(Eva And Eyan's House — Night)
After dinner, the quiet warmth of the house settled around them.
Eyan rose from the table and began collecting the dishes. He carried them to the sink, sleeves rolled, hands moving methodically through the familiar routine.
He glanced toward Eva.
“Go and rest in the bedroom,” he said gently. “I’ll come after I finish cleaning.”
Eva nodded obediently and made her way up the stairs, one hand lightly brushing the railing as she disappeared from view.
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(Some Time Later)
The sound of running water filled the quiet kitchen. Eyan was focused on washing the last plate when—
Soft arms wrapped around his waist from behind.
He paused, a faint smile forming.
“Princess,” he murmured, “why are you here again? I told you to rest—”
“Honey…” her voice came low and soft against his back. “I’m hungry.”
His hands stilled completely in the water.
“You’re hungry?” he asked immediately, concern slipping into his tone. “What do you want to eat? Tell me. I’ll make it for you.”
There was a pause.
Then, breath warm against his shoulder—
“YOU.”
The plate nearly slipped from his hand.
“…Eva,” he said slowly, “what did you just say?”
She tightened her arms around him slightly.
“I said,” she repeated softly, “I want to eat .”
His ears burned instantly. Very slowly, he turned around. And froze.
She stood there in a thin, soft gown that fell loosely around her body, the fabric light enough to hint at the warmth beneath. Her hair was open, cascading over her shoulders in dark waves. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted.
But it was her eyes—
Her eyes held something bold. Something playful. Something undeniably intimate.
The moment he saw her eyes—dark, warm, filled with longing—his breath faltered. But instead of pulling her into him, he hesitated.
His hands hovered at her waist.
“Eva…” His voice was low, strained. “You’re pregnant.”
She stepped closer anyway, her fingers sliding up his chest, resting over his heart. “I know.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said honestly. “Or the baby.”
Her expression softened at that. She reached up and gently cupped his face. “That’s why I need to tell you something.”
He searched her eyes carefully.
“Yesterday… Aranel and I didn’t go shopping.”
His brows furrowed. “Then where did you go?”
“To the physician.”
His body tensed instantly. “Why? Is something wrong?”
She shook her head quickly, pressing her palm to his chest as if to calm him.
“No. The child is healthy. I’m healthy.”
“Then why—”
She flushed, but she didn’t look away this time. “Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
The words came out soft. Bare. Honest.
Eyan stilled.
“I’ve been feeling strange these past days,” she continued, her voice lowering. “Restless. Warm. Missing you even when you were just beside me.”
Her fingers slowly traced the line of his collar.
“My body reacts when you’re near. I wake up wanting you. And I didn’t understand why it felt stronger than before.”
“So I asked the physician,” she said, cheeks burning but eyes steady. “I asked her if it was normal… to feel this much desire while pregnant.”
His hands tightened slightly at her waist.
“And what she said?” he asked, voice rough.
“She smiled,” Eva whispered, a shy but daring smile touching her lips. “She said it’s completely natural.”
She stepped even closer, her body pressing gently against his.
“She said sharing a bed with my husband won’t harm anything… as long as we’re careful.”
Silence fell between them.
Heavy. Intimate.
Eyan’s restraint was thinning—but still there.
“You went to physician to ask about that?”
“Because I couldn’t ignore how much I wanted you,” she said softly.
Her hands slid around his neck now, fingertips grazing the nape, making him shiver.
“I’ve been craving your touch,” she admitted, voice trembling slightly—not from fear, but from vulnerability. “The way you hold me. The way you kiss me. The way you look at me.”
His jaw clenched. “Eva…”
“I don’t want you to treat me like glass,” she continued. “I don’t want you sleeping beside me and holding back because you’re afraid.”
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She leaned closer, her lips brushing just at the corner of his mouth.
“I miss my husband.”
That nearly broke him. His hands moved more firmly to her waist now, anchoring her against him.
“You are sure?” he asked again, though his voice had grown thick.
