CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Fyodor
I pick her up easily, making my way up the stairs to what will now be our room. For so long, we have slept in different rooms, but I am determined to put an end to that today. Anastasia giggles as I tell her that this will be her room henceforth.
“Wait, are you serious?” she asks as I push open the door.
“Dead serious,” I answer as I place her gently on the bed.
I want nothing more than to ravage her right there, but I have to be careful. The last thing I want is to hurt her in any way, yet I desperately want her. It’s almost as if my very survival depends on being with her.
She unzips her gown, and I watch her full breasts drop, and I groan.
I have read how much pregnancy can change a woman’s body and how it really bothers them, but I don’t think the same applies to Anastasia.
To me, she looks even more beautiful than ever before, almost as if the babies are some sort of secret regimen to obtain glowing skin.
“Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?” I ask as I lean closer, my face inches away from her.
“A couple times,” she replies as she bites her lip, definitely teasing me.
I bring my hand to her boobs, pulling gently on the right one, which makes her gasp softly. I can tell that she’s a little sore and that massaging them is something she would appreciate.
“Oh god,” Anastasia moans, her head thrown back as I gently massage both boobs.
“Do you love that?” I kiss her belly as I continue kneading her boobs.
Watching her writhe in pleasure fills me with joy, and I move things forward, letting my hands slip straight into her panties, and I gently caress her clitoris. Like always, a moan escapes Anastasia’s mouth.
“Fyodor,” she calls out, her plea urgent.
“You love that, don’t you?” I ask, leaning closer to her.
Our eyes meet, and in hers, I can tell how much she wants me to take a step further, which is exactly what I do. My finger slides easily into her, and a soft gasp escapes her lips.
“Fuck!” Anastasia utters as I slowly begin to push my finger in, fucking her with just a finger.
Her condition makes it very important that I take things carefully with her, which is exactly what I intend to do. At the last checkup, her doctors had no problems with us getting intimate, but that doesn’t mean that I am willing to push my luck.
My desire to have her hasn’t exactly blocked my reasoning, which is why, for now, till the foreseeable future, I intend to keep things simple.
“Yes… That’s it,” Anastasia moans again as I continue to fuck her even faster with my finger. “I want you, Fyodor. I need you.”
It’s almost an urgent plea, one that expresses how much she wants me, and I won’t be able to deny her; not when she’s this eager for me.
“Are you sure about this?” I whisper into her ear, realizing how desperate she is.
“Yes, you just have to take it easy,” she replies in a rather lustful voice.
Left to me, I wouldn’t want to take chances, but there’s no way I’m able to ignore her pleas. I take off my pants, noticing how Anastasia immediately wraps her hand around my cock, muttering how she has missed it.
She brings her lips to it, planting soft and tender kisses all over it like a delight she thought she’d never see again.
“I need you now,” Anastasia commands, and I love hearing the authority in her tone.
Not wanting to delay any longer, I line up my cock right against her pussy lips, and I slowly penetrate her, pushing in inch after inch just out of concern for her safety. Anastasia doesn’t seem to be worried, as all she’s doing is savoring the feeling of my dick sliding into her.
“Yes… Yes…” she moans the deeper I go. Once my entire length is inside her, I begin to thrust gently.
It’s a little difficult with the baby bump getting in the way, yet making love to my pregnant wife is, in a way, somewhat erotic, and I look at her, noticing how the sight of her enjoying my cock leaves me overjoyed.
“Ohhhhhhh!” she suddenly screams, and I know that she’s close to having an orgasm.
She holds onto the bed for support, and I slow down my thrusts, which seem to be fuel to the burning fire threatening to consume her. Anastasia moans that I shouldn’t stop. Her pussy walls are gripping my cock so tightly that each thrust drives me closer to experiencing my own climax.
“I’m about to come!” she screams right before she tenses up.
I have very little idea if it’s okay for her to experience an orgasm while she’s pregnant, but Anastasia seems to be enjoying herself, seeing how she barely stops thrusting her hips even though I have stopped moving.
“Fuck… Fuck…” she moans softly, opening her eyes lazily. “I needed that.”
Maybe it’s the sound of her voice, or maybe I simply lost myself in her at that moment, but I pick up the pace again, slamming my dick into her at a higher tempo than before while still ensuring that I make love to her gently.
I notice how she seems unusually horny today, and that has me excited. Making her orgasm as much as possible is the goal, and I help her lie on her side, knowing that this is the only comfortable way for me to make love to her now.
Momentarily, guilt rises deep within me that I can’t keep my desire checked, but Anastasia wants me just as much as I want her, and that has its own catastrophic effect on me.
Anastasia suddenly decides to switch things up as she tells me I need to lie on the bed while she rides me. My attempt to tell her that it might be a bit risky for her is met with a reminder that the doctor told her to do yoga exercises, and this counts as yoga.
With my back on the bed, I watch as she prepares to straddle me.
She lifts her body up, and with her hand, she guides my cock into her.
She lets out a soft moan as my entire cock goes into her, and then she places her hand on my chest for support as she begins to move forward.
My hands are on her waist, supporting her, and I realize that Anastasia needs this far more than I do.
Her perky nipples and bulging stomach are a work of art before me.
“I love it,” Anastasia says as she takes her hand away and places it on my legs as she picks up the pace.
She suddenly stops as she leans forward and kisses me, a kiss that lasts for a couple seconds before she continues to ride me again.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I tell her as she giggles.
Suddenly she pauses and leans over; her breaths are heavy, yet she doesn’t stop moving right on top of me.
“Fuck! Fuckkkk!!!!”
I can easily tell that she’s having another orgasm, and with her heavy boobs hanging right in front of me, I bring my face close to them and take one into my mouth, an act that Anastasia actively supports.
Barely have I begun sucking on her boobs when her entire body tenses up again, and Anastasia is moaning loudly, almost as if she doesn’t care who hears us.
“Anastasia,” I call out to her, realizing that her orgasm has hit her hard and she doesn’t know much about the outside world. She makes me hold her hands in the air as she slowly pushes her hips forward, wanting to maximize the sensation.
The grip her pussy has on my cock is enough to start my own climax, and as I gently thrust my hips forward, I let out a loud grunt as my cock throbs deep inside her, releasing my seed into her.
“Honestly, if we continue like this, I’ll get pregnant again,” Anastasia says as she lays right next to me.
Pulling my wife into my embrace, I laugh at her statement before reminding her that she made the moves on me and not the other way around.
“I know; I have been aching for you for way too long.”
I smile at her admission, realizing that just like her, I have missed her way too much. We only spent a couple days away from each other, and it surprisingly feels like it’s been years since I’ve been away from her.
“I’ve missed you so much, Fyodor,” Anastasia tells me.
“Same here, darling, and we have a number of things to catch up on.”