"Too much?" he asks softly.
"No." I wrap my arms around his neck. "Not enough. I need you inside me. Please."
He groans, presses his forehead to mine. "Hold on."
He stands, strips off his jacket, his tie, his shirt. I watch from the floor, still trembling, as he unbuckles his belt and shoves his pants down. His cock springs free. He’s hard and thick and leaking at the tip, and my pussy clenches at the sight.
"Bed," he says, reaching down to lift me. "I want you in our bed."
He lays me on the mattress, crawls over me, settles between my thighs. The head of his cock nudges my entrance, and I whimper.
"Look at me." He waits until my eyes meet his. "I love you, Lily Morozov."
"I love you too."
He pushes in.
One long, slow stroke that fills me completely. I arch off the bed, gasping, fingers digging into his shoulders. He's so deep, impossibly deep, and I can feel every inch of him stretching me open.
"Fuck." His jaw is clenched, veins standing out in his neck. "You feel incredible. So tight. So wet. So fuckingmine."
"Yours." I wrap my legs around his waist. "Move. Please move."
He moves.
Long, deep strokes that drag against every sensitive spot inside me. He braces himself on one arm, uses the other hand to unhook my bra, toss it aside. His mouth finds my nipple, sucks it hard, and I cry out.
"These are going to get bigger." He switches to the other breast, laves his tongue over the peak. "When the baby comes. When you're full of milk." He groans against my skin. "Can't wait to see it. Can't wait to watch your body change."
"Leonid!"
"You're going to be so beautiful." He thrusts harder, deeper. "Round and full and glowing. All because I put my baby in you."
The possessiveness in his voice makes me clench around him. He feels it, laughs darkly.
"You like that? Like hearing about how I bred you?"
"Yes—" I'm past shame, past embarrassment. "Yes, I like it!"
"Good." He pulls almost all the way out, slams back in. "Because I'm obsessed with it. Obsessed with you. With this."His hand finds my bump, presses flat against it. "My wife. My baby. My fuckingeverything."
He shifts, hooks my knees over his shoulders, folds me in half. The new angle makes me scream. He's hitting spots I didn't know existed, so deep it almost hurts, and the pleasure builds fast—unbearably fast.
"I can feel you getting close." His rhythm turns brutal, relentless. "Going to come on your husband's cock?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"Say my name."
"Leonid!"
"Again."
"Leonid, please, I'm going to—"
"Come." He reaches between us, presses his thumb to my clit. "Come for me, wife."
I fall apart.
