Maksimillian
“I don’t want to marry you, Maks,” Zenovia added, giving me a look of pleading. Pleading me to understand her.
I tapped my fingers on my thigh, trying to think how I’d convince her to let me stay with her and for us to live together. I certainly did not want to let go of her, with our children, to boot!
The car stopped, and I was grateful for the intermission to help me make think. I ushered her back to her house that was now with a door.
“You kicked it earlier, didn’t you?” she asked.
“I had no choice,” was my reply. “I’m sorry. I will take care of the expenses.”
“I think the owner saw what you did. She’s just living across from me,” she informed me.
Zenovia’s rented house was not close to any neighbours, but the house that was right across the small street some couple hundred meters away. The rented house was like a cottage, which had a small terrace with hanging plants. The structure was made of concrete foundation and half of the walls in a horizontal line. The upper parts were made of wood, painted uniformly with golden brown. The gable roof was typically made of rust-coloured tiles, with a couple of small dormer windows.
In front of the rented house, there was a front garden. It was filled with June flowers of white, pink, red and orange colours. At the back was a line of small trees, bushes and other flowering plants.
I could say it was a nice, quiet place. It could be the reason why Zenovia chose such a place. I knew she hated crowded places.
We went inside her rented abode. The floor had wall-to-wall maroon carpet, which muffled our steps. My bodyguards stayed outside, while I assisted my very pregnant Zenovia to the small kitchen, which was to the left side of the house.
“Should I give you anything?”
“No, we need to talk,” she answered, as she settled on a chair.
I took the seat in front of her, giving her a serious look. “All right. I have a solution to what we can do. How about we draw a contract?”
Her mouth was ajar, but she did not say anything. Instead, she just listened, letting me continue to speak.
“We can live together, and we can marry later. That is if you changed your mind, and if it’s what you want,” I added quickly.
“Maks…”
“Look, Zenovia, I just wish you’d try to have a solid relationship with me and live with me, even for just a while. If you find it like what you’ve experienced with your parents, then I promise to let go of you for good. I’ll not even ask for our children’s custody, if that’s your wish. I’ll leave you alone and never bother you for as long as I breathe. But please, just give us a chance. Let’s try to build a family, where our children can grow up normally, with two parents. Because right now, and I just know it’s forever, I don’t want anything else but you and our children. I don’t want to live without any of you.”
She stared at me with glistening eyes, filled with unshed tears, which were ready to fall. “Maks! Are you sure this is what you want?”
I nodded to her. “Yes. Anything that makes you happy, Zenovia, I’ll do it for you. I won’t pressure you about marriage. That’s what I can promise you, because I love you so much, moye solntse!”
She opened her arms, and I got up to embrace her. Her soft sobs made my heart want to reach out for her.
“I missed you so much, and I do love you, too, Maks!” she cried.
I bent to kiss her and was over the moon when she kissed me back. Oh, how I missed her sweet and soft lips! My gentle kiss became fiery as seconds ticked by. I could feel her hunger, too, when her kisses matched my passionate ones.
My hand went to cup her breast. It was bigger than I could remember. It was clearly due to her pregnancy, as her body prepared to be able to feed our babies. I was careful not to squeeze her boob, as it may hurt her. I merely caressed it gently, feeling the tautness of its peak.
I thought I’d lost it when I heard her sweet and gentle throaty moan, begging me to do something more with her body. I could feel it with every fibre of my being.
She turned around to bend a little, leaning her hands on the edge of the table. I lifted her maternity dress and pushed her panties down. Next was my zipper, pants and underwear. They were halfway my thighs, and I immediately aligned myself behind her. I rubbed the head of my throbbing cock on her already wet center. She moaned and was breathless, moving her hips to urge me to bury myself into her waiting love canal.
An oath left my mouth when I finally sank into her warm and wet depths. She was tight as ever, and it felt so damn good!
She called out my name numerous times, as I drove in and out of her slick body. My hands where on her waist, and I caressed her full belly now and then, loving her even more. Thinking that she carried our twins all this time made my heart swell with pride, love and care.
Zenovia tried to meet my thrusts, which were gentle and not so deep. I was afraid she might be hurt or it would make her uncomfortable. Nonetheless, I heard her delicious moans that I missed to hear so much. I did listen to the recording that I still had on my phone when I was without her. But still, it was way different in person. In fact, I missed her even more whenever I listened to it. It was driving me insane.
But now, she was here with me, and I was inside of her. I could not wish for anything more.
I increased my pace as her body suggested. I could read it by the way she moved in front of me. When she turned her face, I leaned closer to her and took her mouth for a sweet and deep kiss. The need to release was too much that I moved faster and deeper.
“Are you okay, moye solntse?” I whispered in her ear.
“Da (Yes)! Oh, Doamne, Maks!” Her moan became louder. And then, a prolonged groan from her told me she was cumming. I could feel her walls squeezing me tighter, more than ever, soaking my cock deliciously.
I was not far behind. Just as soon as she exploded around my hard shaft, I buried deep into her, as though I was trying to reach the deepest part of her and unloaded my hot milk. We were both breathless, but I bent my head again to give her a loving kiss.
“Slava ne mogut apisat’ mayu lyubof’ k tebe, moye solntse,” I whispered on her lips, filled with emotion.
She smiled and whispered back, “Can you translate it for me?”
I rubbed my nose against hers and said, “Words can’t describe my love for you, my sunshine.”
She suddenly gasped just after I said it. Was she shocked. “Oh, Doamne ferește! Maks?”
I felt something warm flooding my cock, and I knew it was neither her love juice nor urine. I cursed under my breath.
“I think you broke my water!” she told me, panicking.