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He walks around with his shoulders hunched, his eyebrows drawn together in a deep scowl like he’s trudging through the snow. It’s a waiting game at this point, but he still finds the time to be busy, putting together teams that are prepared for battle and spending half his waking hours shooting at the range.
He doesn’t even watch the ducks anymore, but that’s actually a relief to me. That means I’m not the only one being neglected, that his cold shoulder isn’t personal.
I’m not pressing him about it because I know he’s already under too much pressure to have a conversation that doesn’t end in an argument. There’s no point in putting more on his plate when he’s already full. It would just make things worse.
Normally, I wouldn’t tolerate this kind of behavior from a man, but Ivan makes me hopeful that it’s temporary. When he’s doing well and not stressed out, he’s the perfect man. Right now, he’s still the perfect man, just… distant.
I crave intimacy because I’m super horny all the time from the pregnancy, but I can’t even bring it up. It’s only been two days since we made our first move against the Red Hitters, and it could be days more before we take the final steps to re-secure Dimitri’s research.
I can wait. I’m patient.
Sort of.
As night draws near and Ivan makes it clear he’s not coming back from the shooting range any time soon, I saunter off to our bathroom and slip into the shower. With the hot water pouring over my shoulders and the smell of Ivan’s bar of soap on the shelf beside me, I’m finally able to relax a bit.
I lean back against the wall, moving my hand between my slippery thighs and touching myself. I’m so wet, and it’s not from the shower. I’ve just been hard to please, so perpetually horny that I don’t blame Ivan for not being able to satisfy me.
I can’t even satisfy myself at this point. Nobody can. All I can hope for is some relief, a brief return to normal before that stir in my belly turns to an uncontrollable need again.
It’s weird to touch myself again, after I’ve let Ivan control every orgasm I’ve had for the past month. It feels wrong, but my need for release overpowers my guilt at not letting Ivan participate this time.
Maybe when things are back to normal.
I close my eyes, imagining his hands on my body. They know how to please me, how to squeeze me the right way and move over my body at the right pace. I can practically feel the callouses on Ivan’s fingers as waves of pleasure start pulsating through me.
I inhale the scent of his soap, picturing his broad chest in the water with me. I love the way the water gets stuck in his chest hair, rolling off onto my hands when I press them against his skin.
I shiver despite how hot it is, ripples of longing running through every cell in my body. I wish he could be here right now, touching me, maybe even kneeling at my feet with his mouth between my legs.
My eyes are squeezed shut so hard that I can’t even tell which direction I’m facing anymore. The water might as well be coming from every side of me, the droplets making no impact on my skin as I lose all feeling on the surface and move deep inside of myself for the incredible sensation of an orgasm.
It begins rolling up my legs, threatening to burst inside of me and send me straight to heaven when I hear a noise from outside the shower. My eyes fly open, and I gasp.
Ivan rolls open the glass shower door, standing there naked and erect. His eyes are glowing with mischief, and his cock is throbbing like it’s furious for keeping all the pleasure to myself.
“Mind if I join?” he asks, stepping into the shower without waiting for an answer.
I open my mouth to apologize, but his lips come crashing down on mine, silencing me before I can speak. His hands wrap around me, and his cock presses into my belly.
He lifts my leg, leaning me against the wall and squatting down a few inches to position his cock. When he thrusts, I climax immediately, creaming down his thick cock as he groans in satisfaction.
“Squeeze it good,” he mumbles, pumping his hips and fucking me as I spasm on him.
I didn’t think it was possible to cum twice without any recovery, but he proves me wrong as another orgasm rips through me. It feels so good that I want to cry, but he holds me close, thrusting inside me like his very existence depends on it.
I’m already so lost in the pleasure that I have no control over myself. If he wasn’t holding me up, I would collapse into a pitiful puddle and be washed down the drain.
I needed this so badly. He doesn’t even understand how relieved I am, even as he holds me up and pounds me into a state of pure gratification.
He leans in, biting my shoulder lightly as he cums inside of me. The water pours over both of us, creating a seal between our bodies and the outside world. We become one, disappearing into our safe little space for the duration of Ivan’s climax, shielded from everything that can hurt us.
And then, he pulls away, giving me a kiss and stepping out without a word.
Was it a dream? No, it felt too real to be. It was perfection in a swirl of chaos, giving me the much needed reminder that Ivan still loves me more than anything else. All the work, all the blood and tears… They’re for us. They’re for our future together.
They’re for the triplets.
I place my hand on my belly and smile.
