"I like it when you can’t keep your hands off me," I say, my voice rough.
"I’ve been aching for you since you left." She straddles my thighs, her hands working at my belt. "You know I can’t get enough of you right now. And you've been gone a whole twenty-four hours."
"Terrible timing on my part."
"Agreed."
She gets my belt open and works at my zipper, freeing my cock with an efficiency that makes me grin. I'm already hard, I have been since she appeared in that fucking shirt, but when she wraps her hand around me and strokes, I get harder.
"Fuck," I hiss.
She smiles, wicked and knowing. "I've been thinking about this all day."
Then she leans down and takes me into her mouth.
Holy fuck.
The heat. The wet suction. The way her mouth works up and down my cock. I fist the sheets beneath me and fight the urge to thrust into her throat.
"Holly," I groan. "Solnyshko, you're going to make me come."
She hums and the vibration sends shockwaves through me.
I thread my fingers through her hair, anchoring myself as she takes me apart with her mouth.
When I'm on the edge, when I'm seconds from losing control, she pulls back. Her lips release me with a wet pop, and I nearly growl with frustration.
"Not yet," she says, her voice thick with desire. "I want you inside me when you come."
She stands and strips off my shirt, revealing her naked body beneath. Nine months pregnant, and she's the most beautifulthing I've ever fucking seen. Her breasts are fuller, her belly round and tight with our son. Her skin glows in the lamplight.
I’m so in love with her. So fucking crazy for her.
She climbs back onto the bed, straddling me again. Her hand guides my cock to her entrance, and then,fuck, she sinks down onto me in one smooth motion.
We both groan.
"Bozhe moy," I breathe. "You feel so good."
She's tight and wet and perfect, and the way she's taking me, riding me with her hands braced on my chest, is enough to make me lose my goddamn mind.
Her hips rock against me, slow at first, then faster. She rides me with a desperation that matches my own, her breath coming in short gasps. I grip her hips and help guide her movements.
"Nikolai," she moans. "Oh God, Nikolai."
"That's it,solnyshko. Ride my cock. Take what you need."
Her head falls back, her hair cascading down her back. The sight of her like this—pregnant with my child and lost in pleasure as she rides my cock—is almost too much.
I slide one hand up her body to cup her breast, my thumb brushing over her nipple. She cries out, her soaked pussy clenching around me.
"So close," she pants. "I'm so close."
I shift my hips, changing the angle, and she shatters.
Her orgasm crashes through her, her body trembling as she cries out my name. The sight and feel of her coming undone sends me over the edge. I grip her hips and thrust up into her, finding my own release with a growl that's torn from somewhere deep inside me.
We stay like that for a moment, both breathing hard, her body still joined with mine.
