He smiles. It’s tiny, but it hits me with the force of a breaking wave. “Then good afternoon.”
He gestures to the chair, and for a moment I’m frozen again, because no one has ever prepared a table for me. Even if it was made in one of the restaurants and brought up. Everything in my life has always been transactional: quick, cheap, whatever I could grab.
This, him, feels like stepping out of a monochrome world into colour so vivid it almost hurts to look at.
I sit, and he watches me take the first bite. Warm, soft, rich. I don’t mean to make a sound but a small one escapes anyway, and his eyes darken a fraction.
“You should eat like this every day,” he says quietly. “You will be pregnant faster.”
I lower my gaze to the plate because the weight of that promise is almost too much. “Is… this what life with you will be like?” I ask. “Good food? Big suites? Security guards outside the door?”
He sits opposite me but his hand reaches out, brushing two fingers along my wrist in a slow, thoughtful glide. Heat tingles up my arm, settling somewhere low in my belly.
“This?” he says. “This is nothing. This is just a temporary suite in a hotel I barely use. When we choose a house, it will be one you love. With light. Space. A garden, if you want one.”
“A garden?” I echo, half-laughing.
“You could grow flowers,” he says. “Or vegetables. Or nothing at all. You could sit outside with our children while I make dinner.”
My breath catches violently.
Children.
He doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t blush. He doesn’t backpedal. He says it like he’s stating a simple fact of the universe. Like the sky is blue, gravity exists, and Jasmine Boothe is going to have his babies.
The strangest thing is… I’m not afraid.
We eat in silence for a while, but it’s not awkward. It feels settled. Like we’ve shifted into something inevitable.
When I finish, he rises and extends a hand to me. “Come,” he says softly. “I’ve had enough time to recover, how about you?”
I laugh, but it’s cut short when I see he is serious. He pulls me into a kiss as he unties the belt of the hotel robe I shrugged into.
“I think you should keep the robe,” he says, pushing it off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.
“I’ll have to check with the owner,” I say with a grin.
He takes my hips in his hands and turns me around so I’m bent over the table. The mirror on the far wall catches my reflection. The bruise on my ribs has softened, my skin is flushed and a healthy color, my hair is wild and my nipples are a darker shade of pink from his attention earlier.
He parts my legs and sits on the floor spinning until his face is up against my pussy. When his mouth closes over my clit, heat floods every part of me, instantly making me crave his cock.
His tongue smooths it’s way in lazy patterns over my pussy until I’m grinding against his face for the friction I need.
“Hold on,Kotyonok,” he says as he manoeuvres back to standing and I whimper at the loss of sensation. “When you come on my cock, you milk me harder. I want the full force of your first orgasm to drain me dry.”
I shiver with arousal and then he is stretching my pussy lips apart with his hard cock, nudging inside me with a grunt of restraint.
“Fuck you look so good.” His eyes meet mine in the mirror. “Look at you coming undone on my cock. Look at how I fill you.”
I lower my gaze to the table top where I can just see the point at which his cock slides into me. The sight makes me mewl.
“I could watch your tits bounce and tremble all fucking day. And when they’re heavy and full of milk, I’ll fuck you until they leak.”
His arms snake around my waist, one hand dipping to my clit and tweaking it between his thumb and fingers. It doesn’t take long before I’m screaming his name, clenching on his cock like my life depends on keeping it inside me.
“That’s it, Jasmine,” he says, his voice breathless and strained. “Milk my cock, take all of my cum.”
He slams me against him as he groans in time with his release. Once, twice, three times, before it subsides to the final trickle that has him shuddering and gasping. I love that I ccan reduce him to this state.
