Page 186 of Shâhzâdeh

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he sat down on the bed, wrapping my legs around him. “W names, I’ll have to get right on that. And figure out which one of these rooms can be turned into a nursery.”

“Hich zani behtar o kâmel-tar az to barâye man vojood nadâre.” He spoke with even more emotion than normal so I couldn’t just gloss over his words. Especially not with how watery his eyes looked.

“What did you say? It sounded so serious.”

He peppered kisses along my neck arousing me and almost causing me to lose focus on what I’d asked. “Zhat no woman more perfect zhan you exists for me. You were hand-crafted by God himself for me, as I were for you. Zhere is no longer a zhreat from my father’s family. Zhe cloud zhat hung over me my entire life will never be over this baby’s or any we are blessed with after. I am even happier zhey are gone. I feel as zhough we have already given zhis baby an easier start, which is all any parent could want.”

“I want you inside of me.” Hearing him speak life over our child and claim this battle as won shouldn’t have had me horny, but it did.

“My baby have you like zhis?” He was smirking, hands kneading my hips as he pulled me closer so I could feel how hard his dick was. I’d gotten progressively bolder, trying not to be bashful or embarrassed about asking for what I wanted no matter what it was. This man was so devoted he would probably please me in the middle of Uptown if I asked. But then he would kill anyone who looked so we wouldn’t be doing that.

I shook my head as I ran my hands over his bare chest brushing away his hair that sat on his collarbone. I pressed my lips to my name inked there feeling him shiver at my touch. I smiled as I licked my way down his chest, teasing one of his nipples with my tongue until I felt his dick poke me more urgently. He moved me back slightly his lust filled dark brown eyes gazing back at me. I could never get over the way his lashes were so thick he looked like he had on permanent eyeliner.

“No. It’s you. Only you make me want you. Crave you. The taste of your skin, the feel of you stretching me out so perfectly. There is only you for me and me for you.”

“And already we have performed the near impossible. I am not sure if t’is is appropriate, but knowing you have life in your makes you even more sexy to me.”

“It’s probably some weird male pride about procreation but I don’t care. I just want my husband to fuck me.”

He licked his lips and I felt his dick get harder. “When did you get such a filzy mouth,eshgham?”

“Since my husband showed me the beauty in being bad and being bold.” I worked my hips over his still covered length and I could feel my walls weeping with each roll of my hips. The friction was a promise of me getting what I needed and taking a nap.

His hands were tugging my hair exposing my neck as he kissed and licked his way from my collarbone to the shell of my ear. “A lucky man he is indeed.”

“I’m the lucky one.”

We made love slowly, with me feeling as though he were going even deeper than before. Our kisses were more sensual, my orgasms more intense and the passion between us even more awe-inspiring as my husband used his rocket to blast me up to the stars. He talked me through every orgasm in every language he knew until he reached his release.

As always, he kept me close, never moving away from me after I innocently questioned whether he would stay with me after we slept together for the first time. Because of the way our comfort level had increased I wasn’t shy about asking him a question I always wanted to know. “Why do you start to speak a different language while we make love?”

“Because I’m not afraid to speak praise of you in any language. I want you to know in every tongue I know how delicious you taste. How good it feels when I stroke you. When I go deep how I can see zhe precipice of heaven because my Utopia is being here with you buried inside of you and making our bodies one. Zhat loving you, spoiling you, connecting wiz you on every level is zhe most kismet, hallowed, blessed experience I’ve ever felt.”

I was crying now because there was no way to keep it in when someone speaks so beautifully to you and about you. “You’re doing it again.”

“I know. Zhe idea of touching your soul wiz my dick makes him want to prove to you yet again how hard he can make you cum.”

I giggled but he started to kiss himself down my body. “Xerxes—”

“Can he show you how much he idolizes you, Vanya?” He kissed my lips and he hadn’t bothered to remove himself from me so I could feel him get harder as he began to work his hips back and forth. “How his only purpose in life is to feel you rain down on him and zhen fill you up as zhank you for allowing us inside.”

“Don’t stop.”

“Never,azizam. I feel you quivering but I don’t feel any rain. My baby got you tappin’ out on me already?”

“No, you feel good as always.” I could barely think with the way he was moving inside of me and getting me ready to come.

“Oh, zhis just regular dick I’m giving you ziba?” He chuckled arrogantly, his dick going deeper as though he had a point to prove.

“No, it’s perfect. One of a kind. The only one I ever wanted.”

“You speak to my heart as the walls of your pussy clench around me so obediently. And you wonder why I want to cover you in jewels, fuck you until consciousness is a forgotten state of being and fill your belly with my babies. But most importantly, I want to love you fully, completely and perfectly until my last breaz and beyond.”

“Baby!” My orgasm ripped through my body and he stroked me through my walls clenching around him and my legs locked up.

“Che dokhtar khobi(such a good girl).” He muttered darkly as he watched me cum all over him. His strokes sped up, sharper and deeper and his hands went around my neck gently squeezing.

We climaxed together this time, and for a moment I either blacked out or fell asleep.

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