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When he settled between her thighs, she barely had time to inhale before his mouth closed around her clit, sucking with exquisite pressure. She cried out, threading her fingers through his hair.
“Oh! God, Fedya—” He licked her like he was starving, his tongue curling inside her before he replaced it with his fingers again, stroking her from the inside while his mouth worked her clit with relentless precision.
Her body trembled beneath him, helpless. “I want you to come for me,” he said, voice rough against her. “Give it to me.” Her orgasm hit hard, hot, and overwhelming, ripping through her like a shockwave. Her thighs clamped around his head, and her cries echoed through the room.
Fedya didn’t stop. He licked her through it, dragging out every aftershock until she was panting and half-limping. He crawled up her body, kissing her thoroughly, letting her taste herself on his lips. His cock throbbed between them, hard and leaking.
“Do you want me inside you?” he asked, voice dangerous now, possessive. She nodded eagerly, pulling him in. He lined himself up and slid in deep, inch by inch, groaning as her warmth enveloped him. “Fuck… always so tight.”
Maeve wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tilted her hips, locking her legs around him. “You’re everything,” he whispered, stroking into her slowly. “Everything I never knew I needed.” They moved together, their rhythm slow at first, then growing sharper.
Each thrust hit deeper, her body molding to his. He cradled her belly with one hand, the other braced against the headboard. He was careful, but not gentle; he knew how much she craved the edge, the overwhelming, consuming fullness of him.
He lifted her leg over his shoulder, angling deeper. Her moans turned frantic, her nails dragging down his back. “Harder,” she begged. “Please…”
“Look at you,” he growled. “So full of me.” He drove into her harder now, faster, until the bed rocked beneath them. She sobbed his name as her body shattered again, this time harder, more intense. He chased her over the edge, following with a hoarse groan as he spilled inside her, hips grinding as if he could push even deeper.
They stayed tangled like that, his forehead pressed to hers, their breaths ragged. Fedya kissed her nose, her cheeks, her damp forehead. “Still nervous about today?” Maeve shook her head slowly. “Not with you here.”
“Good.” He pressed his hand protectively over her stomach. “Because you’re going to be the best mother these babies could ever ask for.”
Lazily. Like he couldn’t help himself. “Fedya,” she breathed, eyes fluttering open. “You feel too good,” he said, voice dark with need. “Let me stay inside you a little longer.” His hand slid over her hip, his other palm returning to her breast, cupping the fullness like he was rediscovering it.
Her nipples were flushed, still sensitive, and she gasped when he rolled one between his fingers. “I missed your body,” he said, grazing his teeth along her jaw. “You’ve been tired lately. You sleep so much. And all I want is to hold you like this. Touch you. Worship every inch of you.”
Maeve’s body responded even as her heart did. He was so overwhelming, sometimes always so sure, so in control, but here, he was soft. Reverent. “You make me feel beautiful,” she whispered. “You are,” he said fiercely. “More than ever.”
He kissed her again, deeper this time like a promise. Then, carefully, he pulled out, watching his release slip from her, catching it on his fingers and gently sliding it back in.
“You keep everything I give you,” he said roughly. “Even now.” She moaned at the filth of it—and at how much she loved him for it.
***
An hour later
“Everything looks great,” Doctor Fen nodded, his eyes fixed on the screen. He glided the ultrasound wand across Maeve’s small bump. “Very strong, healthy heartbeats.”
Fedya squinted his eyes on the monitor as the soft, rapid sounds of his baby’s heartbeats filled the room. They’d spent nights arguing over baby names and concluded they were tooeager to find out the sex of their baby. So here they were, Fedya standing and staring at the monitor like he could make out anything while Maeve lay on the bed, staring at the gel on her stomach.
“Well,” Fen said with a slight chuckle, “I hope you two like surprises.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
They said at the same time, the latter response belonged to Fedya.
Maeve leaned up slightly, biting her lip in anticipation. “So what’s the surprise?”
“Twins,” Fen said, turning the monitor slightly as he tapped on the screen. “You’re having twins. One boy and one girl.”
Fedya glanced at his wife, unable to hide the excitement on his face. Maeve’s eyes were brimming with tears as she nodded, like she was tucking the information away in her heart. She had been crying a lot these days, and now, still trying not to cry, she pointed in the direction of Fedya’s hips.
“He’s really good at what he does.”
“Alright, that will be all for now,” Fedya grinned, choosing to ignore what his wife had decided to say instead of anything else. “She says a bunch of stuff when she’s hungry. These pregnancy cravings scare me, you know.”
Doctor Fen flushed. “Congratulations. I’ll print out the pictures for you.”
