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Sliding my hands beneath her thighs, I pull her to the edge of the counter between my knees and lower my mouth to hers. The kiss deepens at once.

Her arms circle my neck, and she melts against me with a soft sigh. I reach for the hem of her shirt, sliding the material up over her ribs. She lifts her arms, allowing me to pull it free, leaving her in just a pair of leggings. I hook my fingers into the waistband and slide both her leggings and panties down her legs before pulling them free. Her sweet, musky scent cuts through the steam.

She looks up at me through her lashes, biting her lower lip. “You got me all the way in here. Now what?”

A low groan leaves me. I thread my fingers into her hair and tip her head back before claiming her mouth again. I kiss her deeply, taking my time as though I can somehow memorize this moment. She tastes like home, and I realize with startling clarity that she has for a long time.

She kisses me back with equal intensity, her arms tightening around my neck as she presses closer. The response draws another groan from me. Tonight, every touch feels different. More precious. More profound.

I lift her into my arms and carry her into the shower. Warm water rains down over us as I pull her against me beneath the spray. There are lingering kisses, quiet laughter, and tender touches while steam curls through the room around us. For a little while, the rest of the world disappears, leaving only the two of us and the future we have just discovered.

I reach for the bottle of body wash and squeeze some into my hand. The fresh citrus scent mingles with the steam surrounding us as I work the soap into a thick lather. Placing my soapy hands on her shoulders, I let my palms glide down over her collarbone before sliding down to her breasts.

Her skin is smooth beneath my hands as I wash her, my attention fixed entirely on her. She draws in a sharp breath, and I lift my gaze to her face. Her cheeks are pink from the heat of the shower, her hair damp and curling around her shoulders. The sight of her standing here with me, carrying our child, nearly undoes me. I cup her breasts, massaging them, dragging my thumbs over her pebbled nipples.

She sucks in a breath. I continue rolling the sensitive buds between my thumb and forefinger, memorizing every small sound and movement. The soap leaves her skin slick beneath my hands, allowing me to tug and pull without dragging. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, droplets of water clinging to her lashes. She arches into my touch, pushing her breasts further into my hands, silently demanding more. I give it to her, holding her firmly, loving the way she responds to me so completely.

“Alexei,” she breathes out, her voice a whisper over the spray.

Keeping one hand on her breast, I continue teasing the nipple with a relentless circular motion, while I slide the other down her stomach. The soap creates a slick path over her navel, down her belly until I reach her core. Her legs part instinctively, giving me access. I run my finger through her folds before finding her clit.

Pressing the pads of my fingers against it, I rub in slow, deliberate circles. I tease her, barely touching the sensitive bundle of nerves, just ghosting over it, making her hips jerk forward searching for pressure. She grinds against my hand, chasing the sensation, her breathing coming in ragged pants.

I pull back long enough to rinse the soap from her skin before dropping to my knees before her. I press my lips against her stomach, kissing the smooth skin where our child grows. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. I dip my tongue inside the shallow dip of her navel, swirling it around, and I feel her abdominal muscles tremble beneath my lips. She’s looking down at me, lips parted, eyes dark and dilated, begging me without speaking a word.

I slide one hand down her leg, take hold of her calf, and drape it over my shoulder. Gripping her hips, I dig my fingers into the soft flesh of her waist, holding her steady. Her clit is swollen, peeking out from under its hood, desperate for attention. I lean forward, closing the distance, and exhale a long, hot breath directly against her clit. I pause for just a second, savoring the anticipation, letting her feel the heat of my mouth without touching her yet. Her whole body jerks, a whimper tearing from her throat.

“Please…Alexei.”

Then I dive in. Flattening my tongue, I drag it roughly up her slit all the way to her clit in one long, slow stroke. She cries out, her knees buckling, but my grip on her hips holds her up. I savor her sweetness. I do it again, slower this time, pressing the flat of my tongue harder against her entrance to collect every drop of her sweetness before sliding up to flick the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“My God!” she gasps, her voice echoing off the tiled walls.

I wrap my lips around her clit, sucking it gently into my mouth, and graze it with my teeth. Her hips buck violently, grinding her pussy against my face. I growl low in my throat, the vibration traveling straight into her core. I release her clit and plunge my tongue inside her tight hole, fucking her with it as deep as I can go.

“Don't stop,” she murmurs, her fingers burying themselves in my wet hair, pulling me impossibly closer.

Alternating between thrusting my tongue deep inside her and flicking rapid, light circles around her clit I devour her like a starving man. The water from the shower is pouring down my back, drowning out the wet, sloppy sounds of my mouth on her pussy, but I can feel every tremor that runs through her body. Her thighs are shaking against my ears, her muscles clenching around my tongue.

I grip her ass cheeks, spreading her wider, and redouble my efforts. I focus on her clit now, sucking it hard and fast, establishing a rhythm that matches the pounding of the water against my back. I slide one hand around and slip two fingers into her pussy, tilting them upward to find the spot that makes her eyes roll back while I continue to torture her clit with my tongue.

The dual sensation is too much. Her back arches, her head thrown back against the wet tiles. “Yes, Alexei…don’t stop.”

“Mine,” I growl against her pussy, not letting up for a second. “Come for me, kotyónok.”

I suck her clit hard and pump my fingers faster, rubbing that rough spot inside her. Her entire body goes rigid, her thighs clamping tight around my head. She cries out, a raw, guttural sound that bounces off the walls, and then she's coming undone against my mouth. Her pussy spasms around my fingers, pulsing rhythmically, and a gush of juices coats my hand and chin. I keep licking and sucking, drawing out every wave of her orgasm, until her legs finally give out.

Standing up, I catch her as she slides down, holding her trembling body against mine, the water washing over us both. I capture her mouth in a deep, searing kiss. My tongue sweeps inside, tasting her, claiming her.

Maggie opens her eyes, and there’s a dark, hungry look in them. She grabs the soap and lathers up her own hands, the foam white and thick between her fingers. She reaches for me, her hands finding my chest first. She runs them over my pecs, tracing the definition of the muscles, sliding them down to my abs, her nails scraping lightly against the skin, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my cock.

She takes her time, exploring the ridges of my stomach, feeling the tension in my muscles as I flex under her touch. Then her hand drops lower, wrapping around my cock. My breath catches in my throat. Her grip is firm, slick, and tight. She begins stroking me, her hand gliding effortlessly up and down the shaft. She twists her wrist on the upstroke, her thumb smearing soap over the head.

I groan, my head falling back, letting the water spray directly into my face. It feels fucking incredible. She squeezes the shaft, pumping me with a steady motion, her other hand coming up to cup my balls, rolling them in her palm, soaping them up, and massaging the heavy sack. I look down to see her hand working my shaft, the white foam coating my length, making it look even thicker and harder. She knows exactly what she’s doing, varying the pressure and making my knees weak.

“Feels so fucking good, krasivaya,” I grunt, my voice rough.

She looks up at me, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She steps closer, pressing her body against mine, trapping my cock between our stomachs. The sensation of her wet, soapy skin sliding against it is overwhelming.