CHAPTER 5
Gavril
I stared at my wife, wondering what was going on in that pretty head of hers. When I had left her asleep in her bed, I hadn’t expected her to wake. It seemed that Naomi was now more tired than ever these days, something that I had immediately looked up online to make sure it was normal for pregnant women to be that way.
Hell, I did more internet searches these days than I ever had, finding myself worried about each little change in Naomi.
I didn’t think this was part of the searches I had done. Never had Naomi asked me to fuck her before, and I wasn’t about to turn her down.
I couldn’t tell her no, even if somebody pressed a gun to my head.
My fingers found the buttons on the shirt she was wearing—my shirt—and I worked to loosen them quickly, baring the breasts that I had touched hours before. These days they seemed fuller, her nipples taking on a darker rose color than before.
I fucking loved them. I couldn’t wait to watch Naomi swell with my child, to watch her figure become fuller and that pregnancy glow start to take effect.
It was only going to make her even more beautiful, and she was all mine. My hands covered her breasts carefully and she drew in a breath, heat flaring in her eyes.
“Is this what you want?” I asked idly, tweaking one of her nipples with my fingers and listening to her sharp intake of breath as a result. It was the fucking sound I heard in my sleep, the one that seemingly came out of nowhere and had me hard as a rock in an instant.
Naomi didn’t know what she did to me. She had no idea what sort of hold she had created over my body, my fucking mind. I wanted to say that I felt powerless when I thought about it, but I didn’t.
Instead, I felt fucking invincible with Naomi like this in my life, and I would change nothing about it.
When she didn’t answer, I lowered my head, letting my teeth graze it instead. “Or this?”
“Gavril,” she gasped, her hands sliding into my hair and holding me there. “Harder.”
My cock roared to life as I felt the wetness seeping from her core and wetting the material of my joggers. The fact that she was soaking wet left me wondering if that was a side effect of the pregnancy.
If it was, I would take it all day long.
I snagged the other puckered nipple with my teeth and growled as Naomi gasped, her hands tugging on my scalp. I fucking loved to make her gasp like that, knowing that no one else could do that to her.
No one would get close enough to do so, not to what was mine.
My hand snaked between us as I feasted on her breast, easing my fingers under the waistband of her panties and sinking into the warm center. Fuck me, she was going to make me spill myself like some overeager teenager with how wet she was!
Naomi whimpered as my finger brushed her clit before she was pulling away from me, my lips making a pop as her movement dislodged me from her luscious breast. “No,” she panted, placing a hand on my chest. “I don’t want gentle. I want it rough.”
Her words surprised me. “Rough?” This was also different. I’d fucked her roughly before, but she’d never asked for it.
Her eyes bored into mine, and I saw no trace of hesitation there. “I want it rough, Gavril.”
Though my cock rose at the thought, I paused. Something had happened for her to ask me like this. This wasn’t normal for her, and though we had only been together for a few months, I knew her tastes. She preferred for it to be more evolving than this.
She loved foreplay. And I loved bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. But this…
“Bend me over and take me from behind,” Naomi added quickly, her hands clenching in my hair and her eyes glazing over with heat. “Don’t you dare be slow.”
“What about the baby?” I asked, swallowing the need to take her hard.
Ordinarily, I wouldn’t pause at the request, but there were other conditions we needed to consider. I’d never fucked a pregnant woman before. Wasn’t she supposed to be sensitive in places?
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Or our child. I didn’t want to do anything that would put her pregnancy, our child, or her in danger. I wanted to put a protective bubble around her for the rest of her time until I was certain that she was going to be all right.
Her pregnancy was more than just part of my plans, and whether Naomi realized that yet or not, I didn’t know.
“Did I fucking stutter?” she ground out, clearly irritated that I would think I could hurt her. “I told you. I want it rough.”
But it sure as hell was going to do a number on me, and in more ways than I could even tell her right now. I shouldn’t think of her welfare or even question what she wanted, but that was the damn softness she had found, the emotions I couldn’t shut off.
“You will tell me to stop,” I demanded as my hands settled on her hips. “If I start to hurt you.”
Naomi leaned forward and nipped at my lower lip. “I won’t get the chance if you don’t shut up and give me what I want, Gavril.”
Well, fuck. How could I turn that down? I forced her off my lap carefully, palming my raging erection as I did so. “Bend over the sofa,” I told her roughly, stroking myself to the point of pain.
Naomi didn’t move for a moment before she realized she was getting what she wanted, and I watched as she bent over the arm of the sofa, baring her ass to me. Even from my vantage point, I could smell her arousal and my balls tightened, wondering what the hell she had been thinking before coming down here to me.
Whatever it was, I hoped it was going to be a reoccurring moment over these next few months.
Pushing down my joggers, I positioned myself behind her, pulling the small scrap of lace aside to bare her naked lips to me. With one hand, I swiped over her slit, coating my fingers with her arousal before I pushed into her, hard and fast.
She stiffened under my intrusion.
For a moment I waited, letting her get used to my heavy weight.
When she bucked against me, I clamped one of my hands on her shoulder and buried myself to the hilt. Naomi’s body clenched around my cock and I groaned, holding her in place for a moment while the need passed. This was what she did to me that no other woman could.
A small whimper escaped her lips, and I thought about stopping. But then she pushed her full round ass against me, and that thought disappeared.
I started pounding into her, and her body shuddered in response to each hard thrust. Naomi only seemed to get wetter and I groaned aloud, reaching around with my other hand to grip her breast tightly.
“Is this what you wanted?” I asked as I slid out of her wetness before pushing my way back in. “Is this what you were looking for?”
Her back arched against me, and she pushed herself deeper on my cock. The whimper turned into a long, torturous note of pleasure. Her hand found my hand on her breast and gave it an encouraging squeeze.
I nearly lost it then; the sound of our bodies slapping together had my own release starting to build. Fuck me, she felt like heaven. Her body warm and willing, her wanton cries drove me insane. Blood pounded in my ears as I picked up my pace, and she cried out in response.
Was this what she was trying to do to me? Drive me fucking crazy and make me want her like this?
“Harder!” she gasped.
I obliged, but evidently, that wasn’t enough for her.