Natalia stretched against him, unintentionally wiggling her ass against him. She felt him stir a little against her and smirked.

"Sorry... that wasn't intentional..." she blushed. "Though it's nice to know it doesn't take much to make you... happy..." she didn't say the word she was actually thinking, aroused, attempting to be more playful than direct. She did it again, on purpose this time, feeling him move against her. She knew she was being a tease, but it was fun.

When she squirmed, it felt just right, and his body reacted on its own. She did it again, and that time he was reasonably sure she had done it on purpose. "What do you mean I'm a very hard man to plea-" She cut him off with another twitch. This time with a little more force. The friction bringing a rise out of him.

"You're not playing fair, Natalia." He kissed her behind the ear. "Just because I don't dream does not mean I don't have a wild imagination when I'm lying there," he was trying to embarrass her, but without seeing her face, he did not know if it was working. She might just become emboldened by it.

"You're teasing me too much. First you wake up, and your perfect body is even more perfect. Next you're trying to... stimulate... me." He did not mind it at all, but it was fun to play a little back and forth, knowing she might challenge him. "Besides, if anyone's easy to tease, its most certainly you." He murmured, grinning a grin that she could not see.

"Oh, really?" Her eyebrows went up, but she knew he couldn't see them, either. "I'm easy to tease? And let me guess, this isn't affecting you at all?" She pressed herself against him, rolling her bottom so he rested between her cheeks for a moment, gleefully grinning the entire time. He continued growing harder and harder against her, and it filled her with a sense of power and excitement. She flexed her cheeks, hugging his member between them for a moment just to give that little extra nudge.

She wanted to see how much she could accomplish in driving him mad without having to turn over or use her hands. She assumed if she angled herself correctly, she could even rub her folds against him. It would just require some repositioning and back arching.

He was becoming more and more distracted by the second. His cock was hardening rapidly, and to move away would be to surrender, to retaliate with his own hands—a possible underhanded play. He simply had to grit his teeth and try his hardest not to get too worked up. So far, that wasn't working.

He tried to reply as normally as he could, concealing his struggle to cope with arousal. "I didn't realize when you were given the gift or a better bottom, you would be so proficient in using it." He did his best to hide the strain in his voice, but the small flexes were teasing him to rock hardness.

His hands made their way up her body to the underside of her breasts. He did not grab hold, as she would claim he was clearly aroused. He just carefully caressed, trying to distract himself more than anything. "Even with your proficiency, though, I'm just fine. My body may react, but I'm just fine, as unaffected as possible." He tried to maintain that air of defiance, but his walls were crumbling down. The comfort and friction of her perfect ass was just too pleasurable.

"Oh, am I?" she returned, taking it as a small win that he called her 'proficient.' His words told one story, but his body and voice told another entirely. He wanted her so badly he couldn't stand it. He just didn't want to give her the satisfaction.

"You know you can just give in," she offered in a sultry tone. "You could have whatever you wanted if you just admitted how badly you wanted it." She wasn't even really that 'in the mood,' she was just having a lovely time torturing him. She tried to arch her back and see how close to her folds she could get him from this position. The answer was not close enough. Her ass would have to do for now. Of course, if he wanted to enter her, all he would need to do would be to angle himself slightly, but unless he did so, she could not complete that task.

She had him right where she wanted him until she arched her back just a bit too far and suddenly he could reposition. He moved his own hips so that his hardened member rested against her lips. He was just teasing. They both were, but with his own small twitch, he gently thrust his length across her lips. Trying to get a little satisfied 'mmm' from her that would prove he was right in turning her on so easily.

He heard her breath catch, but that wasn't enough for him. So he ran his length back and forth against her slit, trying to get as much friction as possible. Her folds were quite damp, which made it smoother to glide. "I think it is you who needs to give in. You know you're holding back that moan. You know you want to let it out."

He wanted to secure the win, even if it was a little underhanded. So his hands moved up the slopes of her breasts and over her nipples. The move was so seamless, he could play it off as if it were an accident, but he knew full well with her sensitivity it would cause a jolt of pleasure. She could claim it was cheating, but it surely would get a rise out of her.

Damn. He'd taken her play and one-upped her. As he slid along her folds, she bit down on her lip so that only a few stifled noises came out. Then he grazed across her sensitive nipples, and she shuddered. "Oh God..." she moaned, then clamped back down her mouth. She wanted to gain back some control, but she didn't know how at this point. She had no use of her hands; his member no longer rested against her ass, and he'd realized just how sensitive her breasts were. She might have to admit defeat.

Even so, defeat meant she got to make love to her husband. So perhaps defeat wasn't that bad, she supposed. She leaned her head back on his shoulder, looking up at him and smiled. "Hi..." she purred as her emerald eyes flashed. This was kind of her last effort. If she could hypnotize him with her eyes, she had a shot, not a good one, but a shot nonetheless.

He had already thought himself the victor. She had moaned in pleasure, her body twitched. Surely he was the winner already, but her big green eyes disarming him completely. He had failed to notice when she had asked him what was different, just how much more green her eyes were, and how luscious her lashes had become. It was such a rare trait and one of his favourites about her. He hoped their child had the same beautiful eyes that she did. Ones you could get lost in, like he found himself doing.

