My Pregnancy Contract With The Billionaire

Chapter 16

Andrei and Cristine strolled through the garden. The estate grounds were bathed in the glow of twilight, the fading sun casting gentle shadows across the neatly kept rows of flowers and stone paths. Cristine glanced up at Andrei, who walked close beside her, his expression relaxed as he took in the garden. It was rare to see him this way, unguarded, and the sight made her heart beat a little faster.

After the doctor’s advice, they’d spent more time together, growing comfortable in each other’s presence beyond the confines of their contract. Tonight, the energy between them felt different—charged yet calm, like a quiet storm building in the background. They had shared laughter over dinner, reminiscing about favorite books and the occasional memory that felt intimate, yet natural. It was as if they’d peeled back the layers of formality, revealing the shared humor and comfort lying beneath.

Cristine took a deep breath, letting herself enjoy the peacefulness of the moment. Being with Andrei in these quiet evenings was becoming one of her favorite parts of the day. She could feel her guard slipping each time they were together like this, her heart opening to possibilities she hadn’t dared consider before.

“Did you always enjoy gardens?” she asked, her voice soft as they reached a secluded alcove where the rose bushes stood in full bloom.

Andrei looked thoughtful, his eyes scanning the rows of blossoms before settling on her. “I suppose I didn’t give them much thought before you,” he admitted. “But I find I appreciate the quiet more, now.”

His gaze lingered on her, and she felt her cheeks warm under the intensity of his look. There was something different in his eyes tonight, a gentleness mixed with an unspoken question. She wasn’t sure how to answer it, wasn’t even sure if she was imagining it. Yet, the weight of his gaze made her heartbeat stutter.

They were so close now that she could feel the warmth radiating from him, his presence grounding and comforting, yet electric. She took a small step forward, and her hand brushed against his as if by accident. His fingers, warm and steady, instinctively wrapped around hers, and they stood like that for a moment, neither daring to break the fragile stillness.

“I never thought this would feel…” she began, searching for words that seemed to evade her.

Andrei tilted his head, studying her face with a tenderness that made her feel exposed and safe all at once. “Like this?” he offered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” she replied, her voice matching his quiet tone. “It feels… real.”

He gave a small nod, and she saw something soften in his expression, the guarded distance in his eyes giving way to something vulnerable. She felt his hand gently tighten around hers, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a slow, reassuring movement that sent a thrill through her.

“Cristine,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips. It was as if the world had drawn in a collective breath, holding steady as he leaned forward, closing the last bit of space between them. His hand reached up to brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering as he let his fingers trace her jawline, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

Her pulse quickened, her breathing growing shallow as she looked up at him, her heart caught in her throat. She didn’t know who closed the distance, whether it was him or her, but the next thing she knew, his lips were on hers, gentle at first, testing the waters of this newfound closeness. The kiss was soft, tender, filled with a gentleness that took her by surprise. It was as if he was savoring each second, each delicate movement, exploring the connection between them with a quiet intensity.

Her hands found their way to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as if to anchor herself to him. She felt the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm, mirroring the rapid rhythm of her own. As the kiss deepened, it grew bolder, a spark igniting between them that left her breathless. She felt herself melt into him, her body instinctively drawing closer, fitting against him as though they were two parts of a whole.

Andrei’s hands slipped around her waist, pulling her against him with a possessiveness that sent a thrill down her spine. She felt his fingers spread across her back, holding her in place as he continued to kiss her, his lips conveying a depth of emotion she hadn’t anticipated. Each touch, each press of his lips, felt like an unspoken promise—a silent acknowledgment that whatever was growing between them was more than just duty.

When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathless, their faces mere inches apart as they stood there, gazing at each other in the fading twilight. The world around them felt distant, the sounds of the evening fading away as they stood in the quiet bubble of their shared moment.

Cristine looked up at him, her fingers still resting on his chest. She wanted to say something, but words seemed inadequate, unable to capture the swirl of emotions filling her. Instead, she lifted her hand to his face, her fingers brushing over the slight stubble on his jaw.

“Andrei,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t know where this is going… but I know it feels right.”

His eyes softened, and a faint smile played on his lips. “I never thought I’d be here, with you,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over her cheek in a gentle, reassuring caress. “But I’m glad I am.”

They stood there for a few more moments, basking in the warmth of each other’s presence, letting the night wrap around them like a comforting embrace. It was as if the garden itself had come alive with their shared warmth, the flowers glowing softly in the evening light, a silent witness to the intimacy they had just shared.

"Andrei.. "

They locked eyes. She fell, slowly. The dirt gave beneath her- soft and smelling of petrichor.He wore thick cotton trousers. She leant towards him and pressed her cheeks, mouth, nose against the fabric. She wet her open mouth on him, swirled her tongue against his outline. He was hard.

Something came over her and she ravaged him, rubbed him, until he clutched handfuls of her hair and rocked his hips into her face.

"Cristine, you don't have to do--"

"I want your c**k," she said.

"Cristine.."

"Please."

He unclasped his belt, veins working along his toned forearm. It was beautiful- standing pink and furious against his dark curls. She looked up at him. He gazed at her, eyes fixed and half-lidded with desire. Heat flared in her stomach and rushed south. She parted her lips.

"Fuck.." he lowered himself to her mouth and eased inside.

Her lips pouted over the swell of his head. She tongued the smooth tip, then suckled him. In, out- she bobbed her head.

She's not liked this, he is her first, and since he took her virginity, she started to find ways to return the pleasure to him. But this was different. She needed to suck, needed to gag. she needed it to stretch her, fill her up. Wetness dripped from her chin. "Oh, Andrei... you taste's so good"

He grinned, and, with a low growl, buried himself inside her. Water pricked behind her eyes and spilled over her cheeks. She relaxed her jaw and breathed. He was hot, thick, salty. "Mmmm.."

If someone were in the house, could they see her- kneeling in front of Andrei, sucking him, and willing to do more in this lovely garden? But his estate is so huge she wondered if people can still see them here in his wide garden.

Andrei filled her again and again, with sure, deliberate strokes. She closed her eyes to the wet, slopping rythm. The sound was so lewd, it was hard to believe it was coming from her.

Andrei thrust, filling her to the roots. "f**k," he twitched inside her, "Take your underwear off."

She fumbled with the catch, yanked them, and her underwear, over her hips. Her prick was aching and hot to the touch of him. He jerked his c**k in front of her, close to her mouth, but not touching.

"f**k," he said again, "f**k," then he gripped his crown and rubbed it. A fluid rope of c*m spurted above her pubes, the tip of his c**k, just on her entrance. The afternoon had faded, and the liquid was almost luminescent against her dark hair. She smeared it along his length, thumbing the underside of his head. She wanted him to see her come.

"That's it," he said, "look at me."

Her arm was a blur, her hand pumped harder, faster. He whined, erupting over her clenched fist.

She gasped for air, aware of how she must look, convulsing in the dirt in front of him. "Stop.. Turn around."

Just like he said, she turned around and Andrei took her from behind, again and again.