And for me, nothing’s ever been natural or easy.
Until Ravil showed up yesterday, I’d been out of sync with my body for the pregnancy. Between the morning sickness in the early months and then the unquenchable horniness, not to mention growing out of all my clothes and my feet swelling, I wanted to step out of my body. Divorce it.
But now I’m fully in it—more than I’ve ever been—and it feels wonderful.
Ravil lightly tickles his fingertips on my inner thigh as he swirls his tongue around my nipple, then comes off and blows it dry.
“Ravil,” I moan. “Please.”
“I know, kitten.” He sucks my nipple into his mouth, taking a long hard pull on it, like he’s a suckling baby, and I feel the answering tug in my core. “I know what you need.”
“How?” I warble. My brain, as ever, refuses to shut off.
He scrapes his teeth over my nipple. “How do I know? I pay attention, kotyonok.”
I shiver. “S-so, what kind of orgasms do I have?”
“Vaginal,” he answers immediately. “But you like stimulation everywhere.”
My body surrenders to him even more. I register it like a wash of relief, a deepening relaxation. Giving up control has never felt so incredible.
“Ravil?” Somehow it’s easier to talk to him with the blindfold on. With my body under his control.
He kisses around the swell of my belly. “Yes, kitten?”
“What will you do with me?”
I mean after the birth. At least, I think that’s what I mean. I want to know his intentions. Why he’s kissing every inch of my body while holding me captive.
I want to know if he’ll keep me.
And I honestly don’t know how I want him to answer.
“This, kitten.” He holds my knee open and rims my anus. I shriek, squeezing and tightening with the pleasure and taboo of the act.
This. I can’t bring myself to ask again. To clarify. Because I’ve realized I don’t want to know the answer.
And then I lose track of my thoughts because the pleasure he wrings is so blissfully intense I don’t even care anymore.
Ravil
I keep Lucy on the edge of an orgasm for the better part of an hour. I fuck her with a butt plug, suck her clit, use a vibrator with the G-spot curve. I spank her a little. Suck her toes. I go on until she’s practically weeping with need, and then I end my own torture by freeing my cock and pushing into her.
It feels so good not to have to use a condom. To know she’s already carrying my baby. That she’s my only partner, and I hers.
I have to close my eyes and breathe deeply to keep from coming as soon as I’m inside her. “You feel so good, kitten,” I rasp, my accent sounding as thick as when I first moved here.
“Yes, Ravil, please,” she babbles. She lost her mind long ago, reduced to a wanton puddle of beautiful need.
I pride myself on drawing this response out of her, especially knowing how tightly laced she keeps herself. I doubt she ever allows herself this pleasure. Which is why I’m going to make sure she receives it every damn day.
I loosen the tie that holds her wrists to the headboard, so I can put her on her knees, her arms outstretched long above her head like she’s in some kind of yoga bondage pose. I smack her ass because she looks so gorgeous.
“Ravil, Ravil….”
“Lucy. Beautiful Lucy.” I slap her again and slide in once more. The shudder of pleasure is no less in this position. “I love fucking you, kitten. I could do it all night long.”
“No,” she protests, already desperate to get off. “Ravil, please. I need…”
“You need my cock?” I slam in firmly, pressing my loins against the soft curves of her ass.
“Yes!” She sounds impatient.
I grip her hips and take several short thrusts, bumping her ass each time.
She whines. The silky strands of her long blonde hair fan out across her bare back and onto the bed. She looks like a fallen angel.
Debauched by me.
“You need it hard, Lucy?”
She pants. “Um…”
I give her a demonstration, slamming in hard half a dozen times. The moment I stop, she cries, “Yes! Don’t stop! Oh God, please, Ravil.”
I want to torture her more. To make it last longer for my own pleasure. But the combination of her surrender and pleading along with the sensation of being inside her and claiming her fully pushes me to the edge.
“Blyat,” I curse in Russian, my movements becoming rough and wild. I fuck her harder, losing focus on her pleasure, careening into my own. “Lucy.”
“Yes! Oh God…”
I grow dizzy. The room tilts and spins. My balls tighten, thighs quake. I drill into her like I have something to prove. Like this is the moment she will learn to accept me as the rightful father of her child, make room in her life for us to be a family.