Page 51 of Triplet Babies
“I love the sounds you make.” His breath is warm against my throat. “The little gasps and the way you say my name.”
He moves lower, pressing kisses to my collarbone, and then lower still. When he reaches my breasts, he doesn’t rush. Instead, he teases me, placing soft kisses all around but not quite where I want him most.
I arch toward him. “Yarik, please.”
He looks up at me with dark eyes, clearly enjoying my frustration. “Please what?”
“Touch me. Properly.”
He smiles wickedly and finally closes his mouth over one nipple, making me cry out. He takes his time here too, using his tongue and teeth until I’m writhing beneath him, my hands fisted in his hair.
When he switches to the other breast, I nearly come apart from the sensation. He seems to know exactly how much pressure to use, exactly how to make me desperate for more, and with me being more sensitive from the pregnancy, I swear I could come just from his mouth on my nipples.
“You taste like heaven.” His words vibrate against my skin. “I could do this for hours.”
I gasp, not sure I can last that long. “Hours?”
He looks up at me with a wicked grin. “We have all night.” He continues his slow exploration, kissing and nibbling his way down my ribs and across my stomach. He pauses at my navel, dipping his tongue inside and making me jump at the unexpected sensation. Amusement colors his voice. “Sensitive?”
My admission comes out breathless. “Everything’s sensitive when you do it.” I still for a moment, suddenly worried he’ll notice something different about my stomach. It feels firmer to me, but there’s not much of a noticeable protrusion yet, so I try to relax. That proves easy when he chuckles and continues lower, pressing kisses to my hip bones and the sensitive spots where my thighs meet my torso. When he finally settles between my legs, I’m already trembling with anticipation.
Even here, he doesn’t rush. He starts with soft kisses to my inner thighs, working his way closer to my pussy but not quite getting there. By the time he finally uses his tongue, swiping up my slit, I’m nearly sobbing with need.
My back arches off the bed. “Yarik…”
He hums against my clit, and the vibration makes me shudder. He explores me thoroughly, relearning what makes me gasp and moan. When he slides one finger inside me while continuing to tease my clit with his tongue, I nearly scream.
“So wet for me.” The words rumble against my sensitive flesh. “I love how responsive you are.”
He adds a second finger, then a third, stretching me carefully while his tongue works magic on my clit. I’m getting close, relishing that familiar tension building low in my belly.
Sensing how close I am, he pulls back, leaving me gasping and desperate. “Not yet.”
I glare up at him, temporarily lost in anger and need. “Yarik, please, I need?—”
He chuckles. “I know what you need.” He moves up my body, settling between my thighs. “I want to be inside you when you find it.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “Yes. Please.”
There’s no barrier between us this time. It’s just skin against skin as he enters me slowly. The sensation is incredible, with heat, pressure, and perfect fullness that makes us both groan.
He rests his forehead against mine. “Bozhe moy. You feel...”
I roll my hips slightly, making him hiss. “What?”
“Like home.” The honesty in his voice makes my chest ache with emotion.
We move together slowly at first, savoring the sensation of being completely connected. He sets a gentle rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, each thrust deep and deliberate.
I whisper against his lips, the words coming even easier this time. “I love you.”
He doesn’t say it back, but he kisses me more deeply, with desperate hunger that seems to relay the depths of his emotions. Or maybe I’m fooling myself, but I don’t care right now.
The emotion between us builds with the physical pleasure, each movement bringing us closer not just to climax but to something deeper. When the gentle pace becomes too much to bear, I dig my nails into his shoulders. “Faster. Please.”
He responds immediately, increasing the rhythm until the bed creaks beneath us. I’m on the verge of another climax and arch frantically against him.
“Come with me.” His breath is hot against my ear when he reaches between us to touch my clit. “I want to feel you.”
