Chapter 213

Russo’s POV

Lisa tipped her head, taking in my kiss. All sorts of soft and beautiful feelings welled up inside me, begging for an outlet. Our kiss quickly became more passionate as I tried to express myself.

I had never loved anyone more than I did at that moment. The gift Lisa had given me, even without meaning to, was something that I couldn’t express in words. I wanted to show her how much she meant to me, how much this child meant.

“Wait a sec.” I stopped, pulling away from her.

“Yes?” Her gaze was so sexy it hit like cupid’s arrow, slamming through my heart.

“I really, really want to sleep with you right now,” I said. “But . . . do you think it’s okay? We won’t hurt the baby, will we?”

Lisa burst out in wild giggles. “No. I don’t think we’ll hurt the baby. Nature does a pretty good job of protecting everything inside me. In fact, I’ve heard that birth experts say if your baby is overdue and you’re looking for a natural way to induce labor, an orgasm will do the trick. So, if you can have sex that late, why not now?”

I wrinkled my nose. The whole topic made me uncomfortable. “I don’t know that I’ve ever heard you can boot a kid out with an orgasm. Then again, I admittedly don’t know that I’ve ever given much thought to somebody being pregnant.”

“Well, I’ve heard it,” Lisa assured me.

“I believe you. I suppose if you can give your partner some relief and coax the new baby out by having an orgasm, then that sounds like a good way to do it to me.”

Lisa giggled again. “Should we practice?” Slipping her hand down the front of my pants, she cradled me.

I very quickly went from mildly aroused to extremely aroused. She gripped my shaft, gently pulling back and forth as I stiffened in her grip.

My first instinct was to tip my head back and invite her to put her mouth on me and suck me off, or at least get started that way. But leaving her to pleasure me wasn’t a good way to show my gratitude. I needed to focus on giving her pleasure, so I’d need to hold my excitement back for the time being.

I pulled her hand out of my pants and slid off the couch. I shuffled in front of her, pushing her knees apart, and tucked her skirt up out of the way. Today, at this moment, I would do everything for Lisa’s pleasure.

As a man, I could get mine, regardless of how much effort I spent on her. But I wanted to see how many times I could get her to orgasm.

Fully prepared to enjoy, Lisa shifted her hips forward to the edge of the cushion. I obliged, bending to place my head between her thighs. I tucked my tongue into the folds and crevices of her intimate spot. Lisa whimpered and wiggled against the slow strokes of my tongue along her clit and the lips of her entrance.

I marveled at these spaces with new interest. The contours down here had always been a pleasurable place to be, but now I thought of them as something far more amazing. These spaces . . . these actions . . . we could create a life with them . . . had created life with them.

And just out of reach of anything that I could do to her, a tiny life, my fae child was growing and waiting to come into the world.

“Don’t peek, baby,” I thought. “I’m going to give your mommy some pleasure.”

Lisa tightened her grip on the back of my head, moaning in time to my licking. I put my hands on her thighs to help hold her still while I worked at her. I let myself follow the lead of her body, setting the pace that she desired.

Finally, she cried out, tugging at my hair as she tried to get me inside her. I pushed away.

“I’m not penetrating you this time,” I panted. “Soon.”

Next, I stuck my fingers inside her wet and ready tunnel. I rubbed at her clit with one thumb, and at the same time, I pushed the fingers on my other hand deeper inside. She dropped sideways, so she was lying on the sofa. Gripping the cushions with white knuckles, my love gyrated her hips, pressing herself against my hand.

I worked faster and faster, rubbing her sensitive nub with my thumb and pressing the fingers inside against her G-spot, coaxing a second orgasm out of her. She screamed her release this time, thrashing out her ecstasy against the rather abused sofa.

By now, my erection had grown so hard in my pants that it was uncomfortable. I would see us climax together this time. Leaving her panting on the couch, I took my hands away from her and unbuttoned my pants, pulling them down. Then I drew her hips to the edge of the sofa.

I was just about the right height, and since she was so wet, it was easy to just push myself inside. I drove myself all the way in until I slapped against the skin of her mound. She reached around, digging her fingers into the meat of my butt, pulling my hips together with her.

“Yes!” she screamed. “Yes!”

I thrust faster and faster, working out the desperate rhythm, panting in time to her own cries for another orgasm. It wasn’t until the feeling burst, and my cock throbbed, pushing cum deep inside her, that I realized what abandon I had gone at her with.

I really hoped that there was no way that the child inside her had any idea what we had just done. I would have to ask a nurse or a midwife or something about that later because I didn’t want to spend the rest of her pregnancy wondering whether or not I would traumatize our unborn child.

In the moment, such details hadn’t mattered. All that mattered was that my soon-to-be wife and the one-day mother of my child lay on the couch, flushed and happy and panting. That was exactly how I wanted to see her every time we finished.

Lisa reached over, putting a hand on my stomach, rubbing at the flesh around my navel. “That was amazing,” she said.

“That was a thank you,” I said in return. “I couldn’t think of any words to tell you how happy you made me this morning, so I wanted to do something in some way that would make you just as happy, too.”

She burst out laughing. “Well, I was happy about having a baby already. And I was thrilled that having a baby meant that you weren’t going to be the last of your kind. You didn’t have to do this for me to say thank you.” She beamed a smile at me. “I guess what I’m saying is that was one hell of a thank you. And I feel like I should thank you now.”

I laughed. “I guess this could go around in circles for a while, couldn’t it?”

She nodded. “Yes, but I don’t think I’m ready to go again. At least wait until tonight before we start thanking each other yet again.”