breath in a way that had Travis worried.
He stilled and peppered butterfly kisses over Micah’s cheeks, waiting for his breathing to calm down.
“You’re mine forever.”
Micah didn’t respond, lips parted, eyes closed. Travis searched Micah’s sweaty face. Was he still conscious?
“If I move, you’ll come again,” Travis whispered.
Micah slowly opened his turquoise eyes and stared straight at Travis, pupils blown but perfectly awake.
“Do it.” Lust and mischief sparkled in his gaze, making him look irresistible.
“There you are, my little slut. You’re folded like a parcel underneath me, needy ass up. Half of my dick is shoved in that cum-starved little mouth in your belly, and you still need more? You haven’t gotten enough?”
“No. Move. Fuck it until I pass out.”
“You almost did already.”
“I can take it.”
Smiling, Travis rocked his hips. Micah grunted and mewled with another peak. And another.
“Oh, Travis, love, don’t stop. Don’t you dare!”
Travis placed a hand on Micah’s belly, over the spot where Micah’s womb was clutching Travis’s cock. They still had nine days. Nine more days filled with passion and ecstasy. And then years of love.
Slowly, he kept fucking his husband, his knot pushing on Micah’s gland, the crown of his cock sliding through the tight opening in Micah’s core. Micah keened, his erection jerking between them. His endless orgasm made his hole squeeze Travis’s cock on each thrust, and Travis was close again.
“This time, you’re ripe for me, my needy sweetheart. Your womb’s sucking my dick. It loves me, wants me to stay. Looks like I’ll need to breed you every time we fuck to keep it satisfied. My little nympho, you can’t just take a fucking in your ass and be grateful, huh? You need my dick so deep it pokes at your heart. Next time, I’ll stuff my balls into your ass too, and we’ll see how deep I can go, how hard I can fuck your hungry womb.”
“Stay in there. Stay in me. I love your cock. Oh god, I love your cock. Stay.”
“That’s the thing, Micah. Even after I pull out, I’ll remain inside you.”
“Yes!” Micah groaned and stretched his arms above his head. He was luxuriating, abs rippling, his smooth abdomen bulging with fullness. Travis kept pushing and pulling on Micah’s gut, his glans in the heaven of Micah’s inner channel. Micah’s ass squeezed him tightly, and Travis’s cock jerked again. “I need more. It’s mine,” Micah rasped. “Give it to me!”
His lower body spasmed, clutching Travis’s swollen dick. Travis stared wide-eyed as Micah snarled, baring his teeth, his hips jerking. Micah’s inner muscles clutched on the knot, pulling the orgasm out of Travis with ruthless intensity. Bewildered and aroused to the extreme, his balls drawing up painfully, Travis poured the last of his cum into Micah’s throbbing core.
Completely drained in every way, he fell into Micah’s arms, and the crown of his cock popped out of Micah’s womb. Finally, Micah seemed to moan quieter.
“Love you so much,” he mumbled.
“I love you too.” Travis rained soft kisses all over Micah’s cheek and jaw. “My little monster. You sucked me dry.”
“Feels so good with your cum in there.” Micah smiled sleepily and purred. “I’ll have a nap now. You stay where you are. No pulling out unless I allow it.”
“Whatever you need, dear husband. I’m yours.”
“Mmm. Good.”
Smiling widely, Travis repositioned them so they could relax while joined.
Caressing Micah’s flat belly, Travis imagined it big and rounded.
“You’ll be so beautiful.”
Micah
It was way too hot. Micah woke up sweaty and thirsty. He kicked the covers off and sat up, swung his legs over the edge of the bed, and gulped the rest of the water in the glass on the nightstand. Travis was sound asleep, and Micah didn’t want to disturb him.
Empty glass in hand, he walked through the dark apartment to the kitchen to refill it. The cool air felt heavenly on his skin. He stood by the kitchen counter and sipped more water while he absentmindedly ran his palm down his chest. He shivered, but not from the cold. He felt strange.
The digital clock on the microwave showed four in the morning. Why was he wide awake, even energetic? His palm drifted lower and rested on his abdomen. Was it just his imagination, or was his skin more sensitive? Almost like when he was in heat. He closed his eyes. Don’t get your hopes up, Micah. It had been his mantra for the past two weeks since the heat had ended.
The recovery period had been surprisingly mild and short. He’d shied away