She nodded slowly. “I’m sure.”
Her fingers slid down his chest, lingering. “I don’t want careful distance tonight,” she whispered. “I want you close. I want to feel that you want me too.”
His control wavered visibly. “You have no idea how much I’ve been holding back,” he admitted.
“Then stop,” she breathed.
A pause.
One last thread of restraint.
“If you feel uncomfortable at any moment—”
“I’ll tell you,” she promised softly.
Eyan lifted Eva off the floor with effortless grace, his strong arms cradling her as he pressed her body against his. She wrapped one leg around his waist, pulling him closer, her hands looping around his shoulders, fingers digging into the firm muscles there. Through the thin fabric of her nightgown, he could feel the intoxicating warmth of her skin, her curves molding perfectly to him like a promise of deeper intimacy. Her breath hitched as he carried her toward the stairs, each step deliberate, the air between them thickening with unspoken desire.
The bedroom door loomed ahead, and he nudged it open with his shoulder, the soft creak echoing in the quiet night.
Gently, he laid her down on the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight. He hovered above her, his eyes tracing the flushed contours of her face, he brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek, his fingertips lingering on her soft skin.
Leaning in, he captured her lips with his own, the kiss igniting like a spark to dry tinder—deep, consuming, filled with raw desire and heat. His tongue slipped past her parted lips, tangling with hers in a slow, sensual dance, exploring the sweetness of her mouth as soft moans escaped them both, lost in the haze of passion.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, his lips trailed downward, mapping a path along her jaw to the sensitive curve of her neck. He placed soft, open-mouthed kisses there, sucking lightly at her pulse point, feeling it race beneath his touch.
Eva arched into him, her hands roaming his back, urging him on. With a low growl, Eyan pulled back just enough to grasp the hem of his shirt, yanking it over his head and tossing it aside, revealing the chiseled lines of his chest.
His hands returned to her nightgown, sliding up her thighs with deliberate slowness, bunching the nightgown as he went. The fabric whispered against her skin, inching higher until it revealed the smooth expanse of her legs, then the gentle curve of her hips. When it reached her breasts, heavy and sensitive with pregnancy, and her rounded stomach came into view, he paused, his breath catching.
Doubt flickered in his eyes as he pulled back slightly, his hands trembling on her skin.
"Eva... let's stop now," he murmured, his voice rough with conflict. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you—or the baby."
Eva looked up at him, her eyes a mix of frustration and affection.
"Honey, don't worry," she whispered, reaching up to cup his face. "I told you, I'm fine. We just have to be careful. The physician said it's okay."
Eyan hesitated, his brow furrowing. "But—"
Eva sighed, a playful glint sparking in her gaze. "At this rate, it's going to take the whole night. Looks like I need to step in."
Before he could protest, Eva rose from the bed with surprising agility, her hands pressing against his chest. In one fluid motion, she flipped him onto his back, the mattress bouncing as he landed with a surprised huff.
"Eva, what are you do—"
"Just lay down and let me handle this," she commanded softly, her voice laced with determination and desire.
Straddling his hips, she felt the hard evidence of his arousal pressing against her through his pants. Her fingers deftly found the waistband, unbuttoning and unzipping with eager precision.
She tugged the fabric down his thighs, freeing him completely. His c*** sprang free, hard and throbbing, veins pulsing with need.
She wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip, feeling him twitch in her grasp. Eyan groaned deeply, his head falling back against the pillow, hips bucking instinctively into her touch.
he thought desperately, his mind a whirlwind of conflict.
His hands gripped the sheets fiercely, knuckles turning bone-white as he twisted the fabric in his fists, moaning low and ragged, the sound torn from his throat. Every stroke sent jolts of electricity through him, his body trembling with the effort to restrain himself.
Eva's thumb circled the sensitive head, spreading the slickness, teasing the slit with feather-light pressure that made his entire body tense, his moans growing louder, more desperate.
