Millie
It takes a few days for me to leave the hospital, but Viktor doesn’t leave my side the entire time. He treats me like royalty, running to the vending machines and the dining area whenever I ask for anything at all.
He’s so attentive that my time in the hospital is bearable, though I still want nothing more than to return to my real home with him. I’ve missed him and the penthouse so much, and the thought of finally being able to go back has me chomping at the bit to leave.
When I’m finally released, Nikolai offers to drive us back so that Viktor can hold me in the backseat.
I’m still pretty sore from the crash, but nothing vital was injured, and the baby is healthy. That’s all I could have asked for as far as ideal outcomes.
Viktor offers to carry me to the elevator when we finally arrive, but I insist on walking as far as I can to keep myself from deconditioning like the doctor said. I know he admires my determination, even if he would rather carry me around in his pocket.
The first thing I notice about the penthouse when the elevator doors open is the familiar scent of home. It’s faint, but the air carries a sweet, slightly spicy smell that hits me instantly. I’m reminded of the first time I came here, the danger and uncertainty of my relationship with my landlord after such a spontaneous hookup.
It’s so strange how much has changed since then. I’m tempted to fling myself onto the carpet just to feel it on my skin again like I did the first time I stayed here. I’m so overwhelmed with joy to be home that I can’t even think to just resign myself to bed like the doctor told me to.
However, Viktor’s cautioning is enough to convince me to do what I’ve been told for the sake of the baby. “Let’s just get you to rest for a while.
After that, you can walk around,” he says.
I smile at him, feeling the warmth of his words in my soul. “Okay,” I reply, allowing him to lead me into the bedroom.
*
Millie
Viktor lays me down, and I dissolve into the cool, silky sheets, just like I’ve missed so much as I’ve fallen asleep so often in my aunt’s guest bedroom. The sound of the fan is the only thing I can hear, and I close my eyes to enjoy the silence when I feel Viktor climb into bed next to me.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, leaning over and kissing my cheek and ear.
I roll myself onto my side, feeling my tiny new belly laying into the blankets. “I feel amazing. I mean, all things considered,” I reply, taking his hand and putting it on my cheek. I turn my head to kiss his palms, nibbling his fingers slightly as a tease.
Even with the pain, with everything that’s happened, I can feel myself responding to his body being so close to mine. At first, I want to fight it, to rest. But I know I can’t deny him, not even if I try.
His hand wanders down to my right breast, stroking it delicately. His touch is enough to make my nipples hard, especially as he grazes his finger along my skin. The anticipation of feeling more of him is already growing, and I’m anxious to feel his body against me again.
I thought about him so often when I was gone. There were so many dreams of him, so many times I woke up near orgasm just from the memory of our times together. He’s had such a hold on me from the moment we met, and now I get to experience him all over again.
I moan lightly as he leans in to kiss my neck, taking his time to suck along my shoulder and working his way over to my collarbones. I haven’t been kissed like this since the last time we had sex, weeks ago now, and he knows exactly how to drive me crazy.
His tongue is warm against my skin, and I feel the heat growing between my legs as I begin to crave his mouth on my pussy. Feeling him sucking on my clit and kissing along my lips and thighs was my most recurring fantasy during my time away from him.
The longer I spent away, the worse my cravings for him became.
After leaving a little kiss on my sternum, he moves downward and kisses my belly, starting at the top and working his way down. He’s never kissed my belly like this before, and I never knew how much I liked it until now.
When he reaches my panty line, I’m nearly trembling with anticipation. I want to beg him to rip my panties off and fuck me like he needs me, like he spent every night missing my body more than anything on the planet. I need to feel needed by him, and I have a feeling he’s about to show me exactly how he’s felt this whole time.
But I know I can’t ask him to be so rough. I doubt he would, and it’s not good in my condition. We have to take things a little slower this time.
