She gasps against my mouth, and I swallow the sound, kissing her harder, deeper. My other hand finds her waist, pulling her flush against me. She’s soft and warm and perfect, and I’ve been starving for this without even realizing it.
“Dimitri,” she breathes against my lips, and hearing my name in that voice—breathy and desperate and wanting—makes something snap inside me.
I lift her easily, setting her on the edge of my desk. My desk paraphernalia scatters, but I don’t care. All I care about is her, the feel of her, the way she’s wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me closer.
My hands find the tie of her robe, pulling it loose. The fabric falls open, revealing the thin nightgown underneath. I can see the outline of her body through it, the curves that have become fuller with pregnancy, and desire hits me so hard I nearly stagger.
“I want you,” I growl against her throat, kissing down the column of her neck. “If you don’t want me, now is the time to say something.”
“Shut up,” she gasps, her head falling back to give me better access. “Please don’t stop.”
That’s all I need to hear.
My mouth finds hers again, and the kiss is slower. Deeper. Less desperate and more—more something I can’t name. Something that feels dangerously close to worship.
I push the robe off her shoulders, and she helps me, shrugging it off completely. The nightgown is next, and when I pull it over her head, leaving her in just her pink underwear, I have to stop and just look.
She’s beautiful. So beautiful it makes my chest ache. Her skin glows in the lamplight and her hair falls around her shoulders. The small swell of her belly is visible now, evidence of the baby growing inside her, and only one thought crashes though me.
Mine. She’s mine.
“Don’t,” she whispers, and I realize I’m staring.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t look at me like that.” Her hands come up to cover her stomach self-consciously. “I know I’m—the baby is?—”
I stare at her, unable to comprehend what she’s saying until it hits me. “Beautiful,” I interrupt, catching her hands and pulling them away. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Vera. Do you have any idea—” I stop, because finishing that sentence would reveal too much.
But she sees something in my eyes that makes her breath catch and she reaches for me, intending to pull me back down, but I pull back. Hurt flashes in her eyes but I’m kissing down her body until I’m kneeling in front of her, lifting her foot to my shoulder.
Vera’s eyes are wide as I let my tongue drag heavily over the side of her calf, but they close and her hands come to her chest as I reach the inside of her knee. I pause there, licking and sucking and biting gently at the sensitive skin, and she’swrithing. I can’t help but smirk at that and lean down to give her other leg the same treatment.
I’m nothing if not meticulous.
I’m holding both legs down and her hips are twisting and her breasts are shuddering and?—
“Please.”
My mouth leaves her knee as the syllable sinks in.
Yes.That. I do love it when Vera begs. Her eyes open and she looks at me before my left hand slides up the insides of her thighs. She arches towards me as my fingers slip under the edge of her underwear, and my own eyes widen at the feel of her.
“God, you’re so wet,” I say without thinking, and she presses her pussy into my hand with a moan.
Withdrawing my hand, I slide her underwear down and toss it impatiently over my shoulder. She’s bare and gleaming in front of me and my mouth nearly waters at the sight.
Oh, the things I plan to do to her.
I get up and lean over her, running my tongue along her collar bone as my fingers slip back between her legs. I can feel her cuntclench as I push a finger into her and she cries out, her hips moving up to take my finger deeper.
Vera works herself onto my finger as I lean my head over to her breasts and take a pink nipple into my mouth, rolling the bud between my teeth. Vera cries out again and I give her a second finger, pumping them in a slow rhythm as she twists on the desk.
“Oh, God,” she moans.
I let go of her nipple, exhaling slightly on the swollen pink nub before lavishing attention onto the other one. She quivers around my fingers and I squeeze the heel of my hand onto her clit, and her eyes roll up.
“Oh God,” she says again, and I feel her tremble. I purposefully nip hard at her breast, enjoying the sounds of her moans and groans.
