Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 52062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Then she leans down and takes me into her mouth.
Holy fuck.
The heat. The wet suction. The way her mouth works up and down my cock. I fist the sheets beneath me and fight the urge to thrust into her throat.
"Holly," I groan. "Solnyshko, you're going to make me come."
She hums and the vibration sends shockwaves through me.
I thread my fingers through her hair, anchoring myself as she takes me apart with her mouth.
When I'm on the edge, when I'm seconds from losing control, she pulls back. Her lips release me with a wet pop, and I nearly growl with frustration.
"Not yet," she says, her voice thick with desire. "I want you inside me when you come."
She stands and strips off my shirt, revealing her naked body beneath. Nine months pregnant, and she's the most beautiful thing I've ever fucking seen. Her breasts are fuller, her belly round and tight with our son. Her skin glows in the lamplight.
I’m so in love with her. So fucking crazy for her.
She climbs back onto the bed, straddling me again. Her hand guides my cock to her entrance, and then, fuck, she sinks down onto me in one smooth motion.
We both groan.
"Bozhe moy," I breathe. "You feel so good."
She's tight and wet and perfect, and the way she's taking me, riding me with her hands braced on my chest, is enough to make me lose my goddamn mind.
Her hips rock against me, slow at first, then faster. She rides me with a desperation that matches my own, her breath coming in short gasps. I grip her hips and help guide her movements.
"Nikolai," she moans. "Oh God, Nikolai."
"That's it, solnyshko. Ride my cock. Take what you need."
Her head falls back, her hair cascading down her back. The sight of her like this—pregnant with my child and lost in pleasure as she rides my cock—is almost too much.
I slide one hand up her body to cup her breast, my thumb brushing over her nipple. She cries out, her soaked pussy clenching around me.
"So close," she pants. "I'm so close."
I shift my hips, changing the angle, and she shatters.
Her orgasm crashes through her, her body trembling as she cries out my name. The sight and feel of her coming undone sends me over the edge. I grip her hips and thrust up into her, finding my own release with a growl that's torn from somewhere deep inside me.
We stay like that for a moment, both breathing hard, her body still joined with mine.
Then she collapses forward onto my chest, careful of her belly, and I wrap my arms around her.
"Welcome home," she murmurs against my neck.
I smile and press a kiss to her temple. "Best welcome home I've ever had."
A short time passes and we decide to take a shower together.
For a moment, we just stand there under the water, letting it wash away the sweat and the heat of what we just did.
Then I reach for the soap and lather my hands.
"Turn around," I say softly.
She does and I begin to wash her. My hands glide over her shoulders, down her spine, across the curves of her hips. I take my time, savoring every inch of her skin beneath my palms.
"That feels amazing," she murmurs.
"Good."
When I'm done with her back, she turns to face me, and I repeat the process on her front. Her neck. Her collarbone. The swell of her breasts. I'm gentle with her belly, my soapy hands tracing the taut skin where our son grows.
"I love you," she says quietly, her eyes meeting mine.
The words still hit me like a punch to the chest. Every single time.
"I love you too, solnyshko. More than anything."
She takes the soap from me and returns the favor, washing me with the same care. Her small hands map the planes of my chest, the ridges of my abs, the scar where I took a bullet for her.
She always lingers there.
"I'm glad you're home," she says.
"Me too."
When we're both clean, when the soap has been rinsed away, I sink to my knees in front of her. The water beats down on my back as I press a kiss to her round belly.
"Hello, little one," I murmur against her skin.
I feel him move beneath my lips, a flutter of motion that makes my chest ache.
"He knows your voice," Holly says, her hand threading through my wet hair.
"Good." I press another kiss to her belly, lower this time. "I can't wait to meet you. Can't wait to hold you. To protect you."
Holly smiles. "You're going to be an amazing father."
"I'm going to try."
I kiss her belly one more time, then rise to my feet. We stand there under the spray, her in my arms, and I think about how much my life has changed in a year and a half.
How it went from empty and cold and bloody, to having a home with a wife and a son on the way.