"You are sweet enough to give half of New York cavities," I say, kissing her. "And you, carrying our child makes you more beautiful than I can express."
"Yeah," she says, getting up and carefully moving to straddle me. "About that. Reserve judgement until you see me at nine months. I've seen pictures of my mother pregnant with me. It wasn't pretty."
My hands are back on her breasts because I'm a sick bastard and can't control myself.
"Are you getting hard right now?" Ava is staring down between us.
"Possibly…" I allow. “Actually, yes."
"Everyone waiting for us upstairs and you'remolestingme? You filthy-minded sex demon," she says, though not disapprovingly.
Sliding my hand under her ass, I pull her higher so I can suck her nipple into my mouth. "When these get engorged with milk, I'm going to squeeze them and suck on them." I tug on it lightly between my teeth, watching a pink flush sweep over her face. "There is nothing,nothinghotter than my wife, carrying our child."
"That was…" She blinks and seems to come back online. "That was oddly romantic."
Running my finger between the swelling lips of her pussy, I can feel her growing slick, her hips pressing against me. "Such a good girl, so ready for me. I'm going to fuck you until your legs give out and I have to carry you around the party tonight."
I can't take my eyes from where we're joined, the sight of my cock splitting her open. "So good," I groan. "You're made for me, aren't you Magpie?"
Her back arches, a shuddering little gasp escaping her lips as I bring her down on my cock, slowly, inch by inch. When she tries to push harder, my hands tighten on her waist. "You'll be good and take what I give you."
"Dmitri…" It couldn't quite be characterized as a whine. "Please. Fill me full."
My hips shoot up, bringing her down hard on my cock, my thumb sliding down to push on her plump little clit. "Your breathy shriek is very gratifying," I rasp in her ear. Lifting anddropping her again, water splashing over the sides of the tub and my mouth sucking and biting her nipples. "Nothing could be this good, my sweet Magpie. You're mine, every tight inch of you."
Tangling our fingers together, I bring hers down to where we meet, making her feel her strained, tight entrance, her clit, rubbing hard against my thumb. "Fitting every inch inside you… you're like fire inside, do you know that? Every time, you burn me and all I can think about-" I lift and drop her again. "All I can think about is, when can I get inside you again."
Ava is bouncing on me, moaning as I pinch her clit. "Do you want to be my good girl and come?"
"Yes, please."
"You're never more polite than when you want to come," I growl. Ava stiffens, startled when my finger finds her ass, pressing against her pucker. She leans forward, mindlessly avoiding my finger and pressing her clit and breasts hard against me. "We're coming together, my filthy, delicious bride. Are you ready?"
"Yes," she groans, eyes drooping shut. "Please, please, please…"
"Eyes on mine," I snap. Her eyes flutter open, breath coming faster and when my finger slides into her ass, she comes. "So fucking pretty, Magpie."
"I love you," she gasps, shaking, fingers tightening on my shoulders as I drive my hips up into her one last time, coming so hard my fucking vision dims.
We stay in the bath until the water is cold, kissing as I tell her in Russian and English that I love her, too.
While I think my wife couldn't look more beautiful than she does with kiss-swollen lips and post-sex hair, Priya, and Dasha glare at me when I bring her back upstairs, leading a slightly dazedAva away to help her dress. My father checks his watch, one eyebrow disapprovingly raised, but Uncle Yuri taps his glass to mine.
"I like this Ava," he grins. "You two are good together. I was worried that you'd end up as stiff and boring as your father."
There's a low growl from Father, which Uncle Yuri ignores.
***
The rooftop of the Grand SoHo is still comfortable in the crisp fall night, crowded with laughing guests and every surface covered in food and flowers. Ava's friends from Bellevue Hospital mix with gun dealers from Moscow. I watch one of her nurse friends playfully slap the shoulder of an Armenian smuggler who sliced the throat of the last person who dared touch him. And he smiles.
"How's everyone doing, do you think?" Ava puts her head against my shoulder, humming.
"This mix of guests is surprisingly successful." I shake my head.
"I noticed you were having - what looked like - a very congenial conversation with Mayor Warner and that smart woman from the planning board?"
"Marian Hargraves, yes. I'm not sure if I've ever seen her smile before," I say.
