“You’d be fluent by now if you’d stop seducing your professor.”
I laugh and scoot up so I can straddle his lap, groaning when I feel him start to harden beneath me.
“I can’t help it that my Russian professor is so damn sexy.”
“I should make you recite some noun declensions while I fuck you from now on.”
“Don’t you dare. It’s bad enough you make me count spankings in Russian.”
He laughs and cups the back of my head, pulling me closer so he can give my bottom lip a soft suck. “But look how much your counting has improved.”
I laugh because he’s not wrong. Over the last few months after giving birth to Lev, I’d been pretty hard on myself, and every time I’d put my body down, I’d look over to see Mikhail holding up another finger. Just the memory of it has me rocking my hips against the hard length of him. Spankings from Mikhail might hurt like hell, but, God, does he always make it worth it.
He grips my hips, running his fingers under the waistband of the yoga pants I’m wearing, sending little shivers of pleasure straight to my pussy.
“I love you so much,” he murmurs against my lips in Russian.
“I love you too,” I say, making him smile when I say it in Russian and then add, “Please, Misha.”
“My sweet little thief is always so hungry.” The feel of his teeth gently running over my bottom lip pulls a moan from me, and when he starts to kiss a line down my jaw, I bring my hands to the back of his head, holding him closer.
When I tug at his shirt, he laughs and gives my earlobe a soft bite.
“And impatient.”
I smile because he’s right. I can’t help it, though. He drives me crazy, and I’m always desperate to be as close to him as possible. The six weeks after I’d had Lev had seemed like forever, not that I’d been feeling particularly sexy during that time, but I’d missed the connection with him, looking into his eyes while he’s firmly seated inside me, and knowing that we’re as close as two bodies can be. I’d longed to have that back, and as soon as the doctor had given the okay, we’d grabbed a bottle of lube and crawled into bed, both of us starving for the other.
He leans up so I can pull his shirt off, and when my fingers graze his bare skin, I let out a moan and bring my lips to his. Fisting my hair, he holds me still while he kisses me slowly, forcing me to go at his pace as he savors the taste and feel of me.
By the time he pulls back, my eyes are heavy-lidded and I’m already halfway to my orgasm. He smiles at the look on my face as he pulls my shirt up and then makes quick work of my bra. My breasts are still a size bigger than usual thanks to nursing, and Mikhail’s eyes darken at the sight of them.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers against my skin, kissing a trail along my chest.
“You’ll be so sad when these go back to normal,” I tease, but he tightens his grip on me and growls, “Never,zaichik. You’re perfect to me no matter what changes your body goes through.”
When he runs his tongue over one taut nipple, I let out a whimper and lift my ass up as he roughly tugs on my pants. My greedy hands go straight for the button on his jeans, and with a smile, he helps me out and gets naked before I straddle him again. He grabs a condom from his jeans, but I still his hands and press the head of his cock against my soaking wet slit.
“Please, Misha, just for a second.”
He groans and digs his fingers even harder into my hips. “You are absolute temptation, sweetheart, and you make me constantly have to use every ounce of willpower I possess.”
I run my tongue over his lips and smile when he slowly lowers me onto his cock, feeding it to me one thick inch at a time until he’s fully inside me and my whole body is humming with pleasure.
“As if I could ever deny you anything, Mrs. Fedorov,” he whispers against my lips, groaning when I start to move, rocking my hips and sliding along his length, savoring these few minutes when nothing separates our bodies and it’s just skin on skin.
He kisses me hard, keeping a tight grip on my hips, helping me find my release and giving me this gift, even though I know it’s costing him dearly. I can feel how tense his body is, how badly he wishes he could just let go, but he holds back, watching me when I moan his name and come around him, clenching him tightly as he digs his fingers in even harder and holds back for me, protecting me from a pregnancy that would be far too soon for both of us.
“Misha,” I moan against his lips, my whole body shaking as my pussy continues to pulse around his thick length as aftershocks run through me.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He kisses me as I shudder for the last time, and as soon as I take in a shaky breath, he growls and flips me onto my back, sliding out just long enough to roll the condom on before he’s slamming back into me.
“Fuck, baby,’ he groans, thrusting into me hard and fast as my tits scrape against his chest and my body quickly flares back to life.
I cling to him, lost in absolute ecstasy as my husband fucks me like a man possessed, and I happily take everything he wants to give me. When I start to scream his name, he kisses me hard, muffling the sound and circling his hips, making my eyes roll back in my head at the different sensations thundering through me.
With a deep groan, he lets go, pulsing inside me and spreading me even wider. I cup his beautiful face, resting my forehead against his as he gives one last thrust before stilling. He keeps himself buried inside me while he kisses me and gets himself back under control.
“God, I love you,” he says with a soft laugh.
“I love you too.” I kiss him again and smile when he rests the side of his face on my chest while I run my fingers through his hair. We hold each other, the Russian movie still playing in the background, but all my attention is on the gorgeous man lying on top of me. I run my foot over his toned ass and smile even bigger when he laughs and gives my chest a kiss. I’m completely and utterly spent and happier than I ever thought possible. With my husband in my arms and our baby asleep right above is, I have everything I need. Breaking into the Bratva boss’s house was the best decision I ever made, and every day I wake up grateful that he caught me in his closet and refused to let me go. I hold him tighter, excited and thrilled to spend the rest of my life at Mikhail’s side. I know that things are just going to keep getting better and that in a few years Lev will have a little brother or sister and our family will just keep getting bigger and filled with more and more love. It’s going to be a beautiful future, and I can’t wait to enjoy every second of it.