Heat floods through me. "Already?"
"Unless you want to wait?"
"I don't know. This is all so fast."
"We have time. No rush. Yury did extend the deadline for Avros and Emma, since they are having some fertility issues, so I’m sure he can do the same for us."
"Do you want to? Have children immediately, I mean.”
His eyes darken. "I want to put my baby in you more than I want my next breath. I want to see your body change and know I did that to you. I want to experience every side of you. The soft, the hard, the hormonal… I want to fuck you in every state too. I can’t even imagine how sexy you’ll be with my baby growing inside you."
Standing here in our bedroom, in our house, in this life that's somehow become mine, I can picture it. Me, pregnant with his child. A family of my own. A future that isn’t stress and a business I never meant to take on.
This is everything I never let myself want because I was too busy surviving.
“Fuck,” he grumbles, adjusting himself in his pants. “Just thinking about you pregnant gets me ridiculously hard.
My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. This man has been screwing me six ways a day since the other night when I couldn’t sleep. I want to say he is insatiable, but it’s not like that. It’s like a controlled kind of wanting. And I feel it too.
I raise onto my tip toes and plant a kiss on his lips as I cup his cock through his pants and squeeze.
“Mmm,” he moans. “Don’t tease me when I’m like this, Lily. Not unless you’re going to follow through.”
“When have I ever not followed through?” I ask, backing him up to the bed.
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Lily's hand squeezes my cock through my pants, and it's like a match to dry tinder.
I've been hard since the second I started talking about putting my baby in her, imagining her belly swelling, her body changing because of me. But now, with her green eyes locked on mine, that mischievous spark in them, I'm fucking throbbing.
She rises up on her toes, her lips brushing mine in a kiss that's all tease, soft, lingering, her tongue darting out just enough to make me chase it.
"When have I ever not followed through?" she whispers against my mouth, her voice husky, laced with that quiet confidence that's grown in her these past few days. She's backing me up toward the bed, her small hand still gripping me, stroking through the fabric like she owns me. And fuck, she does.
I let her push me until the back of my knees hit the mattress. I could flip this in a heartbeat. Pin her down, spread her wide, bury myself inside her until she's screaming my name, but there's something intoxicating about watching her take charge. About seeing the woman who was drowning in red numbers and exhaustion now blooming into this bold, needy version of herself.
She's mine to protect, to cherish, but right now? She's mine to let loose on me.
She drops to her knees in front of me, her hands working my belt open with surprising efficiency. My cock strains against my zipper, and when she finally frees it, springing thick and heavy into her palm, I hiss through my teeth.
Her fingers wrap around me, stroking slow and firm, her thumb circling the head where pre-cum is already beading.
"Lily..." I growl, my hand threading into her hair. She looks up at me, those full lips curving into a smile that makes my balls tighten.
"Shh," she murmurs, leaning in. Her breath ghosts over my length, hot and teasing. "Let me take care of you for once."
Then her mouth is on me, and fuck, it's perfection. She takes me in slow, her lips stretching around my girth, her tongue swirling along the underside as she sinks down.
She's not tentative; she's hungry, sucking me deeper with each bob of her head, her cheeks hollowing out. I watch her, mesmerized by the way her eyes flutter shut in concentration, the soft hum vibrating through her throat that shoots straight to my spine.
"God, yes," I rasp, my hips twitching forward involuntarily. She gags a little when I hit the back of her throat, but she doesn't pull back. Instead, she relaxes, taking more, her hand stroking what her mouth can't reach.
Saliva slicks down my shaft, making everything wet and messy, just how I like it. She's working me like she was made for this, for me, and the thought of her like this, on her knees, worshipping my cock, has me teetering on the edge faster than I want.
But I hold back, savoring it.
"Look at you," I murmur, my voice rough. "So fucking good at this. Sucking me like you can't get enough. Imagine how you'll look with my baby in you, on your knees for me."
