“God damn, Vera,” I breathe. “You feel incredible.”
I begin pumping again, soft at first, then hard enough to shake the bed. Vera whispers my name as I breathe over her, begging, pleading?—
“Let go.”
Vera crests at the words, gaining speed as she tumbles over the edge. Her legs slip free, a strangled cry ripping from her throat as her whole body shakes. Her eyelids had barely finishedfluttering before I roll her to her side and slip behind her, lifting her thigh before I thrust inside her.
She keens into the mattress.
I pant into her neck, my hips snapping as I nip at her shoulder. My hands trail back down to between her thighs and she squirms against me but I grip around her waist and roll us over, muffling her squeak with my other hand while I brace my feet on the mattress.
Vera moans into my palm as I fuck her from below, her legs wide and her neck bared against the ceiling. I can see her eyes roll back, her head lolling over my shoulder.
God, I can’t get enough of her. Even three months later, she feels incredible.
I growl when she licks my palm, yanking her chin to mine. Our mouths crash together in a tangle of tongue and teeth and I only pull away when she does, gasping for air.
“So fucking perfect.”
I find her clit again and she whimpers, arching her back. My other hand finds her breast and each pinch while my fingers strum her clit has her thrashing against me. I release her nipple and slide my hand to grip her face, slipping two fingers inside her mouth to steady her. I moan as her hot mouth closes around my fingers and she whines as I pump faster, deeper, my other hand pressing harder on her clit.
I can never get sick of this. Even after three months, it’s never routine. Never boring.
It's always like this, so overwhelming I sometimes can’t breathe. I’m drowning in her and I never want to surface.
“That’s it,” I growl into her neck. “I want you to come on my cock.”
A few more thrusts and she begins crying out. Carefully, I place her on all fours, making sure to put several pillows underneath her for support before I begin fucking her from behind and she arches against me, meeting my every thrust with a roll of her own hips.
“Dimitri,” she gasps, her mouth open in ecstasy. “Please, I’m?—”
“I know, love,” I rasp. “I’ve got you. Let go.”
She comes apart beautifully, her back arching as she cries out my name. The feeling of her tightening around me pushes me over the edge right after her, and I bury my face in her neck as pleasure rolls through me in waves. I fall onto the bed, making sure I don’t crush her as I come down from my high.
Breathing heavily, I reach for her and pull her against me. Her back is against my chest, my arm carefully wrapped around her. I press kisses to her shoulder, her neck, and her hair. I can’t ever stop touching her.
The baby kicks hard and it’s hard enough that I feel it against my stomach where I’m pressed against Vera.
I laugh in surprise and move my hand to where the baby is moving.
“There you are,” I murmur, delighted. “I thought you were sleeping. Did we wake you up?”
Another kick right against my palm.
I feel Vera wince. “They’re active tonight,” she says, her own hand covering mine. “I think they like hearing your voice.”
I make a pleased noise in the back of my throat. “You think?”
“Mmm. They always move more when you’re talking to them.”
The thought makes my throat tight with emotion. This baby already knows me and responds to me. Do they know I’m their father? Do they love me as much as I love them?
“You saved me,” I tell her again, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You and this baby. You saved me from becoming something ugly, like Konstantin or my father.”
“You were never going to become that,” Vera shifts so she’s looking into my eyes and she says fiercely, “you’re too good and caring. You just needed someone to remind you.”
I smooth her hair back off her damp neck. “You reminded me.”
