43. Lacey
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LACEY
Vadim's lips capture mine under the steaming water. His hands cradle my face with a gentleness that makes my heart ache. When we break apart, I feel empty—not just physically, but emotionally.
The need to be closer to him, to feel every inch of his body against mine, overwhelms me.
I reach for the soap, working it into a lather between my hands. Starting at his broad shoulders, I trace each ridge and valley of muscle. His skin is a canvas of scars and tattoos that tell the story of his life. I take my time, memorizing every detail.
"Turn around," I whisper.
He obliges, and I continue my exploration down his back. The soap makes my hands glide effortlessly over his skin. I pay special attention to the tension in his shoulders, working my fingers into the knots until I feel them release.
Moving lower, I trace the dimples at the base of his spine. His breath hitches when my hands curve around his hips. I press closer, my breasts brushing against his back as I reach around to soap his chest and stomach.
The hot water streams down between us as I work my way back up his body. My fingers trail over each of his tattoos. When I reach his neck, I rise on my tiptoes to press a kiss between his shoulder blades.
"Let me see you," I breathe against his skin.
He turns to face me again, and I continue my ministrations across his chest. The soap makes my hands slip and slide over his pecs, down the ridges of his abs. His muscles jump under my touch.
I look up to find his stormy gray eyes watching me intently. The hunger I see there makes heat pool low in my belly, but I'm not done worshipping every inch of him yet.
My hands move lower, following the V of his hips. His cock twitches as my soapy fingers brush close, but don't quite touch. Not yet.
"You're going to tease me to death," Vadim groans as I kneel before him.
"That's the idea." I smile up at him through the curtain of water, continuing my slow exploration down his powerful thighs.
I press kisses along the defined muscles of his legs, savoring how they twitch under my touch. When I reach his calves, I take my time massaging the tension there too.
Above me, his breathing grows heavier. I can feel his eyes following my every move as I work my way back up, my hands never quite touching where he wants them most.
His cock hardens fully again, jutting proudly in front of my face. The sight makes my mouth water. Unable to resist any longer, I wrap my soapy hand around his thick length.
He hisses through clenched teeth as I start stroking him mercilessly. My grip is firm but slick from the soap, allowing my hand to glide smoothly from base to tip. His hips buck involuntarily when I twist my wrist on the upstroke.
"Fuck," he growls, one hand bracing against the shower wall while the other tangles in my wet hair.
I quicken my pace, drinking in how his muscles tense and release with each stroke. The raw need in his voice only spurs me on.
Vadim's hands close around my wrists and gently pull my fingers away from his throbbing length. I can't help but smirk up at him through the steam.
"Too much for you?" I tease.
"Never. But that's because I'm not done with you yet," he growls, pulling me to my feet and capturing my lips in a searing kiss.
His hands find the soap and work it into a rich lather. When his fingers cup my breasts, I gasp into his mouth. He takes his time, massaging the soap over my sensitive flesh until I'm arching into his touch.
The hot water cascades down, washing away the suds and leaving my skin tingling. Vadim's mouth replaces his hands, his tongue tracing a wet path down my neck before closing around my right nipple. A moan escapes my lips as he sucks and teases the hardened peak while his fingers work my other breast, pinching and rolling my nipple between his skilled fingers.
My head falls back against the shower wall as pleasure courses through me. I surrender myself completely to his ministrations, letting him take control. My fingers thread through his wet hair, holding him close as he continues his sweet torment.
Every flick of his tongue sends electricity straight to my core. My fingers tangle in his wet hair, holding him closer as he alternates between gentle sucks and light grazes of his teeth.
I arch my back, pushing my breast further into his mouth as his tongue traces circles around my sensitive peak. His free hand slides down my side to grip my hip, steadying me as my knees start to weaken. The hot water streaming down my body only heightens every sensation.
"Vadim," I whimper, my voice echoing off the shower walls. He responds by sucking harder, drawing a desperate moan from my throat.
The tension builds low in my belly as he continues his sweet torture. My thighs clench together, seeking friction. Just when I feel myself approaching the edge, his mouth releases my right nipple with a soft pop. Before I can protest the loss, his lips close around my left breast.
The change in sensation makes me gasp. His tongue flicks rapidly against my neglected nipple while his fingers replace his mouth on my right breast, pinching and rolling the sensitive peak. The dual sensation has me trembling against the shower wall, desperately clutching his shoulders for support.
His fingers reach between my legs as his mouth continues its relentless attention on my breast. I'm already dripping wet when he slides two fingers inside me. My hips rock forward instinctively, seeking more of his touch.
"Please," I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for anymore.
His skilled fingers curl upward, finding that perfect spot that makes my toes curl against the shower floor. Each stroke sends sparks of pleasure through my body. The steam from the shower makes everything feel dreamlike and hazy, but his touch grounds me in reality.
My fingers dig into his shoulders as I ride his hand. His thumb circles my clit in time with the thrusting of his fingers, making my thighs tremble. The dual sensation of his hot mouth on my breast and his fingers working me closer to the edge has me gasping his name.
