Page 64 of Triplet Babies
She looks down at our joined hands, her voice so quiet I have to strain to hear it. “I’m scared.”
“Of Alex?”
“Of everything, of him finding me, what that means for you, and how complicated this is all becoming.” She looks up at me with tears threatening to spill.
I bring her hands to my lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “Let me protect you. Let me help.”
She starts to say something, then stops, biting her lower lip like she’s holding back words. There’s something else she’s not telling me, but before I can ask, she steps closer and slides her hands up my chest.
“I don’t want to talk about Alex anymore tonight.” She starts tugging at the buttons of my shirt, and I catch her wrists gently. “What aren’t you telling me?”
She looks up at me with eyes that are too bright, too desperate. “Nothing. I just need you right now. Can’t that be enough?”
Before I can respond, she rises on her toes and kisses me, pouring something almost frantic into the contact. I taste her fear and need, and underneath it all, something that feels like goodbye.
I pull back, studying her face. “What’s really going on?”
Instead of answering, she drops to her knees in front of me, moving her hands to my belt. The sight of her looking up at me from that position, vulnerable and determined at the same time, makes me stop breaking for a second. “Sarah...”
“Please.” She unbuckles my belt with steady fingers despite the emotion in her voice. “Let me do this. Let me take care of you for once.”
There’s something in her tone that stops my protests. She needs to feel like she has some control in a situation that’s spiraling beyond her grasp. I thread my fingers through her hair as she works my pants open.
When she takes my cock in her mouth, it feels warm and perfect. I have to brace myself against the wall behind her. She takes her time, using her tongue and lips in ways that make my vision blur. There’s an intensity to it that goes beyond physical pleasure, like she’s trying to memorize every detail. “Christ, Sarah.” The words come out rough and broken.
She hums around me, the vibration making me groan, and takes me deeper. When she looks up at me, her eyes are dark with want and something else I can’t quite identify that looks almost like desperation.
I’m close to losing control when she pulls back, standing and taking my hand to lead me toward what I assume is her bedroom. The space is small and cozy, with soft lighting and a bed covered in cream-colored linens. She turns to face me, and her hands are shaking slightly as she reaches for the hem of her sweater.
I cover her hands with mine, stilling them. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not up for it tonight.”
“I am.” She looks up at me with fierce determination. “I need you, Yarik. I need to feel something other than fear.”
I understand that need, the desire to lose yourself in sensation until the rest of the world disappears. I’ve used sex the same way more times than I can count, though never with someone who mattered the way she does.
This time, I help her undress, taking my time with each piece of clothing until she’s standing before me in nothing but pale pink underwear. She’s beautiful in the soft lamplight, all curves and smooth skin that begs to be touched.
When I reach for the clasp of her bra, she catches my hand. “The lights.”
“Leave them on. I want to see you.”
She hesitates then nods, letting me unhook the bra and slide it down her arms. Her breasts are fuller than I remember, and I wonder briefly if it’s my imagination or if she’s put on weight. Not that it matters. She’s perfect regardless.
I start at her neck, pressing soft kisses to the pulse point that drives her wild. She tilts her head back, giving me better access,and I take advantage by trailing my tongue along the delicate curve where her neck meets her shoulder.
“You taste incredible,” I murmur against her skin, feeling her shiver beneath my touch.
My hands map every inch of her, from the soft curve of her waist to the swell of her hips. When I reach her breasts, I notice again how full they seem and more sensitive than before. The moment my mouth closes over one nipple, she arches off the bed with a gasp that goes straight to my cock.
“Oh, Yarik.” She tangles her hands in my hair, holding me against her. “That feels...”
“What?” I look up at her flushed face, then blow gently across the wet peak, making her squirm.
“Different. More intense.”
I file away that information, focusing instead on lavishing attention on both breasts until she’s writhing beneath me. Her nipples are darker than I remember, more responsive, and I wonder again if something has changed. Not that it matters right now. All that matters is the way she responds to my touch.
When I finally settle between her thighs, she’s already trembling with need. I take my time here too, using my mouth and tongue to map every fold and sensitive spot in her pussy that makes her cry out. She tastes sweeter than before, and I lose myself in the act of worshipping her with my mouth.