He slowly pulls my panties down, just enough to reveal the beginning of my slit. He takes his time kissing the area around my clit, moving into the groove of my legs as a tease whenever I press my hips into his face.
He loves when I show him how much I want him, and if it isn’t evident enough already, I don’t know how much more obvious I could be unless I screamed and begged him to fuck me.
The first swipe of his tongue along my pussy makes me gasp, and I start to pull my underwear down the rest of the way before he stops me.
“No, you made me wait all this time, now I’m going to make you wait. I want you to be as tortured as I was,” he whispers, kissing my pussy through my panties where they’re stuck to me.
“Please don’t, I’ll do anything,” I beg, my voice breathy and desperate enough to make me self-conscious. I’ve suddenly unraveled into such a submissive little thing, someone I’d never seen myself become before with anyone else. Viktor brings it out of me, creating a needy puddle of a woman whenever he does so little as kiss me goodbye.
His mouth continues working along my labia, slowly flattening his tongue along my clit, and alternating between biting and sucking me as I squirm under him. He holds me still, teasing me about how restless I get when I’m horny like this. Pregnancy has brought out the most intense arousal I’ve ever experienced.
When he finally slips my panties off, I moan out loud as I feel his whole tongue along my pussy. He slides his fingers inside of me, moving them slowly but firmly against my inner walls as he focuses on stimulating my clit.
Even just feeling his fingers inside me sends my memories scattered back to the first time we had sex, the way his huge cock slid inside of me so easily even though he’s the biggest I’ve ever had. I was so wet for him then, and my desire for him has only grown more and more insatiable as time goes on. I’ve never experienced such a need for another human in my life.
He’s gentle, careful not to move me too aggressively, but he applies just the right amount of pressure to bring me close to orgasm within minutes. Even on my own, it takes me at least fifteen minutes to cum, but with Viktor, it’s impossible not to.
I spread my legs apart farther, feeling all the blood rushing down to my pussy as I become increasingly more desperate to cum.
“Are you going to cum for me?” he asks, pulling away and smirking a bit at my struggle.
Before I can answer, his mouth returns to my throbbing clit. Within moments, I’m nearly convulsing in ecstasy, like I’ve been deprived of true joy for so long that I’ve lost my tolerance and overdosed. I nearly go deaf as my body is flooded with chemicals that I’d grown so used to before I left, and I curse myself for ever removing Viktor’s presence from my life.
As I’m coming down from the aftershock of my orgasm, he works his way back up my body, kissing my belly again and biting my nipples playfully before I feel his cock enter me for the first time in weeks.
Even though I’ve grown used to the size of him, I’m still surprised at how much of him I can feel as my pussy wraps around him.
“Did you miss this?” he whispers in my ear, sliding the rest of his length into me until he’s pressing against my cervix.
My only response is a whimper as he begins to move in and out, massaging the head of his dick against the inside of my warm, wet pussy. With each pulse, I can feel every inch of him sliding against my vaginal walls, even down to his thick veins.
He’s careful not to hurt me as he repositions himself, lifting my legs up and bracing them against his shoulders. He slides even deeper, and I whimper out loud again as I feel myself growing desperate to cum again.
“Please cum for me, baby,” he says, angling his hips to hit me deeper and harder as he increases his speed.
I can hardly even speak at this point. All I can do is take it, feeling him make love to me like he’s never done before. It’s as if he really, truly missed me.
I feel the swell of my orgasm building and building until it overtakes me mercilessly, and I cum all over his cock as he pushes deep inside of me. I grab him to bring him back down to me, making him fold me in half and penetrate me deeper until he cums inside of me.
My pussy feels swollen and warm, but it’s a feeling I’ve missed intensely since I left. I would let Viktor fuck me for days and days if my body was able to take it. He makes me desire an inhuman amount of pleasure that only he can give me.
He lies next to me, wrapping me up in the blanket and kissing my forehead gently. “You need to get some actual sleep now. I hope that helps,” he says with a soft, throaty chuckle.