27. ANDIE
The first thing I feel when I wake up is the slow slide of Nikolai’s hand down my lower belly, the warmth of his body tucked up against me from behind. Still half-asleep, I move back against him, snuggling into him happily.
“Hey,” I murmur, just as his fingers brush over my bush.
“Hey,” he replies, voice low and throaty from sleep.
He presses a kiss into the back of my neck as he kneads my mound gently, coaxing my legs apart as he spoons me lazily.
I can feel his cock moving up my back, hardening as he brings me to wakefulness in the most delicious way possible while the sun streams in through the crack in the curtains just opposite us.
I reach back to cradle his head, holding him against me and letting my eyes drift shut once more as he continues to tug and press against my mound and my lower belly. These kind of mornings have become second nature to me, waking up here in his arms and losing myself to the way he feels against me.
He always sleeps with his arms wrapped around me, holding me close, pulling me tight against him as though he never wants me to be anywhere other than his side again—it’s been like that since I started sleeping in his bed, when he returned me to this place after Max snatched me away.
And most mornings have begun like this too, with his hand resting on my tummy, as though he’s trying to figure out if he’s able to feel the slight curve that announces my ever-progressing pregnancy.
He took me to an exclusive maternity clinic a few days ago to confirm that I’m definitely with child, and I swear, since then, he has been treating me with even more care than before.
I doubt he would have me so much as brushing my own teeth if he could help it, not wanting me to exert myself more than I have to, no matter how much I try to assure him that I’m more than capable of taking care of myself.
He has been all over me since then too—almost as though the revelation that I’m really, truly pregnant has stirred a whole new side of his want for me.
His fingers slip down to my pussy, stirring around my clit softly a few times, and he lets his tongue glide up the back of my neck and toward that almost painfully sensitive spot between my throat and my ear.
I whimper, arching against him, and I can already feel his cock throbbing against the small of my back.
“You smell so good,” he rasps against my ear, sinking his teeth into my lobe and tugging slightly to make me gasp. Okay, so maybe he’s not entirely opposed to a little exertion on my part, after all…
His fingers continue to work in small circles around my clit as he slowly presses kisses up and down my neck, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.
Once he’s sure that he has me good and ready for him, he moves his hand to the inside of my thigh, gently parting my legs so he can move in between them, pressing his erection against my slit from behind as he guides my hips back toward him.
I can feel the nudge of his cock against my pussy, the scorching heat of his head teasing just at the entrance of my slit—and then, in one motion, he pushes himself inside of me, wrapping both arms around me so he can pin me against him.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” he growls in my ear, as he circles his hips against me for a moment.
The fullness makes my vision blur, lashes fluttering as my body contends with the newfound pleasure—waking up to this is a luxury I’ve never known before, coming to consciousness beside a man who wants every inch of me and will do anything to have it.
He presses his head to my neck, so I can feel his teeth graze along my skin as he begins to move into me, entering me slowly like he’s savoring the feel of me around him on this slow, lazy morning.
Pulling back the covers, he continues to fuck me, running one hand along my waist and down to my thighs.
He lifts his head so he can see the two of us moving together, the piston of his cock stroking deep into me where he can watch like he’s making his own personal porno with me as the star.
I steal a glance down, and I can tell how wet I am from here, the slickness glistening on my inner thighs where it has leaked from within me at his touch.
He lets his hand fall to my clit once more, circling it again, this time matching the pace with that of his thrusts so the various pleasures begin to meld together and the heat begins to build in my lower belly.
I have never been this orgasmic before in my life, never made it this easy to get myself off as long as I’ve lived.
I could put it down to pregnancy hormones, but I know it’s more than that, more about the way he holds me, the way he touches me, the way he makes me feel as though there’s nobody else he would want more in the world.
I can hear his breath starting to hitch at the back of his throat as he fucks me, and I take one of his hands, the one tucked beneath me, and draw his fingers to my lips.
I know it drives him crazy, the touch of my tongue on his hand, and I brush his fingertips along my parted mouth, enough to get a reaction, enough to remind him how much he wants this.
He groans, fingers moving with more purpose around my clit, and I plant a slow kiss on his finger like I’m making out with just this tiny scrap of skin I have access to.
The knowledge that I’m turning him on this much, enough that he can’t hold back even waking up next to me, it brings that spiraling pleasure tighter and tighter within me until I can take no more?—
And I come on his cock, my head thrown back, his mouth on my throat and fingers still brushing against my skin as I tip over the edge and into my release.
My body throbs against his, the last vestiges of sleep washed away as he sends that pleasure rushing through every inch of my body.
My toes curl, legs tensing out straight for a moment as it takes hold of every part of me, and I gasp, trying my best to catch my breath as he continues to coax the pleasure out from me, cock moving deep and slow inside me as his fingers graze over my swollen clit.
When he is sure that he has taken me where I need to go, he suddenly moves on top of me, pushing me prone onto the bed and pulling my hips back to meet him without moving his cock from inside me for a moment.
He slides a hand into my hair, pulling it back roughly so he can drive himself deep into me.
The new angle sends another rush of pleasure spinning through me, my orgasm dragging out for just a few more moments as he slams himself deep inside of me a few more times, and I listen to the low, throaty growl he lets out with every movement as he goes closer and closer to his own release…
Then he spills over into it, flexing his hips against mine and finishing just a few moments after I did.
He lets his face sink into the crook of my neck, breathing hard, cock twitching inside me as he fills me with his seed.
There’s something almost animalistic about the way he finishes inside me, as though he’s marking his territory, staking his claim.
He slowly unfurls himself from me once he has well and truly filled me, and eases back, pulling me against him so my head is lying against his bare chest.
He pants as he tips his head back onto the pillow, and I giggle, tracing my hand up and down his chest and feeling the rapid thud of his heart just below my fingertips.
“Well, good morning to you too,” I tease, and he turns to brush his lips over my temple.
It’s crazy to me how tender and sweet he can be right after he just fucked me senseless, but I love these two sides of him. These parts of him that value me deeply, and for completely different reasons.
He grunts in return, and I lay my head on his chest, letting my eyes drift shut for a moment. I know I should be getting up by now, but honestly, when it feels this good, it’s hard to believe that there’s anywhere I belong more in the world.