Zenovia
In this very close proximity, Maksimillian’s iris looked wonderful—like a combination of light green around his pupils and a kind of blue in the outer layer next to the colour green.
My breathing, just like his, was not normal.
“Are you sure about what you asked of me, Zenovia?” he asked in a hoarse tone. His eyes travelled all over my face. Then I felt his fingers gently push the few strands of black hair off my face.
I slowly blinked as I watched his handsome face. His straight, long nose was prominent that it made him look too manly and attractive. His peach lips were slightly parted, and I craved to taste and feel them against my own, as I knew how good they’d taste. They were truly… moreish.
“Yes!” I answered in a whisper. “I am sure. I’ve never been too sure in my life. This is what I want. I want a child with you, Maksimillian.”
He swallowed and closed his eyes to kiss me once again.
And there I was, thinking he’d stop and call this whole crazy thing off. I couldn’t be so relieved in my entire life but at this moment. I knew that this whole situation wasn’t normal, and what I really did for him to be on board this was out of the norm. Perhaps. But desperation could lead people to do impossible things in normal circumstances. And I was really desperate to have a baby soon! Before my infertility period comes, and it’d be already too late.
My condition was chronic, as I’d been informed. Although there may be chances that it could be inhibited, still, I did not want to risk this chance I had. It may be just a small window, but I hoped I could still do it before my condition could get worse or before I’d opt for therapy, which could involved my infertility. Either way, as I understood and if I’d really be unfortunate, I’d lose the ability to deliver a life into this world.
‘But just one… at least one. Oh, Doamne! I don’t want to be alone. Please let me have this baby…’ I silently prayed while I kissed Maksimillian back. My lips moved against his slowly, while my eyes burned with tears that would spill any second.
He started to take my clothes off until I was naked. He sucked in air as he appraised my slender body. The desire was raging in his eyes, I could clearly see it. I felt my cheeks go hot. I must look like beet at the moment.
Only the doctors, nurses, my mother and my best friend had seen me all naked. But all of it was nothing like this. Nothing like I felt right now, as he was another person who saw me without anything on and was about to do something else. Something intimate. Something that could create a life I longed for…
While kneeling, Maksimillian removed his own clothing. He looked so comfortable and proud of his body that I could see a faint smile on his lips while I ogled him. His wide shoulders were proud, and so was his muscled torso. His biceps and the bundle of his chest muscles rippled as he moved. My eyes couldn’t stay away from his now barenaked body.
I swallowed hard when my peepers went south of his body, taking all in his beautiful abs. His entire being seemed to be imprinted in my brain at the moment, especially that huge rod of his. From my guesstimate, it was way more than half of a ruler, and it was thick. I’d never seen a man without his clothes in real life. In an underwear, yes, since I had swimming lessons and a class when I was in college. It was nothing for me then. But now, it did matter. I had no idea if I could do this now.
My heart kicked my chest once again. I could very well feel my blood travelling all over my system at the moment.
‘Am I afraid or just excited?’ I tried to analyse myself as my hands crumpled the bedsheet. On one side of my mind, I did find him so… imposing!
“I gave you a chance earlier, Zenovia,” he spoke slowly, seemingly weighing my reaction to his nakedness. His eyes searched mine once again.
Was it fear that crossed his beautiful orbs as he looked at me now? But why?
I stayed immobile from where I lay, watching him.
“I’m not changing my mind,” I told him in a low voice. But I did push the spit down my throat afterwards.
“That’s good!” he said with a sexy smile. “I thought you did. And if you did, I’d find a way to make you mine,” he added as he lowered himself to claim my lips once again.
I moan softly, loving his kiss. A soft gasp left my mouth when his one hand unceremoniously cupped my center. With hooded lids, we both looked into each other’s eyes.
“Zenovia…” he murmured in a husky tone. His fingers started to move up and down my already wet femininity. “Ohh… You’re so soft… wet… and warm…”
My eyes went round when he lifted those same fingers he touched me with to lick them one by one.
“Ahh… Sweet!” he added and suckled his fingers to my amazement and mortification.
‘How can I be sweet? It isn’t true, is it?’ The heat travelled to my face once again. He may have noticed it as he gave me a seductive smirk. On all fours again, he trapped me by his hands and knees. But then he prodded my knees farther apart by caressing them until he stroked my wet slit. My legs did separate of their own accord, trying to feel more. More of him. More of what he could offer.
My body arched as a moan escaped from my throat; my breasts were pushed forward to him. He caught one peak while I was barely aware that he positioned himself in the middle of my widely parted legs. My hands went up from gripping the bedsheet to grab his head.
I thought I saw my brain in a dark place as my eyes rolled back with great pleasure. His tongue and lips pleased the left rosy peak of my breast. At the same time, his hand caressed my center, making it wetter and wetter.
Oh, Doamne! His fingers felt so good down there. How could this be?
Maksimillian continued to kiss my peaks alternately, as though he couldn’t get enough of them. The delicious tingling proceeded to my entire system. I couldn’t think of anything else but the way he pleased me. My mind was filled by him, by his touch and by his kiss.
When his mouth began to travel downwards, my eyes flew open.
“W-what are you doing?” I asked, a bit alarmed and thrilled, when his lips were now close to my V area.