But Eva wasn't done. Emboldened by his reactions, she trailed kisses along his inner thigh, nipping gently at the skin, before her mouth hovered over him.
With a wicked glance up at his flushed face, she parted her lips and took him in, her tongue swirling around the tip in slow, deliberate circles.
Eyan's groan turned into a tortured moan, his body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure assaulted him.
.
He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing his gaze to the ceiling, but the sensations only intensified in the darkness—her humming vibrations sending electric shocks through his length, her sucking with just enough pressure to make his toes curl and his vision blur at the edges even behind closed lids.
He suffered in the sweetest agony, his breaths coming in harsh, ragged gasps, one hand threading into her hair not to guide but to ground himself against the overwhelming sensations, his moans escalating into near-pleas.
Finally, sensing he was teetering on the brink—his body trembling, muscles coiled like a spring—Eva released him with a soft pop, her lips glistening.
She straightened, a satisfied smile playing on her face as she watched him pant, his c*** twitching desperately in the cool air.
"Not yet," she whispered, her voice husky.
Shifting her position, she lifted herself, guiding him to her entrance. She was slick with want, her folds parting easily as she sank down onto him inch by inch. A shared moan escaped them as he filled her, stretching her deliciously.
She paused, adjusting to the fullness, her hands on his chest for balance, straddling him in a classic cowgirl position—her knees planted on either side of his hips, her pregnant belly curving gently above him, no weight pressing down on it.
"See?" she whispered, rocking her hips gently at first, then building into a slow, rolling rhythm, her body undulating like waves on the ocean. She lifted herself slightly before sinking back down, grinding in small circles that rubbed her clit against his base, her breasts bouncing softly with each motion.
Every move stole Eyan's breath— the way she rose and fell, clenching around him on the downstroke; the hypnotic sway of her hips that made him gasp; the deliberate squeeze of her inner walls that pulled a strangled moan from his lips.
His hands gripped her thighs now, fingers digging in as he fought the urge to surge upward. But finally, he gave in, his resolve crumbling like sand. With a guttural growl, he thrust up into her, deep but gentle, matching her pace without overwhelming her, his fingers digging into her flesh as he lost himself in her.
The tension built, but Eva slowed, leaning forward to kiss him again.
"Let's try something else," she murmured against his lips, her voice breathy. "Something even safer."
With a mischievous smile, she slid off him, the loss of contact making them both whimper. She guided him to lie on his side, facing her, then nestled back against him in a spooning position.
Eyan draped an arm over her, his hand caressing her breast as he positioned himself at her entrance from behind. He entered her slowly, the angle allowing shallow, gentle thrusts that avoided any strain on her abdomen. His free hand roamed her body, fingers circling her clit in time with his movements, building her pleasure without rushing.
Eva sighed in bliss, pushing back against him, the intimacy of their bodies pressed together heightening every sensation.
"Yes, like this... it's so good," she encouraged, her voice trembling.
Eyan nuzzled her neck, his breaths ragged, matching her pace as they rocked together in perfect harmony, whispering words of desire against her ear: "You feel so incredible, darling... so tight, so perfect around me. I love you like this—"
As their arousal climbed, Eva whispered for one more shift. "On your back again, but let's make it missionary—safely."
She rolled onto her back, propping a pillow under her hips to tilt her pelvis slightly, ensuring no direct weight on her belly. Eyan knelt between her legs, careful not to lean too far forward, entering her with controlled depth. His hands supported him on either side of her, eyes locked on hers as he moved in slow, deliberate strokes.
"Tell me to stop...if it's too much," he said softly, but she only pulled him closer with her legs, moaning his name.
The varied positions prolonged their ecstasy, each one tailored to her comfort, drawing out gasps and whispers of love.
Finally, the coil snapped—Eva cried out first, her walls clenching around him in waves of release. Eyan followed, spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan, his body shuddering as he held her close. Panting, she collapsed against the pillows, their hearts pounding in unison.
"Told you," she murmured with a satisfied smile, tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "We can do this—safely, every time."
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