I laughed as I moved my mouth to her other breast. “I would imagine you’d be freaked out about anything in that department.”
“Maybe I am.” She leaned up on her knees and I guided her to slip her skirt off. Then her panties. “Which is why I want the distraction of you deep inside of me and preventing me from thinking at all right now.”
“My pleasure.” I unzipped my pants and helped to give us access. She hampered my efforts, scooting further back until she was on her hands and knees over me, sucking my dick deep into her mouth. With vigor, she licked and swirled her tongue, taunting me not to come too soon.
She had me panting, grabbing the bedspread, and tensing my thighs with the urgency to shoot my cum down her throat. I knew she said she wanted to be distracted, and damn, was she focused on nothing but sucking me off.
“That’s it.” I strained to hold on, weak under the sweet suction and pressure of her lips on me. “That’s my good girl. You like taking my dick in your sexy mouth, don’t you?”
She lifted her gaze to me and smiled. The hum of satisfaction she teased me with almost did it.
“Fuck. That’s right. You’re such a fucking good girl, wrapping your lips around me so tight.”
Another sexy-as-fuck hum was her reply, and I almost lost the fight to hold on.
But she changed her mind, perhaps too horny by pleasuring me. After she withdrew my cock from her mouth, she stroked the slick surface of my erection with her hand. And as she scooted back up to straddle me, she smeared her arousal and juices on my thigh as she crawled back up to sit on me. To impale herself on my dick. To sheath me with her tight cunt.
Holding her breasts and tweaking her tender nipples between my thumbs and fingers, I waited until the perfection of her seated on me. All the way in. Gloving me like she had been made for me and we were meant to come together like this.
With slow, then faster rocking grinds on my lap, she set up an impatient rhythm of fucking me. Of riding me. Of urging us to lose our control until we came together.
“Fuck,” she whispered breathlessly as she squeezed me tight.
“I love you,” I got out in a grunt. “Goddamn. I love you, Kalina.” Holding her against me, I closed my eyes to the press of her lips against my cheek in a tired kiss.
30
KALINA
Visiting Raisa and her new baby boy, Roman, almost felt like a tutorial.
This will be me.
Pretty soon, it will be me lying on a bed and nursing a newborn.
I had been so surprised that she wanted me in the room with her when she delivered. It felt like an honor, but once she finally pushed Roman out and she was holding her son, she beckoned me to lean over so she could whisper to me.
“I didn’t traumatize you, did I?”
I laughed, seeing some of the old Raisa I remembered from when we were kids. “No. You didn’t.”
“I just didn’t want Sadie to be in here. She could’ve gone into labor.”
I furrowed my brow. “She’s not that close to her due date.”
Raisa huffed. “You haven’t heard about how Carina and Helene were born on the same day. I don’t know if it was full moon voodoo or what, but it was a lot.”
I smiled.
“And I didn’t want Gabriella in here either. She’s too bossy!”
As I laughed some more, she gave me a tender smile. “But mostly, I wantedyouto see my baby first. You missed seeing Lev’s birth and knowing him when he was a baby. We both missed so much, so many years, to the men in our families.” She looked at Ivan, who smiled down at her with happy tears in his eyes.
“And now we have many years to look forward to with the men in our family now,” I replied, meaning it from the bottom of my heart.
Today, though, visiting Raisa felt like a lesson. Sadie and Gabriella were here as well, but they both suggested I hold Roman. That I change his diaper. That I figure out the dynamics of rocking him to settle down and not fuss.
And… I loved it. I enjoyed every second of it, so thrilled that I had met Alexsei. He was so pivotal in being able to encourage me to see this pregnancy not as a punishment, but as a gift. Because of him, I could look forward to the exciting joys of motherhood, not cringe at the fate of being bred.