His teeth graze my nipple at the same time he adds a third finger, stretching me deliciously. The slight burn only adds to my pleasure as I rock against his hand with increasing desperation. Water is making everything slick and hot.
"Please, what?" he murmurs against my breast before returning to sucking and teasing my sensitive peak. His fingers pick up speed, matching the rhythm of my rolling hips.
I can barely stand now, my legs shaking as pleasure builds low in my belly. But Vadim's strong arm around my waist keeps me steady as his fingers continue their sweet torture.
"Please," I beg, voice breaking with need. "I can't wait anymore. I need you inside me."
Vadim captures my mouth in another searing kiss as he positions himself. My heart races in anticipation. With agonizing slowness, he enters me, stretching me in the most delicious way. I gasp at the perfect fullness.
"Don't hold back," I plead against his lips. "I need all of you."
The hot water cascades down my back while he fills me completely from the front. The dual sensation makes my head spin.
"Hold onto my neck," he commands softly.
I wrap my arms around him, linking my fingers behind his neck. In one fluid motion that takes my breath away, he lifts me as if I weigh nothing. I remain perfectly connected to him, gasping at how the change in angle drives him even deeper.
The water streams down between us as he holds me effortlessly against the shower wall. My legs wrap instinctively around his waist, pulling him closer.
Vadim holds me under the water against the wall, his powerful body keeping me suspended. My breath catches as he starts to move, each thrust reaching deep inside me. The fullness is overwhelming, making my head spin with pleasure.
His lips capture mine in a deep kiss that steals my breath away and drains the air from my lungs.
I surrender completely to him, loving how he takes control. The raw strength in his arms as he supports me, the commanding way he claims my mouth—it makes me feel cherished and possessed all at once.
My fingers tangle in his wet hair as I start rolling my hips to meet his thrusts. The new angle has me gasping against his mouth. Steam swirls around us, making everything feel dreamlike and hazy.
"You feel perfect," he murmurs against my lips. The praise sends a shiver down my spine.
I tighten my legs around his waist, using the leverage to match his rhythm. His hands grip my hips, guiding my movements. Each deep thrust has me crying out his name, the sound echoing off the shower walls.
The dual sensation of the hot water streaming down my back and Vadim's powerful body pressed against my front heightens every sensation. I arch into him, desperate to be even closer.
I cry out as pleasure builds inside me, each powerful thrust from Vadim sending waves of ecstasy through my body. The shower's steam makes everything feel dreamlike and surreal.
"Let me hear you," he growls against my ear. "I want to hear how good I make you feel."
"YES! Oh you feel so fucking good!"
My screams of pleasure echo off the shower walls as he drives deeper. The way he fills me completely, the perfect angle of his thrusts, it's all too much and not enough at the same time.
"That's it," he encourages, his voice rough with desire. "Louder."
I obey without hesitation, crying out his name as the tension builds low in my belly. My fingers dig into his shoulders while my legs tighten around his waist. The water streaming down between us makes everything slick and hot.
My head falls back against the shower wall as waves of pleasure crash over me. Each thrust takes me higher, closer to the edge. I'm trembling in his arms now, completely at his mercy as he maintains his relentless pace.
"Vadim!" I scream, not caring who might hear. Nothing exists outside this moment—just his powerful body against mine and the mounting pleasure threatening to overwhelm me.
The coil of tension winds tighter and tighter as he drives me toward release. My cries grow more raw with each thrust.
"Please, please don't stop," I beg between ragged gasps. "I need you. I need you so much."
His powerful thrusts drive me higher and higher. The shower's steam makes everything feel dreamlike, but his cock filling me anchors me to reality. My fingers dig into his shoulders as waves of pleasure course through my trembling body.
"You feel so good inside me, Daddy," I whimper, his new title tumbling from my lips before I can stop myself.
The effect is immediate. His rhythm falters for just a moment before resuming with renewed intensity. That's all it takes to send me spiraling over the edge. My orgasm tears through me with shocking force.
"Say that word again," he growls against my ear, his voice rough with need.
"Daddy, please!" I moan, still riding the aftershocks of my release. "Fuck me harder, Daddy. Fill me up. I want to feel you cum deep inside me."
His hips snap forward with desperate urgency. I feel him pulse inside me as he finds his own release, flooding me with his warmth. The sensation triggers another wave of pleasure that has me crying out his name.
I squeeze around him and draw a deep groan from his throat. His lips crash against mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as he holds me pinned against the shower wall. Every inch of his cock fills me completely, and I never want this feeling to end.
My fingers trail over the slick muscles of his back while his hands grip my thighs, keeping me steady as my walls flutter and clench around his twitching cock.
We stay locked together like this, neither of us moving, just savoring the perfect connection. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, under my fingers, and in my weeping cunt. Water streams between our joined bodies, but nothing could make me feel closer to him than I do in this moment.
When we finally break apart, his stormy gray eyes lock with mine. There's such tenderness in his gaze that it makes my breath catch.
"I love you," I whisper, meaning it with every fiber of my being.
His lips curve into that genuine smile that makes my heart skip. "I love you too, zvyozdochka ."