Chapter 30 #2
"Well, that's why I married you, isn't it?
" Mila smiles as I hook my fingers into the lace and pull it down her thighs, letting it fall to the floor.
When she steps out of it, I lift her onto the edge of the table, settling her on the wooden surface with her gown pooled around her waist and her bare legs parted on either side of my hips.
I slide two fingers through the slick heat between her legs. The sound she makes is music to my ears, resonating deep in my chest as pleasure. My fingers glide through her folds, finding her clit, and I press down and start circling while I watch her face change.
"How does that feel?" I ask against her ear.
"Don't ask me questions right now. And don't stop moving your hand."
I circle faster, pressing harder. She grabs my forearm with both hands to hold me in place. Her hips roll against my fingers, her head drops back, and I kiss her exposed throat while I work her clit with steady pressure.
"I want to make you come before I fuck you," I say against her skin.
"Then go faster."
I push two fingers inside her while my thumb takes over on her clit, curling my fingers against the front wall. She whimpers and her thighs clamp around my hips as her hands slide up my arms.
"Right there," she pants. "Keep your fingers right there."
I keep them there, curling and rubbing, and I thrust my fingers in and out of her while my thumb circles her clit. She rocks against my hand, riding my fingers, breathing in quick gasps that come faster and faster.
"You're close?" I ask but I can tell by how her mouth hangs open, eyes wide as she looks right into my face.
"I'm so close. Don't stop."
I press harder with my thumb and curl my fingers deeper and she arches forward in a violent thrust as her body comes loose.
Her mouth opens in a silent scream, thighs trembling, and I feel her pulsing around my fingers, clenching and releasing in waves that go on for at least thirty seconds.
I keep my hand moving through all of it, drawing every last convulsion out of her, until she pushes my wrist away and drops back on her elbows, breathing hard.
"Get inside me," she says. "Right now."
I pull my hand free and undo my zipper. She reaches into my pants, wraps her hand around me, pulls my dick out, and strokes me a few times. I love that look in her eye, the one that says she's all mine and I can have my way with her.
"Good girl," I praise, as she positions me at her entrance and I push forward. The angle is different now with the baby growing, and I'm cautious, not going very deep. But she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me the rest of the way, and I sink into her fully. We both groan at the same time.
"God, you feel good," she breathes.
"You feel better." I grip her hips and start moving, pulling back and pushing in deep, steady strokes that make the table under her creak. She leans back on her elbows and watches me fuck her, her eyes moving from my face to where our bodies are joined and back, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed.
"Harder," she says.
I drive into her with long deep strokes, gripping her hips to pull her onto me as I thrust forward, and she whimpers every time I bottom out.
"You're so deep," she says, her voice now only a whine.
"I want to be deeper." I pull her hips to the very edge of the table and change the angle, tilting her pelvis up, and the next thrust makes her groan.
I reach between us and find her clit with my thumb, circling it while I fuck her, until her elbows give out and she falls flat on her back on the table.
"Oh, God. Roman. Oh, God, that's—"
"That's what?"
"Oh my God, yes, please don't stop."
I work her clit and watch her body respond to every stroke, every press of my thumb. She's tightening around me again, her legs shaking against my hips, and I can feel my own release building at the base of my spine but I hold it back because I need her to get there first.
"Come on now, baby girl," I say. "I want to feel you come while I'm inside you."
She reaches above her head, grabs the far edge of the table, arches her back, and moans, "Rome… yes, now…" as the orgasm hits. She clamps down on me so hard that my rhythm breaks. I groan and drive into her through it, feeling every pulse, every clench, while her body shakes.
I can't hold back at all now. My balls are so tight it's painful.
I bury myself deep and go rigid, pulsing inside her in long hot waves while I groan her name against her neck.
My hands grip her hips hard enough to leave marks.
My body jerks against hers until the last wave passes and my arms are trembling from holding myself up.
When I feel my cum leaking out around my dick, I pull out. My dick springs up, slapping against my stomach, and she snickers, making more cum drain from her.
"We should go back," she says.
"Yes, well, we have to clean up this mess then, don't we?" I ask, tucking my dick away. I zip up as she lies there with her legs spread, then I pick up her panties and use them to mop up her mess before I straighten her skirt and help her sit up. Her hair really is mussed, but she's sexy as hell.
"You're beautiful,” I tell her, kissing her as my hand rests on her round belly.
Then I feel a tiny thump against my hand and a rolling movement.
I pull back and look down at her belly. "Was that—"
"The baby's kicking." She takes my hand and presses it flat against the curve. Another kick lands against my palm and brings a smile to my face.
"That's our baby," I whisper, choked up by emotion.
"That's our baby." She covers my hands with hers. "Apparently not a fan of the table."
"Noted. We'll use the bed next time."
She laughs, and it shakes her whole body. I feel the baby kick again against my right palm and press my forehead against hers, holding my hands on her belly while the kicks slow from thumps to flutters.
"Let's go finish this party so I can take you home, Mrs. Kuzin." I press a kiss to her lips.
"Yes, let's… My back is starting to hurt." She smiles, and it lights up the room. I am the luckiest man alive.