She laughs and cups my face, running her fingers over my dimple like she loves to do. “A baby,” she whispers back.
I hold her for several more minutes, wanting to memorize every detail of the exact moment when I went from being a husband to also being a father. Technically she’s only a few weeks pregnant, but I can already envision the little guy. I lift her up even higher, making her let out a squeal when she’s high enough for me to kiss her stomach.
“Our son,” I say, giving her a wink.
“Or daughter,” she says with a laugh when I pull her back down and then carry her to the kitchen because she still looks too pale for my liking.
“I would love a little girl, but I have a feeling it’s going to be a little boy. The next generation of Medvedev bosses.”
I set her down in one of the comfy chairs near the kitchen area and she quickly puts both hands on her stomach, already trying to protect him from the scary world. “I can’t think about that yet. If I start to worry about all that, I’ll go crazy. Leaving him when he’s old enough for school is going to be hard enough.”
“I will never let any harm come to him,lapochka.” I start the coffee and grab some herbal tea for her before reaching for the eggs. “I can’t wait to tell my brothers.”
She smiles and watches me start breakfast. I keep waiting for the fear to set in about becoming a daddy and about being married and bonded to one woman for the rest of my life, but I’m too busy being happy. Instead of fear and the dreaded claustrophobia that used to accompany thoughts of getting a woman pregnant, I feel nothing but an ecstatic happiness that makes it impossible to stop smiling.
The rest of our honeymoon is a perfect mix of swimming, relaxing, and fucking, and by the time I steer the yacht into our boathouse, we’re already planning our next trip out. Every day I wake up with my wife in my arms, and it seems like every day, our son grows a little bigger. When the doctor told us we were having a boy, I’d laughed and given her a bigI told you solook and then kissed her so hard that her face was still beet red when we left.
Now she’s nine months pregnant and so beautiful that every time I look at her, it freezes me in place. It always takes a couple of seconds for me to get my bearings, to remember that she’s mine and that this really is my life now. I lean against the doorframe of our son’s nursery, watching her, and I know the exact second she realizes I’m here because a smile spreads across her face before she looks over her shoulder at me. She’s wearing her glasses today, and the sight of them always makes my cock twitch, reminding me so much of the first time I saw her.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” I tell her, running my eyes over her rounded belly and the way her hips have filled out. God, every stage of this pregnancy has just made me hornier than the last. I feel like a fucking teenager again, unable to think about anything other than sex.
She watches me walk towards her, a smile playing at her lips. “You’re insatiable, Valeri.”
I smile because she’s right, but also because I see the heat and desire mirrored in her own eyes. She’s been just as insatiable as I’ve been. For a while there, I was actually worried I wouldn’t be able to keep up with her. I did, of course, but it had been a terrifying couple of days for me.
As soon as I’m close enough, I cup her face with one hand and bring my other to her belly. Leaning down, I kiss her slowly, savoring the taste and feel of her, and when our son gives a hard kick, I smile against her lips. He’s a feisty little guy, and I’m afraid he’s going to be just like me. God help us. I can already feel the grey hairs coming in.
Sliding my hand up, I cup one of her swollen breasts, running my thumb over the hard nipple I can feel straining against her shirt. She’s filled out everywhere, including her tits, and they’ve been extra sensitive so I’ve barely taken my hands off them the last couple of months. When I start to kiss a line down her neck while unbuttoning the pink-and-grey plaid shirt she’s wearing, she moans and runs her hands through my hair.
“I need you,” I whisper against her skin, pulling her bra down and wrapping my lips around the hard, pink nipple that’s waiting for me.
“Then take me,” she moans, arching her chest out for more.
With a groan I give her another hard suck and then scoop her up into my arms, carrying her to our bedroom. Sex while pregnant has been an interesting, creative endeavor, and when most positions became uncomfortable for her, I surprised her by installing a sex swing. It’s my new favorite fucking thing, and I can’t wait to use it to its full potential when she’s no longer pregnant and can tolerate rougher things.
