“My terms,” I say, once I’m lying on the floor beside him. “I want to come like that every day.” I turn to look at him as he rolls onto his side, propping himself up on and elbow and teasing my nipples with his other hand.
“Deal,” he says.
“If you’re going away for any length of time, I want a video of us, so I can watch it when you’re not here.”
His eyebrows flicker at that request, but he still says, “Deal.”
“When I’m pregnant and everything about me changes and it’s not as…tight…as it is now. I still want you to fuck me like I’m the only woman in the world who can wreck you.”
“That’s an easy one,” he says. “You are the only woman in the world that can wreck me, and when your pregnant you will be even fucking sexier.” His cock hardens and presses against me, as if to prove his point that the thought alone is enough to drive him wild.
“There’s one more you might not like,” I add when his mouth comes to my nipple and he sucks hard, stealing my breath. “While ever you’re home, I don’t want you jerking off. If you're horny, you come to me, and I’ll do the same.”
His smile curves against my skin, slow and wicked and warm, and before I can draw another breath, he rolls over me in one fluid motion. A soft gasp breaks out of me as he settles above me, braced on his forearms, caging me in without an ounce of threat, only heat and him.
“Deal,” he confirms, looking directly into my eyes. “But your terms,” he murmurs, brushing a kiss over the corner of my mouth, “are going to ruin me.”
“You agreed to them,” I counter, smiling despite myself.
“I’d agree to anything you asked.” Another kiss, softer this time, stealing the last remnants of air from my lungs. “Krasótka, I am so far gone for you it’s embarrassing.”
His mouth trails down my cheek, along my jaw, and then he squeezes my waist as he nips lightly at the spot just beneath my ear.
I yelp.
He freezes for a beat… then huffs a quiet, amused breath through his nose.
“Oh,” he says, voice darkened with delight. “That’s useful information.”
“Don’t you da—”
But I don’t get to finish. His fingers find that same sensitive spot on my waist, just beneath my ribs, and he presses lightly, experimentally.
I shriek. Actually shriek. And then dissolve into helpless laughter as he does it again.
“Dariy!” I push weakly at his broad shoulders, laughing so hard it makes my stomach ache. “Stop, stop—!”
“Never,” he says, grinning down at me like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen. “You think you get to make demands and not face consequences?”
I squirm beneath him, laughing uncontrollably as he tickles that same spot again, then the matching one on the other side. He doesn’t tickle like a normal person, he’s deliberate. Precise. Teasing me with surgical accuracy, like he’s learning my body in a new language only he gets to speak.
“Okay! Okay!” I manage between gasps. “I yield!”
He finally relents, lowering himself until his forehead rests against mine. His breath is warm, a little uneven from laughing with me, not at me, and that difference melts something inside my chest I didn’t even know was frozen.
His thumb strokes across my lower lip, slow and reverent.
“My beautiful Fiancée,” he murmurs. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
The shift in the air is instant, from playful to concentrated. No longer teasing but turning to something deeper, something that hums between us like a current.
He kisses me, not rushed or ravenous, just a slow claiming that makes my toes curl and my breath stutter. His body presses gently into mine, not demanding, just aligning us, warming us, letting the tension coil again, softer this time, sweeter.
A promise.
A beginning.
He kisses my nose, my cheek, the hollow of my throat. His hands slide to my waist, holding me with a tenderness that feels impossibly intimate after everything we’ve done tonight.
