“Sweet Jesus,” I breathed, biting my lip to keep from crying out. “These babies got me...”
He spread my ass cheeks further, and the words dissolved into a silent gasp as he sucked hard on my clit. My body jerked in response; the sensation was almost too intense to bear.
My thighs began to quiver uncontrollably as pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak. I pressed my face into the mattress to muffle the sounds threatening to escape.
I reached back blindly, finding his hair, not sure if I wanted to pull him closer or push him away from the overwhelming sensation. Every muscle in my body tensed as I hovered on the edge, completely at his mercy.
Then my orgasm ripped through every nerve ending, making my toes curl and my back arch as much as the pillows would allow. I cried out into the sheets as waves of ecstasy pulsed from my core, leaving me trembling and slick with sweat.
Before I could draw a full breath or the aftershocks had a chance to fade, I felt the thick head of his dick pressing against my entrance, sliding in deep and sure from behind.
He gave me a moment to adjust before pulling me back onto him as he thrust. The position kept my belly safe and supported, but it left me open and exposed.
“Oh Aris, yes,” I moaned, my body already climbing again, the sensitivity from my first release making everything more intense.
He moved like a man possessed, his breaths coming in rough grunts against my back, one hand sliding around to gently cradle the underside of my belly while the other held my ass steady. I felt the babies shift, as if sensing the storm raging through me.
But Aris didn’t let up. He pounded into me with a rhythm that coiled the tension tight again, faster this time, my pussy clenching around him in a desperate rhythm of its own.
It hit me out of nowhere, the second orgasm exploding like fireworks, harder than the first, making me sob his name as I exploded around him, my walls milking his cock in rhythmic spasms. He groaned low in his throat, thrusting a few more times before stopping.
We stayed like that for a full minute, connected and breathless. Finally, he eased out gently, helping me roll onto my side with the pillows rearranged for comfort.
His hand came to rest on my belly as he pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “You are amazing, agápi mou.” His voice was husky with satisfaction.
I turned to face him, still catching my breath. “That’s one way to put a girl to bed.”
I captured his lips in a lazy kiss. His mouth was warm, tasting faintly of me, and I melted into it.
We kissed languidly, tongues dancing in a gentle rhythm, no rush, just the lingering heat from what we’d just shared. Minutes stretched out as I lost myself in the feel of him.
But then his hand, the one not on my belly, began to wander. It trailed down my side, over the curve of my hip, and delved between my legs, seeking the slick warmth he’d left behind. A fresh spark of arousal flickered, but I caught his wrist, pulling away from the kiss with a smile.
“We should get some sleep,” I whispered against his lips, even as my body hummed. “Big day tomorrow.”
“Mm,” he agreed, but made no move to pull away. Instead, he shifted us both, spooning behind me with his hand protective over my belly.
I was about to drift off when Aris’ bedroom door swung open.
Santo stood frozen in the doorway, one hand still touching his freshly dyed black hair, his face cycling through confusion, shock, and then mortified realization as he took in the scene of his father and me in bed together.
“Panagía mou,” Santo breathed, his face going red. “Father, I thought—” He spun around, facing the hallway. “I didn’t mean to—”
“Chrys?” Tia’s voice came from down the hall. “What’s wrong?”
My heart stopped as Tia appeared in front of her husband, peering around him before he could stop her. Her eyes widened, taking in her father-in-law’s arm wrapped around me and the rumpled sheets.
“Mom?” she whispered, her voice cracking with disbelief.
I scrambled to sit up, the afterglow of pleasure instantly replaced by cold dread. The sheet slipped, and I clutched it to my chest. “Tia, I can explain—”
“You’re having Daddy’s babies, but sleeping with Chrys’s father?”
“Everyone out.” Aris shifted behind me, his voice calm but commanding. “Close the door and wait for us downstairs.”
26
Fifteen minutes. That’s the limit I set before facing them. It gave us just enough room to dress, compose ourselves, and prepare for the conversation I’d anticipated.
