Natalia
What a whirlwind. I’m starting to get too big to move. I’m due soon. Daniel and I have been fixing up our home for the last two weeks. I’ve had to do what I can between letting my parents meet Daniel and getting ready for the wedding. Thankfully, they like him and are excited for the baby. Even Evgenii has warmed up to the idea of having a red-haired little niece or nephew. I feel swept off my feet, planning for the second wedding and working on the house. Most nights, I fall asleep early in Daniel’s arms, but he never complains. He’s so gentle with me.
Today is the day. The traditional wedding from my family. Two weddings to keep the peace. My mom gushes over me in Russian, and I smile. Ivan will walk me again, not my father, because Ivan is the head of the family. However, my father will meet him in front and give me away with Ivan.
Our party is just as raucous as the Irish. It seems my family wants to show that we can be just as much fun. Ronan dances with several of our family members and has brought Molly again. I suspect he likes her but doesn’t want to say.
Then it’s over. The weddings are over, and everyone is instructed to leave us be. We can’t go anywhere for our honeymoon because I’m pregnant, but I don’t want to. I want to finish painting the nursery for when the baby arrives. I already know the gender and will surprise Daniel with it once we’re done painting it today. I mostly sit in the rocking chair in the corner while he paints, keeping him company. I know he’s done when he stands up, stretches, and smiles.
“It looks perfect,” I say as he puts away the paint. “She’s going to love it.”
“I’m sure she will….” He pauses and looks at me with a smile.
“She?”
I struggle to my feet and go to him, my hands on my belly. “She.”
He puts his hands over mine and smiles. “She will need a name.”
“Iris,” he murmurs. “Iris Natalia Quinn.”
I smile and nod. “That’s a good name. I like it. Little baby Iris.”
He kisses me softly and murmurs. “The things I want to do with you…”
“Not tonight,” I murmur as pain shoots through me. “Tonight, we’re going to have a baby.”
They say childbirth is the most incredible pain you can go through, but having been tortured several times in my life, I think it isn’t as bad. Yes, it hurts like hell, and it will be a long time before I want to go through it again, but Daniel keeps my focus on the goal.
Iris, after all the trials and tribulations, is finally here.
***
Several Weeks Later
I lay Iris down in her crib, careful not to make a sound and wake her. She’s been fussing all day and needs to rest.
And I have plans tonight.
Plans to reward my husband for being a fantastic husband and father.
I find Daniel sitting in his armchair in our living room. The fire is going, and he’s reading a book. It’s adorable. I know he’s bored, and I know his balls are ready to burst, waiting patiently for me to be ready.
I’m wearing a pair of panties and a thin robe over that. I walk into the room and sit on the arm of the chair. “What are you reading?’
“Some spy novel, they always get everything wrong…” he doesn’t look up but places a hand on my leg. I stroke his head gently before getting up and standing before him.
“You know, Iris is settled for the night.”
“Hmm.” Still, he doesn’t look up. I smile and try not to laugh.
“Daniel, look up,” I order him, and as he gazes up, I open my robe.
“Iris is settled for the night, and I’m horny.”
Daniel puts his book down and starts to get up, but I stop him. “Oh no, I don’t even want to move. Right here in your armchair is fine.”
He chuckles as I straddle his lap. He softly kisses the middle between my breasts and looks up at me. “I could definitely do this.”
“I thought so.” I smile, running my hand through his hair. I buck slightly when I realize one hand has snaked between my legs and touches my already sensitive clit. I’ve longed for this for so long that I’m already wet. Daniel rubs my swollen nub through the fabric of my panties, and I move against his hand.
“I’m…supposed to be spoiling…you.”
“Yes, you’re doing a great job.” He murmurs as he kisses me deeply. I feel him pull my pants to the side, and he gently runs a finger between the lips of my wet pussy before he inserts it deep inside me. I breathe hard into our kiss and move my hips back and forth.
His thumb massages my clit while he finger fucks me. I press down so I’m not just riding his hand but grinding against his groin as well. He grunts and breaks the kiss. “Get on the carpet.” “In front of the fire, how romantic,” I tease.
I feel empty when his hand leaves me, but I get up and go to the carpet. I lie down as he lowers himself between my legs. I feel his tongue darting in and out and tasting me. I groan and grab fistfuls of the carpet as he shakes his head back and forth with his tongue out, creating an almost vibrator sensation against my clit.
There’s his finger again, probing inside me. I groan and roll my hips as he sucks on my clit.
“Oh god…” I groan. “Yes…”
Another finger inside me. Then he’s moving them quickly, and the wet sound it creates drives me wild, along with the feeling of having him move in and out of me. I lift my hips and try to shut my legs, but he keeps them open as I bite my fist to stop from screaming out my orgasm. He smiles as he gets to his knees between my legs and continues to move his fingers as waves of pleasure wash over me. Then his fingers are gone for a moment, and as I look at him, I realize his hard dick is out.
He slides it into me, but I’m so sensitive, and he fills me to the brim.
“You are so sexy.” He takes my breast in his free hand and starts pumping his hips. “I’m going to make love to you every chance I get.”
“God, the places we’re going to have sex,” I gasp, trying to keep my voice quiet.
He smiles, and his other hand holds my hips. The combination of the heat from the fire and the heat between my legs is unbearable, and I clench around his dick. He moves harder. “Tell me you like it.”
“I like your cock buried inside of me,” I groan, arching my back slightly. “Harder…”
He moves harder, and I can see a thin film of sweat forming on his slightly hairy chest. He hooks his arms under me and lifts me so I’m upright, and he’s sitting back with his legs bent. I shift so my knees are on the floor on either side of him, and he holds me there. I move hard against him to give him as much pleasure as I can muster.
He buries himself in my breasts, and I can feel his cock pulsating; I feel him tensing. I lean in and whisper in his ear, “Come inside me, Daniel, claim me as yours.”
He grunts into my ear and takes my hips, making me bounce up and down. His dick hits me deep and hard and chases another orgasm through me, and I cry a little louder than intended. He pulls me down hard, and I can feel the rush of warm cum inside me. I rest against his shoulder-our naked, sweaty bodies wrapped around each other.
“Want to move this to the bedroom?” I murmur.
“You know we’re going to do this all night,” he says, lifting my face and kissing me softly.
“We do have that hit next week…” I say quietly.
Daniel smiles. “We’ll be together so we can have international sex.”
I laugh, and we untangle ourselves and hurry to the bedroom naked. Ready for round two.
*****
THE END