"Yes, sir."
I kissed her neck, then slapped the inside of her thigh, chuckling under my breath. She hissed, her pussy clenching around my cock.
Her hand came up and wrapped around my bicep to hang on. It was how I knew she was close. She needed to hang on to me.
"Straighten your legs," I said, my voice low.
Binding her ankles with mine, I held her legs down and stroked her clit until she was dripping and straining on me to let go. I lifted my hand in the air only for my palm to come down and slap her pussy as I drove in until I was balls deep and she was squirming.
Her pussy tightened around my cock and she began spasming, letting the sexiest purrs escape her throat. The heat of her body liquefied on me and Adrianna was riding the wave. She tried so hard to rock into me. She let out a sigh and my eyes widened. I was lost to the pleasure and slapped my hand over her mouth. The last thing we needed was someone knocking on the door. Her hips pumped back into mine and she was like this tiny little ferocious animal in heat.
Her teeth bit into my fingers, her entire body shook with such extreme pleasure, and it caused me to unload inside of her. My hands trembled from sheer desire as I poured my seed into her. There was something about knowing my cum was inside of her that turned me from animalistic to caveman. Always had since the first time I came inside her pretty pussy. I pinched her nipple and my body folded into hers as she drained my cock.
"I feel like stars are dancing on my skin," she said, her voice in a dreamlike state.
I knew that feeling all too well.
"No, this is just us, Ria. It is what has always been there since day one."
"Do you think it will ever go away?"
"I hope not."
She paused, panting. "Same." She cupped the back of my head and smiled up at me before bringing my lips to hers for one last kiss.
Once we cleaned up and dressed, we were on our way to the gynecologist office to find out the sex of our last baby. Juggling four kids was not easy. We were basically pros at quickies these days and jumped at the opportunity when it arose. It did not help that I had a wife like Adrianna. I wanted to be in her and around her all the fucking time.
The doctor walked in and went over her vitals before she was pushing a wand with a clear lubricant over my wife's belly.
Thank fuck her vitals were good and her blood work came back normal. Normal for her, anyway.
The doctor turned the screen our way and pointed between the legs that were wide open to reveal the gender. "It's right there," she said.
Chills covered my arms. I leaned in and Adrianna rose up on her elbows to peer at the screen. My jaw dropped. I had been so certain God had a vendetta against me, maybe my debt was finally paid.
The doctor printed out a few ultrasound pictures with some comments to explain what we were looking at.
She did not need to explain this one. It was obvious.
I was exuberant on the walk back to the car with a little pep in my step, whereas Adrianna was quiet. I opened the door and helped her sit inside, then I looked at her melancholy eyes. Adrianna leaned into me sadly.
"What is wrong, Malysh?" I asked, stroking her hair away from her neck.
She shook her head, unable to answer.
"Is it because the doctor said the baby could be over ten pounds? You are having a C-section again so—"
"It's not that," she said quietly.
I thought for a second when it hit me.
"I thought you wanted a boy."
We were actually having a boy. Finally.
A healthy boy ahead of his due date by a few weeks, actually. He was already so big, bigger than the girls.
She lifted her head and her green eyes shifted back and forth between mine, filling with tears. Her lips turned into a frown and my chest started to feel tight from seeing her like this.
"Adrianna? Sweetheart? What is wrong?"
"I just…" She stammered, her chin wobbling before she burst into tears. I wrapped my arms around her. "I just… It just hurts to name him after my dad when he's no longer here anymore. He wanted a grandson so badly, you know? And now all these feelings are back and I'm just really upset."
Her tears were falling faster now and I had nothing but my shirt to offer her. She couldn’t stop crying, so I lifted the hem and gave it to her. She wiped her eyes and then sniffled.
Frank had gone into cardiac arrest three months ago and passed away suddenly. Adrianna thought she was good at hiding her grief, but I saw it every day and mourned her loss with her.
He loved all his granddaughters equally and spoiled the shit out of them, but he wanted a grandson. He wanted to be able to teach him golf and watch sports with him.
It had taken a while, but after Mia was born, Frank finally accepted us. Adrianna had joked that first he did not want us to be together, then he was telling us to have more kids. In the end, he had nothing but love for his daughter, and wanted to see her happy.
"I just can't believe we finally get a boy and he's not here. It's so unfair."
Her voice was so small and she trembled against me. All I could do was hold her closer to me.
"Malysh, please do not cry."
Adrianna sniffled and burrowed her head against me. She wrapped her arms around me.
I stroked the back of her head and played with her hair. "It is bittersweet, but that seems to be our theme, yes?"
She nodded quietly.
"You can change the name, you know," I told her gently.
She shook her head and looked up. "No, I don't want to change it. I'm just sad he's not here to see we finally have a boy. He won't get to hold him…" Her watery eyes studied mine. "Unless we should name him after you." She paused, then said, "We should probably do that. How about we make one long name?"
"You allowed me to name the twins after my mother. Whatever you name our son, I will be happy with. I promise."
Her chin quivered and she looked so fucking adorable. I kissed her lips, and she said, "Really? So, if I wanted to name him Konstantin Frank Rossi-Kournakova you would be okay?"
"I think it sounds like a mouthful, but if it is what you want, then yes."
Her lips puckered and I returned the gesture knowing she was purposely baiting me. Her face was pinched, twisting with indecision. She was quiet for a long moment, visibly torn between names. Truly, I did not care. I would be happy either way.
Cupping her face, I smashed a kiss to her lips.
"How about we decide when he is born? That way we can look at him to see which name fits him best," I offered. I did not want her stressing out over this right now. We had time. "Just want to add again that I am okay with whatever you want to do."
She leaned up and pressed a kiss to my lips, then let out a heavy breath, and nodded. Gratitude blanketed her face. "Thank you," she said softly. "I'm ready to go home, hubby. Let us go get our babies."
Later that night when my wife and kids were long asleep, I took out my journal and penned my thoughts for an hour or so.
Only when I filled a journal was Adrianna allowed to read my entries. She loved to see what I was writing, and was always trying to peek over my shoulder. She too now had a journal and traded with me. She only filled one over the years, though, because she was so busy with the kids.
Adrianna shifted in her sleep and whimpered under her breath. She rubbed a spot on her stomach and scissored her legs. I placed my pen down and reached over.