“I can’t wait to meet him.”
“Me too. Won’t be long now.”
He sees the fear in my eyes and cups my face with his free hand. “You’re going to do great,zolotse. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met, and I’ll be right there with you the whole time.” Smiling, he adds, “And then little Dmitri will be in our arms.”
“I hope he has your blue eyes.”
Vasily laughs. “We’ll find out soon, but I’m guessing he’s going to have his mommy’s eyes.”
The hand on my belly slips lower, grazing my skin in featherlight touches that leave a trail of goosebumps in their wake. My nipples harden and press against my shirt. It’s just us here tonight, so I slipped off my bra hours ago in an effort to get comfortable. When he sees the stiff peaks, his eyes darken before he pulls my shirt up, letting it drop to the floor without a second thought. He cups my breasts, letting them spill over his large hands.
“Better enjoy it while it lasts,” I tell him.
“I love your body, baby. No matter what stage it’s going through, I love it, and you know damn good and well I’ve always loved your tits.” He arches a brow at me, daring me to contradict him. I don’t because I know he’s right. He’s always acted like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.
“That’s what I thought,” he says, giving me a wink and a smug grin.
I let out a gasp when he pinches my nipples. They’ve become insanely sensitive lately, and he loves seeing the kinds of noises he can pull from me by playing with them.
“Vasya,” I moan, wrapping my hands around his forearms as I shift my weight from foot to foot.
“Yes, baby?”
He rolls my nipples between his fingers, fluctuating between hard and soft touches that send little sparks of pleasure all through me.
“Not fair,” I finally pant.
“You don’t think so?” he teases. “Maybe this will help.”
He leans down and runs his tongue over the nipple he’s still pinching, pulling a low moan out of me. Replacing his fingers with his mouth, he sucks and licks my overly sensitive skin until I’m afraid my knees might actually buckle.
“Vasya,” I beg.
His hands immediately go to my hips, holding me firmly in place, letting me know he’d never let me fall. He teases me with his mouth until I know all it would take is one brush of his fingers against my clit to send me over the edge.
“Please,” I beg, barely getting even that one word out.
He lifts his eyes to mine, giving me a wink as he runs his tongue over my nipple again and hooks his fingers under my maternity yoga pants and panties before slowly sliding them down. Giving my nipple one last suck, he pulls back and sits me on the bed, stacking a bunch of pillows behind me so I can lean back comfortably.
“You poor thing,” he murmurs, dragging a finger up my inner thigh. My feet are flat on the bed, knees parted wide, and I know he’s seeing the evidence of exactly how ready I am for him. “Your little pussy is so swollen and wet, so ready for me to fuck it.”
My skin flushes at his words. Vasily’s dirty talk always drives me crazy. It’s not the vulgarity that gets me; it’s the love that’s mixed in with it that turns me into a puddle. If there was no love behind it, I wouldn’t like it, but everything Vasily does is guided by the love he feels for me.
Positioning himself between my legs, his face is completely hidden from view thanks to my large belly. I can’t see him, but I can feel the heat of his breath hit my clit, and the anticipation leaves me shaking. He makes me wait, just holds himself there, breathing on my pussy until I feel like I’m going to scream from pure need. When he does finally run his tongue up my slit, I let out an embarrassingly loud mewling sound and clutch the bedding, coming hard as soon as his tongue runs over my clit. He groans and laps up my juices, keeping the orgasm going until I’m gasping and feel close to passing out.
“Vasya,” I beg, wanting him up here with me, needing to feel his body against mine.
He quickly gets undressed and carefully positions me on my side so he can spoon me from behind. Lifting my thigh, he presses the head of his cock against my slit and brings his mouth to mine.
“Ready, baby?”
I whisper a ragged “Yes,” and cup the back of his head as he slides into me. The sheer pleasure of feeling him spread me wide and bury himself deeply inside me has tears springing to my eyes. Sex may be a little more gentle now that I’m so pregnant, but it’s just as intense as it’s always been. He groans and runs his tongue up my cheek, licking up the tears. He brings a hand to my neck, lightly gripping me as he fucks me in long, slow strokes that leave me breathless.
Coaxing my mouth open with his tongue, he delves inside and slides his hand up my thigh to rub my slippery clit between his skilled fingers. My body feels wound up too tight, like I’m going to burst from my skin at any second. I whimper against his hungry lips and fist his hair.
“Come around my cock,zolotse,” he growls against my lips. “Let me feel that tight little pussy of yours clenching around me.”
His words and the way he circles his hips, hitting me even deeper, quickly sends me spiraling into the abyss. My vision darkens as I cling to Vasily, using him as my anchor while my body threatens to fly away. My pussy pulses with my orgasm, clenching tightly around his thick shaft as he growls and empties inside me. I take it all, reveling in the feel of my sexy husband letting go and claiming me in the most intimate way possible.
