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“But I want your cock.”
He grabs my chin, sending my eyes deep into my skull. “I don’t repeat myself,rodnaya.”
Ravenous kisses decorate my neck as he rolls me to my side. He drags his lips down my body, nestling between my thighs. His hard length comes into view and I instinctively swallow him, groaning with satisfaction when the tip of his cock brushes the back of my throat.
Instinct takes the wheel. Our bodies writhe and collide, hums vibrating the air around us while we race perpetually to the edge of sanity. He’s weaving his tongue into my folds eagerly, the slow teasing rhythm lost to urgency. My breaths shorten, my heart quickens, my muscles contract in quick succession. I lose myself.
And then I burst all over again.
After I succumb to his effort, I slump on my back, vaguely aware of his shifting body. I can hardly keep my eyes open at this point, mouth slack and throat weak from moaning. He nuzzles my throat and tilts my head back with his nose.
“Breathe,rodnaya…That’s it…Good girl…”
“Please,” I gasp. “I want you, Pavel.”
He chuckles lightly while teasing my entrance with his cock.
I arch into him.Finally.
“Wider,” he commands as he slips inside me. I lift my legs, holding the back of my knees even as my muscles strain to obey. “Oh,Lisichka, you’re sowet.”
The whine that escapes my throat surprises me. I’m shocked I can do anything at this point—and even more shocked by how much more I want him to do.
He thrusts hard and then pulls back slowly, drawing tension back into my core. Every nerve ending in my slit is beyond raw, shuddering when he slides against me. Tender flesh screams for relief—whether it’s the end or the little death that lingers just around the corner; it doesn’t matter. I’m completely open to him, limp from his mouth and fingers.
When he touches my chin, I whimper weakly, focusing with strained effort on his eyes. Those frosted green glaciers glisten with affection while he drives between my legs, thighs aching as I force my legs to stay open. I’m hanging on by a thread.
But I’m doing it for him.
His brows pinch together and he burrows deep, stiffening as he bows over me. He comes so hard that he collapses right on top of me, knocking the air out of both of us. Even with his crushing weight, all I feel is euphoria. Glowing embers reside in my center, mixing all those wonderful feelings together. I trail my fingers over his back and nuzzle his ear, listening with satisfaction to the rare sigh of surrender he releases.
That’s when it hits me.
This is what forever feels like.
***
A week later, I’m having a staring match with the white stick I’ve come to love and hate.
And right now, I think I love it.
“It’s positive,” I look at my reflection as the tip of my nose reddens. “Oh my God, I’m pregnant.”
A whirlwind of feelings slams into me then—elation, relief, anxiety, hunger—and sends me marching out of the bathroom. It takes two minutes to locate Pavel on the terrace with Viktoria. She glances up first, greeting me with her usual questioning grin until she spots the stick in my hand.
She sets the teapot down while cursing in Russian. “Krolik, sit down. You’re pale.”
Pavel races to my side. “Is it…?” His face goes blank when he sees the two pink lines. The moment passes, and cool control returns as he whips out his phone. “I’m calling Dr. Atlee right now.”
Time speeds up while simultaneously slowing down. The terrace tilts. Clouds thicken in the sky while cotton expands in my throat. Warm tears prick my eyes while I cling to the stick, unable to let it go.
“I’m pregnant,” I repeat with a cracked voice. “I’m going to be a mother.”
“Yes,” Viktoria agrees while touching my shoulder. “You’re going to be a great mother,krolik.”
I smile weakly. It’s all I can do. And when I catch Pavel glowing with pride from the other side of the table, all I can do is hope that I can live up to her statement.
***