His grinding became slower as he smiled. "Hello my beautiful Natalia, my sexy, bold and funny wife." He loosened his arms to stroke her hair and hold her cheek, her body now free to turn. Marcello could not help himself when she gave him that look. He just wanted to treat her like a princess, like a queen. Her voice rang in his ears like a symphony, even the one word resonated, her playful, seductive tone. He had already won in making her squirm and moan. So he allowed himself to relax and enjoy her beauty.

"You know, I wasn't sexy or bold before you." She replied with a smile. "Apparently you bring that out in me." She flipped over, forgetting their game, so she could wrap her arms around him and kiss him. She wasn't in a particular hurry any longer and was just enjoying being close to him, kissing him lazily and lovingly.

She pulled back and looked into his eyes once more. "I love you..." she breathed, then rolled her hips against him. "Make love to me... slowly..." she asked, pulling him into another kiss. She wanted to take her time and he his.

"I—love—you—too—" he said in between each kiss. It was a perfect morning in his eyes. Apart from maybe the morning sickness and pain pangs. Having her tucked so sweetly against his body, smooth and flawless as marble, with a warmth he had never gotten from his vampiric lovers. He rolled his hips against hers leisurely, not quite pushing in, just creating slow friction, as he could feel her growing wetter.

Eventually, one lucky roll had his member slip inside. He pushed all the way in slowly with a long, drawn-out moan, proceeding to pull almost all the way out, before pushing back in inch by inch. There was something satisfying about doing it slow. The buildup was even longer, and they could truly feel every sensation without rushing it. He broke away from her lips to give her the opportunity to breathe.

Locking eyes once again, he wondered if his simple grey eyes had the same effect on her as hers did on him. It was hardly a vibrant color, but maybe it wasn't the color so much as the feeling within them. As he kept his hips thrusting, he had to close his eyes briefly in pleasure.

As he stared into her eyes, she could see the love in them. She could see their lives together: raising their child, but there would be no 'growing old' together. They'd be frozen in time...like this...until something tragic happened or their time eventually ran out.

He kept a tight hold on her ass, keeping her from trying to force him to speed up now that she was in the moment. They hadn't been together long, but he already knew her too well. She asked for slow. She was going to get slow. No matter how much she protested. Which wasn't much... yet.

She giggled as he squeezed her and twined her fingers through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp. It was much more of a loving gesture than it had been before, not harsh or rough, just barely tickling him with her fingernails.

He kept his torturously slow pace going. After all, he had been practicing self-control for years. He knew how to go slow and enjoy it, whereas her youthful rushing was to be expected. As she tried to speed the thrusting, he held her back once more. He could feel himself slowly building, every thrust edging him closer and closer to release bit by bit.

She tried to spur him on, intoxicated by his touch and kisses, but he insisted on continuing at the slow pace. She had to keep reminding herself she asked for this. Because... she had. She sighed but tried to enjoy it. It felt amazing, but if they'd been going at their normal rate, she'd have orgasmed at least once by now. Even at this pace, she could feel the pleasure growing. The chills were running up her spine, and her walls were pulsing around him. She was close.

She pulled away from his kiss to pant and moan. Her chest heaved, gulping in air. Too often she forgot to breathe, so caught up in the kiss. One day soon, she wouldn't need to breathe. She'd never have to break it unless she wanted to. It was a strange thought, to be sure.

With a few more rolls of his hips, her body tensed against him, walls clamping down around his manhood as hot liquid spurted from her. She let out a slow moan, the breath catching in her throat, then threw her head back, gasping.

He felt her clamp down on him, and it pushed him over the edge, releasing himself into her. Closing his eyes and a low moan as he let everything out. Losing composure and thrusting a little wildly as he came. He held her close and savored those last moments of heightened sensitivity.

He kissed her as soon as she caught her breath back. "I love you Nat," he tilted his head a little inquisitively. His body still tingling from their sex. "I can call you Nat, right? It's not an unpreferred name?" He realised he had said it a few times now, but never asked whether she actually minded.

"That's fine," she agreed. "No ones ever called me that before, but... I like it..." she smiled kind of dopily at him, still in a post-orgasm haze. She felt so warm and safe against him. She could honestly fall back asleep like this, but she resisted, instead just snuggling her head under his chin.

"I know he's going to get mad at me in a minute if I don't drink. Because apparently if I expend any energy, that means he needs more," she sighed. "But I don't want to." She whined slightly, then felt a slight pang, not painful, just noticeable. "Ok. Ok. I hear you! Loud and clear. I have to get up. I have to go drink. I've got it..."

She poured herself another and knocked it back quickly. She was getting better at drinking each time. Instead of gagging, now she simply grimaced or frowned. He had to commend her for acclimating herself so swiftly and for holding it down every single time. She really was a natural mother, well, a natural vampiric mother.

He helped her up and out of bed, sitting her on the edge as he brought the glass to her already filled. "He's a little demanding. I'll give him that. But in his defense, it was a reasonable amount of activity." He watched as she gently sipped it before downing the remaining half. It was going to be a rough few weeks as it became worse. He was proud she had gotten used to it, but it was only going to get so much worse.