“I love you.” I slid my hand up his chest. “And we need to consummate our marriage.”
His last resistance crumbled. He cupped my face. “I cannot deny you anything. You know that, yes?”
“I know.” I smiled against his lips. “It’s one of the things I love most about you.”
He kissed me then, deep and thorough as he guided me to the edge of the bed. “If anything feels wrong—”
“I’ll tell you immediately,” I promised. “Now stop talking and make love to your wife.”
His answering smile was the first genuine one I’d seen since Santo called. “Yes, Mrs. Christakis.”
We undressed in a haze of slow, deep kisses, his hands peeling away my dress while I eased his shirt off his shoulders, our mouths meeting in languid presses that lingered, tongues exploring with unhurried passion. Lips parted only to reconnect, drawing out each moment as fabric whispered to the floor.
Aris lowered his head, capturing one nipple in his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder. He stilled suddenly, pulling back just enough for me to see the surprise on his face.
He lifted his head, his thumb brushing across my nipple. “Your milk, it has come in.”
I looked down and felt my cheeks go hot. “Really?”
“It’s sweet,” he said, as if he were commenting on wine at dinner, and lowered his mouth again.
“Aris!” I half-laughed, trying to push his head away. “That’s for the babies.”
“I was here first, yes.”
His tongue circled one nipple before he switched to the other, lavishing it with wet kisses that sent heat pooling between my thighs.
“You are disgusting,” I said without any real conviction.
“Mm-hmm.” He didn’t lift his head.
My fingers threaded through his hair as his mouth moved between my breasts, unhurriedly.
When he finally lifted his head, he said, “Lie down.”
Aris helped me onto my side and tucked a pillow beneath me to cradle my belly. He settled behind me, his chest warm against my back. I felt his erection against my ass before he pressed inside me.
He rocked into me steadily, one arm wrapped around to play with my clit while kissing and sucking the tender skin of my neck. When I turned my face towards him, he claimed my mouth in a languid kiss. Our tongues danced lazily as our bodies moved together.
Pleasure built to a feverish crescendo, and I exploded first, crying out into his kiss as jolts of ecstasy surged from my core. He followed moments later, spilling inside me as we clung together, breathless and sated.
We lay there in the aftermath, our breathing gradually slowing. Aris kept his arm wrapped around me while pressing soft kisses to my shoulder, my neck, anywhere he could reach.
“Are you alright?” His hand moved from between my legs to my stomach. “Babies?”
“We’re perfect,” I assured him, covering his hand with mine. “All three of us.”
He exhaled. “The depth of my love for you... intensity of it... it overwhelms me.”
“I know.” I threaded my fingers through his. “I feel the same way.”
We stayed like that for several minutes, wrapped in each other, the hum of the jet engines the only sound. Eventually, I felt my eyelids grow heavy.
“Sleep,” Aris whispered, pulling a blanket over us. “I will wake you if anything changes with my mother.”
I wanted to stay awake, to keep him company in his worry, but exhaustion pulled at me. “Don’t leave,” I mumbled.
“Never.” He kissed my temple.
