survive this. And he didn't care. Bobby had never felt anything like Alex's body against his. She made love with total abandonment – meeting his every thrust, scraping her nails across the muscles of his back and nipping love bites along his neck and shoulder to be soothed with her mouth. He slid one hand beneath her hip and knew he'd found a better angle for her when she moaned and started babbling, "Yes … there … oh god … Bobby"

He tried to go slow, wanting it to last for her. But her movement beneath him was becoming frantic and her hand at the base of his spine pressed harder with each thrust. He felt himself tightening and knew he couldn't hold back much longer. Bobby lifted his head and watched her. Alex's eyes were tightly closed and her lips were parted, the most delicious sounds spilling from her throat.

"Come for me Alex," his voice rasped

And her mouth opened into a large "O" as she arched hard against him, her strong legs and powerful orgasm lifting him. Her screams combined with the echoes of his shout as he gave one final thrust and pounded into her, spilling his seed while his body struggled to bury itself even deeper within her.

Winding down from the crest, he continued to slowly pump his hips and Alex rode out the aftershocks as he rocked against her. Beneath the fog of his cooling lust, an image flashed behind his eyes of his semen flowing inside her, sperm meeting their mark and giving her what she asked. If he was lucky, it would take more than once for her to get pregnant.

And if he was really lucky …

"I love you, Bobby," whispered into the air above his shoulder.

Bobby looked into her eyes, searching for uncertainty ... searching for conviction. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," her response was immediate, her voice unwavering.

"I love you too."

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