“I love you,” he whispered against my ear as he lined up to enter me.
“I need you,” I reply in a sob, overwhelmed with the delicious stretch of him fitting into where I wanted him most. “I need you to love me like this.”
He shushed me as I whined, arching my back and trying to thrust my hips up so he’d get in me faster. So I could feel complete again.
“I will always love you with all that I am. However you’ll have me,” he promised in a husky growl as he drove all the way into me, to the hilt.
I cried out at the shock of him so thick inside me. Filling me. Stretching me.
Owning me in the only way I wanted to be owned.
He pulled back out slowly, and the juicy and smooth friction of him with my arousal coating him taunted me. As he continued to thrust into me and make love with me, the slapping sound of our flesh meeting together was the soundtrack of music I would never tire of.
The beauty of making love, of forgiveness, of accepting that we were better together, forced me to accept that love ruled us, notcontrol. We’d already achieved the miracle of starting a new life out of our love. His baby grew in my womb. And I couldn’t want to bring him or her into the world with this wonderful man.
Under the pressure to come, I wished that I could’ve waited. It was over too quickly. We’d only just begun. We’d only just made up. Yet with the distance we’d suffered through for the last two months, I couldn’t hold out any longer. The tension was too much.
It snapped. Shattering under the powerful orgasm that felt like a second chance of love, I came for him. Shivering and trembling as he whispered praise and compliments into my ear.
Pounding into me, as he sought his own release, he whispered again and again that I would always be his good girl, the woman he’d love. And when he finally came over me, I held him close. I gathered him in my arms as my pleasure continued. With his dick so deep inside me, flooding me with his cum, the muscles in his back bunched under my hands. His neck strained as he rode through his climax.
“I love you,” I reminded him as he collapsed over me.
Rolling until I was draped over him in a lax, limp mess, he stroked his hand up and down my back and kept me close. Catching our breath, we lay like that and came down from the high we’d denied for too long.
“I love you too, Kalina,” he said softly. “I always will.”
I closed my eyes, content that the reunion I had been fantasizing about was coming true. This dream of caving to the drowsiness as I was tucked against him, in his arms, with his affection blanketing me as I drifted into sleep.
27
ALEXSEI
Iwoke up with a sigh.
Snuggled under the covers with Kalina in my bed, her soft, naked body flush against mine, I smiled at the peaceful bliss of this quiet morning.
All the revelations from last night came back to me with clarity.
We wouldn’t be having many quiet mornings soon. Or quiet nights.
Another son.
Maybe a daughter.
I felt like pinching myself to make sure this was real, not a dream.
I couldn’t wait for the blessing of another baby. Another sweet and precious beginning.
This morning wasn’t all that quiet, though. As I lay back and enjoyed this laziness with Kalina while she slept in, the patter of familiar footsteps pounded down the hallway.
Little footsteps as a child ran fast.
Fuck!
Misha!
He was rushing toward my room, somewhere he always knew he was allowed to enter. But I’d never had the issue of him bursting into my room when a woman was in my bed!
