No one loved me like she loved me, and that was the difference between all the other women that had been in my bed in the past.
Naomi used her legs to push me closer, urging me on, and I obliged, pushing myself into her inch by inch. “Fuck, yes,” she hissed as I filled her until there was nothing left, our bodies seated against each other. “Give it to me, Gavril.”
I grasped her hips and angled her toward me, hitting the spot that I knew she liked so well. “Come all over my cock, wife.”
She whimpered as I withdrew and pushed my way into her again, taking my slow, sweet time with each movement. “You like that?” I asked, my hands flexing at her hips.
“Oh yes!” she cried out, arching her body. “Please, oh God.”
Her begging nearly drove me over the edge, but I held back, gritting my teeth as I did so. With each thrust, I felt myself letting go more and more, knowing that there was no reason to hold back with Naomi.
She was my future, my everything, and nothing she could do to me was going to change that.
Naomi’s eyes met mine, and I could see the haze of need in their depths. “Can I get on top?”
“You want to fuck my cock?” I asked, stilling my movement.
She nodded and I pulled out, rolling onto the bed with my glistening cock jutting out impatiently. “Then have your way with me, wife.”
My wife smirked as she climbed on top of me, her dress falling around my body like a blanket. I could see the outline of our child and it made me smile, reaching out to cup her stomach. “This makes me fucking happy, Naomi.”
Her eyes softened, and she covered my hand with hers. “Me too, Gavril. Me too.”
Emotion tightened in my throat as I saw our hands together on her stomach, guarding the child that would be our future. It was my heir, but I thought of the baby as more than just my heir.
It was a product of something I had done fucking right in my life. “I love you,” I told Naomi, knowing she could hear the impact in my voice. “I fucking love you.”
She leaned down and brushed her lips over mine, moving against my cock with each nibble of my lips. “I know.”
“Fuck me,” I groaned as she swiveled her hips just right, bringing me to the peak of my own orgasm before backing off. Repeatedly, she teased me until I was panting right along with her, on the borderline of begging her for my own release.
“Gavril,” she groaned, her movements becoming faster and more intense as she rocked against me. “Oh, I’m so close.”
Grasping her hips through the fabric of her dress, I helped her find her orgasm before I drilled into her, burying myself in her warmth as I did the same.
Naomi collapsed against my chest and I held her there as our breathing started to return to normal, my heart pounding loudly in my ears. “I could stay like this forever,” she murmured, her breaths tickling my neck.
“I would prefer you naked,” I said lightly, my hand roaming down her back.
She laughed, but made no move to roll off me. “I think I can make that happen.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I held her close, rolling her gently to her side so she would have more room to breathe, given her protruding stomach. “Why don’t I go back to the reception and get us some food?” I offered. “And then we can spend the rest of the night naked in this bed.”
Naomi groaned, tucking her head against my chest. “That sounds like a great plan to me. You are already rocking this husband thing, Gavril.”
I pressed my lips to her forehead, a grin spreading across my face.
Oh, I was going to rock far more than just my new title before the end of the night.
THE END