When he lets go of my nipple, the brief moment of cool air that brushes over it leaves me aching for more. But the moment passes as he moves to the other side, giving it the same attention as he resumes his labor.
My legs tremble, but his strong arms hold me in place. Lips make their way down until he kneels before me in the shower. I turn and open my legs to give him better access and see him gazing up at me lovingly.
“You’re going to drown if you stay down there,” I say softly.
“I’d rather drown here than spend another moment not getting a taste of you,” he replies and presses his lips against my aching core.
His tongue, hot and wide, presses against the entirety of my entrance. Each lick sends another ripple of pleasure through my body. My fingers fist in his hair, pulling him closer to give him better access while his hands move up to cup my ass once more.
I can never get tired of this. Lustful cries rise out of my throat as I writhe against his mouth, convulsing with pleasure. I can hear his lips lapping at my wetness even as the water rushes all around. I feel myself being brought to my peak. Each breath becomes deeper. Harder. More ragged.
And then it hits. My eyes roll into the back of my head as pleasure overwhelms me. The strength saps from my legs. Were it not for Pavel holding me up, I might collapse to the floor. A swirling sea of pleasure swells out from deep within my core, and my grip tightens in Pavel’s hair as my hips buck against his mouth. I feel his mouth pull away, and I whimper, begging him to return.
Instead, he covers my lips with his, letting me taste my own desire on his tongue. The tip of his cock slowly spreads open my swollen folds, just enough to draw out another moan in anticipation of what comes next.
“Pavel,” I cry. “Please. Please…”
And that’s all he needs to hear. With a single deft motion, he buries himself to the hilt, spearing me like a hunter and his prey. He pulls back and fills me again. Again. And again. Faster and deeper with each thrust.
I want to bite my lip to keep myself from screaming, but I can’t. I refuse. Scorching heat burns me from the inside out, and even the hot water of the shower feels cool against what Pavel’s cock does to me. I feel like I’m losing my mind, and the only thing I can do is cry out in wanton lust, begging for another release.
“Yes…” I whimper as he picks up his pace. “Yes! YES! YES!”
Pavel becomes my entire world. His hands. His body. His cock. His own ragged breath hanging hot around my ear. Ecstasy overwhelms me, drawing me tight like a string threatening to snap.
“Liya,” Pavel gasps. I kiss him deeply, losing myself to him as one final thrust sends us both over the precipice. My back arches into him, and I feel him lose control. Hot, rhythmic pulses fill me, coating my walls with his seed.
Pavel slowly drops to his knees, and I—with him still buried in me—gingerly follow him down. The shower continues to run, concealing us behind a curtain of steam and water as we embrace each other in the ebbing tide of our shared pleasure.
I’m home.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Pavel
The sun is making its way to the horizon when we finally step out of the shower, wobbly legged, and dry ourselves off. I lie down and watch as Liya blow-dries her hair and puts on a thin negligee, unable to contain the happiness bursting at my seams.
But there’s still one thing I want to show her. One final thing that I need her to see.
“Are you ready to see what else has changed here?” I ask.
“Do you want to eat first?” she asks back. “I’m kind of hungry. And you know what they say about getting between a pregnant woman and food.”
I smile. “Sure. Got any particular cuisine in mind?”
She sits down on the bed beside me and runs her fingers through my hair. “I could kill for some good Indian food. Or a nice burrito from a bodega. Anything to remind me that I’m back in New York.”
“You’re going to have to be a little more specific than that,” I reply.
She snuggles closer, her fingers still combing my hair and her breath tickling my chest. “How about some pizza? You wouldn’t believe how bad the pizzas out west were.”
I give her forehead a light kiss and smile. “Pizza it is.”
Minutes later, the pizza order has been placed, and the two of us continue lying in bed, watching the sun cast its final rays over the city. Across the length of Manhattan, buildings start lighting up. Liya’s hand finds mine, and she settles into my lap.
“I missed this,” she says quietly. “All of this. The penthouse. New York. The skyline.”
She looks up.