to slide out of her.
She might be on the pill, but I still wanted my cum inside her. I gathered the seed slipping down her inner thigh and moved it back to her pussy, pushing my finger and the fluid back into her.
She gasped.
“Every part of you is mine, and I’ll prove how worthy I am of claiming the title until the day I die.” I pulled her skirt back over her ass, helped her stand up straight, and turned her around. Once I had her bra adjusted and her shirt buttoned up, I lifted her easily into my arms and sat back down. It felt good to just hold her, to know she was mine.
I’d have no problem doing that for the rest of my life.
* * *
Sabine
H ugo held me gently in his arms. He ran his hand over my back, kissing the top of my head. I stayed in that position for long moments.
I started to move, because I had to be heavy for him, but he just pulled me back down and held me tighter.
There was nowhere else I wanted—needed—to be.
“You’re my life,” he said softly against my hair.
I’d never tire of hearing him say these kinds of things to me. In the last year, I’d focused on my graduate studies. With Hugo having to fly to different countries for his business, we didn’t get to spend as much time together as either of us would have liked. But every single moment he wasn’t working he spent with me. He lavished me with attention, made sure to tell me every day how beautiful and special I was to him, and each day, I fell more in love with him.
“I love you,” I said and wrapped my arms around his neck, making my body as flush with his as I could.
“And I love you.”
As my body cooled, relaxation took its place. I settled into the gentle, protective embrace Hugo wrapped me in.
I’d never known what it could feel like to be touched, held, and loved by a real man … until I was with Hugo.
Epilogue
Sabine
Six years later
I sat on the hospital bed, the gown I wore too big and hanging off my shoulder. I stared down at my hand. It was swollen, my fingers looking thick and round. I couldn’t wear my wedding ring, hadn’t been able to after the fifth month of pregnancy.
“She looks like you, lyubov moya ,” Hugo said as he held our daughter. “ Krasavitsa .” He looked up at me, and the pure joy on his face was priceless. “She’s beautiful, Sabine.”
She was. She really was. With a head of black hair and delicate little features, she was the light of our lives, and she’d been in this world less than twenty-four hours.
Hugo rose from the chair and came over to me. He sat on the edge of the bed, leaned down to kiss Bella, our daughter, on the forehead, and then handed her over to me. For long seconds, he did nothing but stare at me as I held Bella.
“What?” I asked, smiling up at the man I loved … my husband.
He shook his head slowly. “Nothing, my love. I just am enamored at the sight of the woman I love holding our child.” He leaned forward, lifted my face up with a finger under my chin, and kissed me soundly. “My life,” he whispered, and that same warmth and tingling sensation I get, even all these years later, filled every part of me.
“I love you,” I whispered, and Hugo kissed me on the top of the head. There was a knock on the door, and a second later my parents were coming through. I was thankful they understood my feelings and desires for Hugo, but the truth was even if they hadn’t approved of it, I would have still been with Hugo.
I couldn’t hold back or put my life and desires on hold based on what others thought, not even my parents.
But, it didn’t matter, because they loved me and were happy that I was happy.
Hugo had waited for me to finish with my schooling for marriage and a family. He respected my decisions, supported me, and now we were ready to take the next step.
We had taken the next step.
I was his. He was mine. And together, we were it for each other.
I loved this man and the tiny creation we’d made, and he loved us. And in life,
She might be on the pill, but I still wanted my cum inside her. I gathered the seed slipping down her inner thigh and moved it back to her pussy, pushing my finger and the fluid back into her.
She gasped.
“Every part of you is mine, and I’ll prove how worthy I am of claiming the title until the day I die.” I pulled her skirt back over her ass, helped her stand up straight, and turned her around. Once I had her bra adjusted and her shirt buttoned up, I lifted her easily into my arms and sat back down. It felt good to just hold her, to know she was mine.
I’d have no problem doing that for the rest of my life.
* * *
Sabine
H ugo held me gently in his arms. He ran his hand over my back, kissing the top of my head. I stayed in that position for long moments.
I started to move, because I had to be heavy for him, but he just pulled me back down and held me tighter.
There was nowhere else I wanted—needed—to be.
“You’re my life,” he said softly against my hair.
I’d never tire of hearing him say these kinds of things to me. In the last year, I’d focused on my graduate studies. With Hugo having to fly to different countries for his business, we didn’t get to spend as much time together as either of us would have liked. But every single moment he wasn’t working he spent with me. He lavished me with attention, made sure to tell me every day how beautiful and special I was to him, and each day, I fell more in love with him.
“I love you,” I said and wrapped my arms around his neck, making my body as flush with his as I could.
“And I love you.”
As my body cooled, relaxation took its place. I settled into the gentle, protective embrace Hugo wrapped me in.
I’d never known what it could feel like to be touched, held, and loved by a real man … until I was with Hugo.
Epilogue
Sabine
Six years later
I sat on the hospital bed, the gown I wore too big and hanging off my shoulder. I stared down at my hand. It was swollen, my fingers looking thick and round. I couldn’t wear my wedding ring, hadn’t been able to after the fifth month of pregnancy.
“She looks like you, lyubov moya ,” Hugo said as he held our daughter. “ Krasavitsa .” He looked up at me, and the pure joy on his face was priceless. “She’s beautiful, Sabine.”
She was. She really was. With a head of black hair and delicate little features, she was the light of our lives, and she’d been in this world less than twenty-four hours.
Hugo rose from the chair and came over to me. He sat on the edge of the bed, leaned down to kiss Bella, our daughter, on the forehead, and then handed her over to me. For long seconds, he did nothing but stare at me as I held Bella.
“What?” I asked, smiling up at the man I loved … my husband.
He shook his head slowly. “Nothing, my love. I just am enamored at the sight of the woman I love holding our child.” He leaned forward, lifted my face up with a finger under my chin, and kissed me soundly. “My life,” he whispered, and that same warmth and tingling sensation I get, even all these years later, filled every part of me.
“I love you,” I whispered, and Hugo kissed me on the top of the head. There was a knock on the door, and a second later my parents were coming through. I was thankful they understood my feelings and desires for Hugo, but the truth was even if they hadn’t approved of it, I would have still been with Hugo.
I couldn’t hold back or put my life and desires on hold based on what others thought, not even my parents.
But, it didn’t matter, because they loved me and were happy that I was happy.
Hugo had waited for me to finish with my schooling for marriage and a family. He respected my decisions, supported me, and now we were ready to take the next step.
We had taken the next step.
I was his. He was mine. And together, we were it for each other.
I loved this man and the tiny creation we’d made, and he loved us. And in life,
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