“I think that’s a grand idea,” she said slowly, though she wasn’t sure if she really believed that herself.
Much to her surprise, he didn’t respond, not with words, anyway. Instead, he moved toward her and pulled her close to him, kissing her passionately. Whether it was loneliness or the hormones that seemed to be raging through her body as a part of the pregnancy, she wasn’t sure, but she gave into it whole heartedly, kissing him back furiously.
His body pressed against hers, pinning her to the wall beside the bed, his mouth finding its way into hers and kissing her deeply again. His tongue was familiar now, his smell, his taste - but he still excited her in a way that no man ever had before. They wasted no time, wiggling out of their clothes as they continued to kiss and nibble their way across one another’s skin.
Yakov’s hands found their way to her breasts, kneading them between his fingers as they continued to ravage one another. Finally, his hands drifted down and around her to grab her ass, pulling her up and impaling her with his heavy cock. Her back slid up and down the cool feel of the wallpaper behind her as she wrapped her legs around his waist and rode him, using the wall for leverage to grind her hips forward, pulling him in deeper and deeper.
Her tits rubbed against his chest, creating more delicious friction that drove her mad. She watched his face, listened to his grunts and groans. He was beautiful like this, completely uninhibited . . . wanton. Leaning in, she kissed him again, their mouths hot on one another, searching for something that might not be there. This was passion. That might be all it was, but it was perfect in its own way.
Yakov buried his cock into her to the hilt, caused her to cry out and him to hesitate, looking at her with a fearful look as if he thought he had hurt her.
“No, no. Don’t stop,” she panted, digging her nails into his back.
It was all the incentive he needed to pick up his pace, slamming into her harder and faster until they both exploded almost simultaneously. That was it. Finally. She had gotten the perfectly synced ending she had wanted with him. Some people might think it odd that something like that would even matter, but to her, it was like winning the lottery. With a loud groan, Yakov pulled free of her, lifting her off of his dripping cock and holding onto her waist while she regained her footing on the floor below.
She waited for him to announce his shower, but instead, he leaned in and kissed her, softly, featherlike. It wasn’t like his usual urgent, needful kisses. This was one of affection or what passed for affection with him.
“Time to shower,” he said and she nodded, trying not to feel the disappoint that once again reared its ugly head.
They had made progress, sure, but he still ran for the shower after every sexual encounter. It took away the magic and more importantly, it made her feel dirty. It was as if he had to get her funk off of him before he was somehow infected by it. She leaned against the wall, his sticky come running down her thighs. She didn’t feel dirty, even like that. Why did he? As he turned and picked up his clothes off the floor, she was surprised to find him stacking them on a nearby chair.
He turned back to her and smiled.
“Well, are you coming?”
“What?”
“I thought we might shower together,” he told her.
Aileen tried to hide her shock and remain her cool rather than bounding across the room in elation. Instead, she slowly walked past him and went into her bathroom to turn on the shower for the water to get warm. Yakov joined her, slipping beneath the steamy water and motioning for her to come in. They took their time, washing one another from head to toe and getting frisky again, which resulted in her on her knees beneath the water giving him what she hoped was the best blowjob of his life.
There was an old saying that the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, but Aileen disagreed. The way to a man’s heart was on your knees.CHAPTER TWENTY-THREEAileen woke up feeling on top of the world after her night with Yakov. She was surprised to find that he wasn’t gone, but still sprawled out and sleeping peacefully on the pillow beside her. She was even more surprised that she didn’t feel sick today. Perhaps the supplements the doctor had given her were doing their job and that part of this was past. She certainly hoped so, anyway.
She sat up, prepared to quietly slip out of bed, but his arm caught her and pulled her back down to him, nuzzling against her. “Don’t go,” he mumbled.