Page 113 of Sexting the Single Pakhan

I glance at Leonid, who’s watching us both with quiet amusement. “Really?”

“Yeah!” Alexei nods enthusiastically. “Is it a boy? Am I getting a brother?”

I smile, rubbing my bump gently. “We don’t know yet. We haven’t found out the gender. We’re going to wait until the baby is born, keep it a surprise.”

I tilt my head. “Would you be excited if you had a little brother?”

“Yes!” He bounces a little. “I’m gonna teach him about superheroes. And I’ll share all my toys with him.”

Leonid raises an eyebrow. “And what if it’s a girl?”

Alexei doesn’t miss a beat. “Then I’ll protect her. Like Daddy keeps Laurel safe. I’ll be her big brother and keep her safe, too.”

Leonid reaches over and ruffles Alexei’s hair, eyes soft. “That’s my boy. But remember, it’s my job to keep all of you safe.”

Alexei grins up at him. “I want to assist you.”

We all laugh, and the baby flutters in response, a tiny kick against my palm, as if happy to be part of the moment.

When the plates are mostly empty, Leonid calls for the staff to take the tray away. “Alexei, go wash up and get dressed, okay? We’ve got a big day.”

Alexei bounces off the bed, already halfway to the door. “Okay, Dad! Bye, Laurel!”

The door clicks shut behind him.

“He’s so excited today.”

Leonid turns back to me, gaze softening. “He really is.”

He shifts closer, sliding one hand over my belly, fingers splaying wide. “How are you doing?”

I cover his hand with mine. “We’re okay. Feeling good.”

He leans in and kisses me, slow, deep, tasting of coffee. I melt into it, hands sliding under his shirt, wanting more.

I tug at the hem of his T-shirt as we kiss, needy. These pregnancy hormones have turned me into someone I barely recognize: insatiable, bold, always wanting more of him. Leonid doesn’t complain. He rises to the occasion every single time.

He breaks the kiss just long enough to yank the shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere across the room. I shrug out of the robe next, then help him shed the rest of his clothes.

He leans back against the headboard, legs spread, cock thick and erect. His hands settle on my hips, guiding me slowly down until I’m straddling him. The head nudges my entrance, then sinks in, stretching me open inch by inch.

“Leonid…” I moan as he fills me.

“Move,” he rasps, voice gravel-rough. “Take what you need, baby.”

I brace my hands behind me on his knees, arching back, and start to ride him. Slow at first, rolling my hips, savoring every drag of him inside me. Then faster, harder.

My head falls back, hair spilling over my shoulders. I bounce on his cock, breasts swaying, moans spilling out loud and unrestrained. His name tumbles from my lips again and again.

His hands roam, gripping my hips, sliding up to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples, then one slips between us, fingers finding my clit. He rubs tight, perfect circles, matching the rhythm of my movements.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he growls. “Riding me. Taking what’s yours. Come for me, solnyshko. Let me feel it.”

I come hard, crying out his name, walls pulsing around him, thighs shaking. Leonid follows right after, growling low in his throat, hips snapping up as he spills deep inside me, grinding against me like he wants to stay buried forever.

We stay like that for long seconds, panting, trembling, foreheads pressed together. I lean forward, burying my face in his neck, breathing him in, sweat, sex, safety.

“Sex after breakfast,” I murmur against his skin. “My favorite combo.”