Before I lift her into it, I set her down and slowly strip her gorgeous body, leaving her glasses on because I want to fuck her while she’s wearing them. Seeing her pregnant does something to my brain every time I see her naked. I want to beat my fists against my chest and growl like a fucking animal, letting the whole goddamn world know that she’s mine. It’s ridiculous, I know, but the desire is there all the same.
“Fucking hell, Evie,” I murmur, running my hand along the curve of one breast, drawing my fingers over her skin and across her nipple. “How is it possible that you get more beautiful every single day?”
She smiles and starts to pull my shirt off. “You’re the gorgeous one, Valeri, and now I want to see my sexy husband wearing nothing but a smile.”
I laugh and help her out, undressing in record time before scooping her back into my arms. She’d insisted we install the swing in our large, walk-in closet because when my brothers bring their kids over, the little rascals run all over the place, and the last thing either of us wants is to be asked if they can play on the unusual swing hanging from our bedroom ceiling. I’m okay with the compromise, especially after adding in a few extra mirrors so I can easily see her from every angle.
When I set her down in it, she grabs the straps in front of her and wiggles into a comfortable position while I hook her legs through another set of padded straps that keeps her thighs spread open nice and wide for me. Weightless, she hangs in front of me, splayed open and looking so damn sexy that just the sight of her has pre-cum dripping down my shaft. Her rounded belly is between us, and the swing is angled so she’s more sitting up than laying down to keep her more comfortable, allowing me to keep my eyes on hers as I step closer.
She’s at the perfect height for me, and when I drag my finger along her pussy, she moans my name and begs me to fill her. I can’t resist tasting her, so instead of sliding into her, I bend down and fill her with my tongue instead. Her gasp rings through the air, mixing with my groans as I delve in even deeper, coating my tongue with her slick arousal. I could happily keep my head buried between my wife’s legs for the rest of my life. I never get tired of it. I’m always starved for her, craving her taste. I’m completely addicted to her.
Running my tongue over her, I kiss and suck on her pussy lips, slowly working my way to the swollen, pink bundle of nerves that she’s desperate for me to touch. When I give her a soft flick of my tongue, she moans my name, trying like hell to move, but she’s completely helpless in this position, and I take full advantage of it. I kiss and suck and nip on her delicate folds until all it takes is one slow lick of my tongue and she’s coming so hard her voice cracks as she screams my name. I feast on her until she’s whimpering and my mouth is full of her release. I swallow her down with a growl and kiss my way up her belly, worshipping her body with my lips. Her hands run through my hair, and she lets out another strangled gasp when I latch onto the closest nipple, sucking her tit into my mouth until I can’t get any more in. I gorge on her body, gluttonous and greedy, knowing I’ll never be able to get enough but trying all the same.
“Valeri,” she moans, kissing a line along my forehead because it’s the only thing she can reach. “Please, I need you inside me.”
I pull my head back, sucking hard the whole way until her nipple springs free from my mouth with a wet, audible pop. Her eyes are dark with lust, pupils blown and heavy-lidded, and when I position my cock at her entrance, she smiles and cups my face, needing me closer.
“I love you so fucking much, Evie,” I groan as I slowly slide into her, forcing her tight pussy to spread for me.
“I love you too,” she whispers against my lips.
I fuck her slowly, not wanting to hurt her, and it’s the most exquisite torture imaginable. Time stands still as I lose myself in her body, rocking into her in long, slow strokes that leave her panting and digging her nails into my shoulders as her whole body tenses with need. When I pull another orgasm from her body, I watch her pussy clench around me, soaking my cock as she moans her release, and the sight of it pushes me over the edge with her. Crashing my mouth against hers, I kiss her and bury myself as deeply as I can. Her pregnant belly presses snuggly against me, and the sensation is nothing short of heaven.
