79-Workout

**Saviera's POV**

"Why are you in such a rush, Sav? Jilly isn't even three months old yet." His eyes are filled with concern. Maybe it's too soon for him.
"I don't know. I don't want to rush you to make more babies if it's too soon for you right now. I should have thought about that; I'm sorry." I want to drop the conversation.
"It's not too soon for me. I'm just worried about you. You're not bothering to give your body time in between pregnancies, and I want to make sure you aren't overwhelming yourself."
"I'm fine, don't worry about me." I'm silently praying he lets it go.
"You're lying to me. Why are you lying?" Now he's getting irritated, and I'm not in the mood for an argument.
"I'm not lying. It just isn't worth making a big deal over it, and it'll happen when it's meant to happen." Okay, I might be lying a little.
"I'm not buying that. I know you, Sav. I can literally see it in your face that you're upset about it. I only want to know what the rush is." He keeps pushing. Snuggle Bug is done eating and back to sleep, so I put him back into his crib, walk past Daveed, and leave the room. If anything is overwhelming me, it's his excessive questions when I told him I'm fine.
Daveed follows me and traps me between his body and the wall, one of his hands being on the wall beside my head. "Lying to me and brushing me off now?"
His face is right in front of mine, and I have no choice but to look into his amber eyes. The same intensity he used to have before I got pregnant is back. He was so gentle with me during my pregnancy that I forgot how dominant he can be when I'm in a mood. Now I want to push his buttons on purpose.
"The conversation was over, so I left the room." I start walking the other way, and he blocks me with his other arm.
"We weren't done talking. You're going to tell me the truth," I feel my pulse speed up, and my knees get weak.
"I don't want to say it," I start to feel my throat tighten, and I try so hard to control the tears threatening to unleash. I'm supposed to be a strong woman, but I've felt nothing but weakness.
"I can't help you if I don't know what is wrong. Talk to me, Saviera." He keeps his dominance because he knows I'll give in every time.
I close my eyes and try to calm my racing heart. "I don't feel beautiful anymore. I hate looking at myself, and if the babies didn't rely on me to eat well, I would probably not eat at all. I can't even enjoy food anymore when I look like this." I open my eyes to see Daveed looking at me like I'm an injured puppy. That's exactly what I didn't want.
"You're absolutely gorgeous, babe. My body changed too. My rock-hard eight-pack has been replaced by a big gut. I haven't worked out in months, and my weight is the heaviest it's ever been by a long shot. You want to get pregnant because pregnancy makes you feel beautiful?" His body changed too, but the dad bod is sexy on him.
"I look pregnant without being pregnant. I don't only want another baby because pregnancy makes me feel beautiful, but because I do want to have more. I would like for our kids to be close in age. Also, your body is sexy. Mine is not. Men can rock your body type, but my body is sad." His eyebrows shoot up when I say the last line.
"Your body is not sad. You carried our child. I'm more turned on by you now than I ever have been before. Look, I can't make you see what I see, which is a MILF by the way, but I can help you get your confidence back. We can start working out together and get back into shape. If we happen to get pregnant again, then that's great too. Let's get our bodies back right together." He seriously just called me a MILF. I like his idea, though. Working out in the meantime might help me feel better about myself.
"Okay. We can work out from now on." I agree.
"Great! We'll start right now." He throws me over his shoulder and smacks my ass really hard, making me yelp. He carries me into a guest room, shuts the door, and plops me onto the bed. In seconds, he's naked, and his weapon is pointing right at me. "Let's work out your throat first."
He roughly kisses me on the lips and grabs a fist full of my hair. I haven't seen this side of him in so long I instantly get soaking wet. He breaks the kiss and replaces his lips with his dick. I take him in as deep as I can and stroke the rest of him with my hand. I use my other hand to cuff his balls and tease his perineum with my middle finger. The sounds he makes encourage me to suck him deeper. I can taste his juice on my tongue, and I moan over him.
He pulls out, takes my large shirt off before putting me on my back, and ripped off my panties. He buries his face between my thighs and vigorously flicks his tongue over my clit while sucking simultaneously. My legs are shaking uncontrollably, and I move my hips as much as he will allow me. As soon as I'm about to release, he stops, walks to the head of the bed, and sits with his back against the headboard.
"Ride me. Get your squats done." I crawl over him and position myself over his hardness before sinking onto him. I start slow, which is what he usually likes, but he grabbed my hips firmly and started pounding into me. "Baby, you feel so good."
He rolls me onto my back, puts my legs on his shoulders, and thrusts back into me, "I'll stretch your legs now that you're all warmed up." Daveed grabs my ankles and opens my legs even wider while he picks up speed. I have to bite down on a pillow to muffle my screams as I cum harder than ever before. He pulls out again and flips me over like I weigh nothing. He pulls my ass up and pushes my face into the pillows, "We'll finish with some yoga."
He's back inside me instantly, but going painfully slow. His fingers rub against my clit rapidly, and my body quakes. I can feel that he's about to cum, and I hear it in his moans. He holds my hips with a strong grip before fucking me hard and fast. He releases, but he doesn't stop.
"I'm not done with you yet." Just as fast as he went soft, he hardened right back up without pulling out. I feel him growing inside me with every movement, each one deeper than the last. "You are perfect, Sav. I could fuck you all day long." He pulls my hair with one hand and puts the other over my throat, squeezing just enough to drive me wild. My second orgasm erupts, leaving me completely spent. Daveed finishes shortly after, and we melt into the mattress together.
"If that double shot doesn't give us a baby, I don't know what will," Daveed says breathlessly.
"I guess we would have to do it again." I run my index finger over his chest. He tilts my head up and kisses me so passionately it makes my toes curl.