Within seconds, Nikolai’s clothes sit on the floor with mine, as tangled and messy as he forever makes my heart. As his cock reacts to the undeniable heat teeming between us, he removes my bra and panties before guiding me onto the bed.
Panic floods me when he handles me as if I’m a fragile piece of glass who could shatter at any moment. Although my first thought is my scars, not once in the past twelve months has he treated me delicately, so it can’t be that.
My spine straightens as reality zaps down it. There is only one thing that has changed between this morning and now: he discovered we’re having a baby.
Before I can assure him nothing we did the past twenty-four hours could have harmed our little cherub, Nikolai places a peppering of kisses down my neck, across my torso, and over my rapidly swelling chest. His pace is slower than we’ve gone before, but it is out-of-this-world perfect. His nibs and licks remain the same; his steady pace just awards me more time to appreciate every seamless bite, lick, and suck.
My chest inflates to accommodate my swelling heart when Nikolai places a succession of kisses on the basically non-existent bump in my stomach. He refers to our baby as “his greatest gift” before his attention drops a few inches lower.
I can barely contain my excitement when his heavy-hooded gaze makes the wetness between my legs sizzle. I am bare and exposed, yet I feel more beautiful than I’ve ever felt. The precum pooling at the crest of his cock advises he likes what he sees, much less than admiration in his lowered-with-need gaze.
Scissoring my legs together, I ease the tingling sensation stimulating my pussy. My clit is throbbing so fiercely, I’m confident it won’t take much for me to come. One touch and I’ll be freefalling into pure bliss.
When Nikolai’s eyes rise to mine, the beautiful ruckus sitting low in my gut stirs. His eyes speak words his mouth doesn’t need to verbalize for me to hear. “Now watch me eat the tastiest cunt I’ve ever eaten.”
My back arches off the bed when his tongue spears the folds of my pussy not even two seconds later. He consumes me with the same dedicated sweeps of his tongue, grazes of his teeth, and sweet movements of his lips he used on my chest and stomach, but his pace is slower, less aggressive.
His self-control doesn’t dampen my excitement in the slightest. If anything, it makes me more unhinged. I’m quivering in orgasm only minutes later, its strength stealing the last of the air from my lungs.
The weightlessness of our bodies from the jet taking off adds an excited thrill to my climax, extending it from a mind-hazing orgasm to a body-paralyzing one. I still as excitement rips through my body, equally devastating and exhilarating me.
It is too good, almost too perfect.
The thrill of knowing this is the only time Nikolai will ever let me fall is unconceivably liberating. I broke five years ago, but I’m confident the only time I will shatter from here on out will be when I’m trembling beneath my king.
Nikolai maintains his slow, dedicated pace. His lazy licks and gentle sucks bring me back from hysteria with the same controlled tempo he used to instigate it. He eats me as if I’m a meal fit for a king, like he’ll never crave any woman but me. Only once every muscle-exhausting shudder has been extinguished does he rise to his knees.
“Nikolai,” I murmur half-breathless, half-laughing.
Confirmation of my earlier assumption rings true when he uses his cock as a measuring stick to gauge the distance between my pussy and belly button. He’s panicked out of his mind that sex will harm our baby.
An adorable crinkle pops between his dark brows when his cock extends well past my tiny bump low in my stomach. “Where does the baby sit?” His tone is deadly serious since it’s infested with confusion.
I’m as lost as him, but it doesn’t stop me from saying, “On the right. Somewhere around here.” I point to the very far right of my stomach.
Nikolai’s lips curl into a lusty grin. He knows I’m lying, but he’s pleased I’ll say anything if it guarantees him being inside of me—again.
When my lie fails to immediately grant me my wish, I try another tactic. “Nine months.” Nikolai’s confused eyes drop to mine. “That’s how long pregnancies last. Are you willing to wait nine months before coming again?”
He cocks a brow as his grin picks up. “Why can’t I come? Your hand, mouth, and tight little ass aren’t out of commission until our baby is born. Just your pretty pink cunt.”
His filthy words make my clit throb, but I keep my focus on the task at hand. “If I’m being denied my every desire while pregnant, so the hell are you. This isourbaby, Nikolai, which means we both suffer any consequences associated with him or her.”
“Ahren. . .” His growl is more in warning than lust. “Nothing about our baby will be done in suffering. Just like his mother, he’s a gift. He’ll never be a burden.”
Ignoring his assurance our peanut is a boy, I reply, “A gift who’ll make me miserably depressed if I’m denied having you. We’ve fooled around more the past twelve months than I thought I’d achieve in my lifetime, but I still need more, Nikolai. I need you.”
When he remains quiet, I realize I’m getting through to him. Nikolai is only ever silent when he’s contemplating.
“Please. I assure you it is safe. He’s well protected in there.” I purposely say “he,” hoping his belief our child is a boy will assure him he’ll never come to any harm. “He has his daddy’s blood, meaning he’s already as strong as an ox.”
My lower lip drops to a pout when Nikolai scoots off the bed. With his hooded gaze locked on me, he shoves his feet into the opening of his jeans before yanking them up his thighs. Once he has the zipper pulled up to cover his cropped pubic hairs, he scans the bedding puddled around my feet.
The low hang of his brows doesn’t budge an inch until the dark bed sheet covers my naked frame. Happy all my naughty bits are covered, he throws open the highly varnished door separating the main cabin of the jet and our room. He speaks to his crew in Russian. Although I’m bilingual, I don’t hear a word he is saying. Lust is raging through my body too hard and fast to hear anything except my pulse shrilling in my ears.
I get the gist of his conversation when Dok enters the room a few seconds later. He startles when he notices me splayed on the bed, my post-orgasmic face incapable of hiding my flaming cheeks.
Dok stops glancing at an imaginary dot on the wall when Nikolai asks for the statistics of babies being injured in the womb from “vigorous physical activities.”
