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I run my hands down her back and cup her ass, scooting her closer so our bodies are pressed together and she can feel the hard length of my cock against her stomach. Her soft moan has me tightening my grip on her perfect ass.
“Still think I’m a big softie,malishka?”
I rock my hips and ghost my lips over hers.
“No,” she whispers. “Definitely not soft.”
Bringing one hand up, I fist her hair, gently tilting her head back, nipping at her full, bottom lip. Her eyes are more green today than blue, vivid and beautiful and filled with so much love and lust.
“I love that I can kiss you anytime I want.” I flick my tongue against her top lip, smiling when she lets out a whimper. “I love that I can taste you and touch you whenever I need to.” My hand moves from her ass. Idrag my fingers slowly up her body, feeling the curve of her hip, the swell of her breast, the dip of her clavicle, before finally cupping her face. I meet her heavy-lidded eyes and caress her skin with my thumb. “I love that you’re mine,malishka.”
“Always,” she whispers, her breath feather-soft against my lips. “I’ll always be yours, Matvey.”
With a groan, I close the small distance, pressing my lips to hers in a hungry kiss that quickly consumes me. She opens for me, running her tongue along mine before sucking me in deep. God, this woman drives me crazy. Her greedy fingers fist my hair as she wraps her legs around me, trying like hell to rock her hips, desperate for some friction on her aching pussy, and all I can think about is how badly I want to take the ache from her and replace it with the kind of pleasure that will make her scream my name and soak her panties. I’m just about to slip a hand in her pants when my phone dings from my back packet.
She gives a soft whimper while I let out a frustrated groan. Excitement quickly replaces it when I realize what the text means right as Alina whispers an excited, “Oh shit.”
I grab my phone and hold it so we can both read Vitaly’s text.
Better finish your quickie. The nurse just said Emily’s about to start pushing, and they don’t think it’s going to be long at all before he’s born.
Before I can even respond, he texts again.
On second thought, maybe take your time. It’ll make for one hell of a birthing story when he’s older. I’ll make sure and document every spicy detail in his baby book so he knows exactly what his Uncle Matvey and Aunt Alina were up to the moment of his birth.
“Fucker,” I say with a laugh, shooting a quick text to let him know we’re on our way. When I look back at Alina, her face is lit up. “Ready, baby?”
“Yeah, I can’t wait to meet him.”
I cup her face and kiss her once more before helping her down. “Me either.”
She surprises me by reaching out and palming my now semi-hard cock. “We’ll finishthis later.”
Laughing, I readjust myself so it’s not so obvious what we’ve been doing. “Fuck yes we will.”
She smiles and grabs Finn’s leash, petting him on the head and praising him for being a good boy while we made out on the exam table. I crack the door open, making sure the hallway is clear before we slip out and head back. The others are still waiting when we walk in.
Ignoring Vitaly’s huge grin, Alina looks at his wife instead. “I can’t believe she’s already pushing.”
“I know,” Katya says. “I couldn’t believe it either.”
Simona rubs her round stomach. “I really hope I get that lucky.”
Danil places his hand over hers. “I hope so too,sladkaya. You’ll do great, though, no matter how long the labor lasts. We’ll get you an epidural, and I’ll bring you ice chips and rub your back and feet.”
Simona looks at all of us. “You heard him. I better get unlimited massage time and ice chips while in labor.”
“You could always just deliver the baby in your kinky, soundproofed room,” Vitaly says. “Then you can scream as loud as you want.”
Alina looks over at me, brow raised in confusion. I lean down and whisper, “I’ll explain later, baby,” and give a soft laugh.
Simona blushes and points a finger at Vitaly. “You know I have a piano in there. I don’t want to disturb everyone while I practice.”
This time Vitaly isn’t the only one who laughs.
“What?” Simona looks at all of us, cheeks turning pinker with each passing second. She looks to her husband for help, but he’s too busy laughing. “I have stage fright,” she insists. “You all know that.”
“Uh-huh,” Vitaly says. “That’s absolutely the only reason Danil soundproofed the room, so you could practice on the piano.”
