Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Alexei
I woke up to an empty bed and the sun streaming through a chink in the curtains. My hand reached for her before my eyes had even opened, but came back empty. The sheets were still warm, though, and her sweet scent still perfumed the air.
Wherever she had gone, she hadn’t been gone long. Throwing up an arm to cover my eyes from the light, I called for her. “Amy?”
Nothing answered me but silence. Frowning, I strained to hear her. Where was she? The whole house seemed to be silent.
“Amy?” I called again, and this time there was a hitch in my voice. Where the hell was she?
Like she had heard me, the bedroom door opened, and she appeared, her curls messy around her heart-shaped face. A tray bursting with food was balanced in her hands, but I barely noticed it.
She was wearing the shirt I’d discarded last night, and fuck, if it didn’t look amazing on her. I eyed her shapely legs hungrily.
“Good morning,” she said sweetly, a blush creeping up her throat to stain her cheeks. “How did you sleep?”
Silently, I watched her move towards me.
“I thought you might be hungry, so I made you breakfast.”
Tearing my eyes away from her, I glanced at the tray. “You made me breakfast?” I asked in shock. “The staff—”
“Are still asleep. It’s very early,” she said quickly. “I didn’t want to wake them, and anyway, I wanted to do something for you.”
I blinked at her in surprise. “You wanted to do something for me?” I asked dumbly.
“Yes.” Self-consciously, she twirled a curl around her forefinger. “To say, um, thank you for last night.”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed, and her blush deepened. It was almost ludicrous that she thought she had to thank me for that.
“I know it’s silly. If you don’t want to eat—”
She trailed off, placing the tray on the bedstand.
The second she did, I caught her wrist between my fingers.
“It’s not silly, Amy,” I said gently. “It’s incredibly sweet.
But you don’t have to thank me for last night.
” Giving her arm a small tug, I pulled her onto the bed in front of me.
She curled her legs under her, making the shirt rise higher on her thighs.
My eyes didn’t seem to want to look away.
“I think last night was mutually pleasurable, right?” Lying a hand on her slim thigh, I let it slide up to disappear under my shirt.
“I seem to remember you enjoying yourself.” I licked my lips to hammer home my point and was rewarded by her cheeks turning scarlet.
“Is that a strawberry?” I asked innocently, changing the subject.
“Yes,” she answered in a rush, her face as red as the fruit she reached for. “Do you like them?”
I didn’t answer her, catching her hand. I drew the juicy fruit to my lips and took a bite. “Yes, sweet.” My eyes clashed with hers. “But still not as sweet as the taste of your pussy, Amy.”
Her eyes widened, and her lips fell open in a little sigh that hit me somewhere in the stomach.
“Taste.” Pushing the fruit to her lips, I watched as her mouth closed around it, and all I could think about was how those lips would feel wrapped around me.
My cock throbbed and tented the blankets over me. Amy’s eyes darted downward like she was surprised.
“Will you eat with me?” I asked, and I didn’t know why.
“You want me to have breakfast with you? Do you want me to meet you downstairs or—” her words were cut off as I pulled her onto my lap and closed my arms around her possessively.
“I want you to have breakfast with me here, in our bed.” With her back to my chest and my shirt falling from her shoulders, it was easy to nibble my way across her skin.
She leaned against me, all the tension flowing from her body. “I would like that,” she admitted. "I was surprised when I woke up and you were still here.”
Honestly, so was I. I hadn’t planned to sleep with her in my arms, but I couldn’t deny it was the best night’s sleep I had in years.
“You are my wife.”
“You always sound so possessive when you say things like that, Alexei.” Her head fell back onto my shoulder.
“I am possessive.” Both hands roamed up her legs, parting her knees to slide inside her thighs. “Are you sore?” I needed to make sure she wasn’t before this went any further.
“Only a little,” she admitted, and it might have been my imagination, but she sounded breathless.
“Then I’ll be gentle,” I said, nipping at her shoulder. I parted her legs even more. My fingers brushed over her core ever so gently, feather-light touches that made her tremble against me.
I circled her clit, barely touching the swollen little bud, before she was squirming against me.
Jesus, I loved the little whimpers that fell from her lips because she was trying to hold them in. “Just let go.” I hugged her, my cock a throbbing, painful rod against her back. I needed to be inside her, and soon, but not before I brought her to heaven again.
“Alexei.” Breathlessly, Amy tried to close her legs over my hand. I pushed her knees further apart. Holding her tight against me. I slid a finger inside her and crooked it. Rubbing against her inner walls with one hand and her clit with the other.
“Oh, God.” Her ass moved off the bed, riding against my hand with tiny jerky movements.
“Not, God,” I put down her shoulder and doubled the pressure on her pussy, my fingers working overtime as I pushed her closer and closer to the edge. “Just me, just Alexei. God would never be able to make you feel as good as I am about to.”
She came hard, her legs clamping around my hand as she rode the waves of pleasure. When she finally fell back against my chest, her curls were damp with sweat.
“I love knowing I am the only man who has ever made you cum, Amy,” I said gruffly against her shoulder.
“I love the way your pussy flutters and the sweet sounds you make. But most of all,” without warning, I turned her.
Sliding down the bed, so she was straddling me.
My heavy cock rubbed deliciously between her lips.
“I love watching your face as you find heaven knowing I sent you there.”
She looked down the length of my body, a look of understanding in her eyes.
She might not have much experience, but she knew what I wanted because she was craving it as well.
Reaching between our bodies, she shifted her weight and pressed the leaking head of my cock against her opening, slowly lowering herself.
I watched my cock disappear into her body, and it took everything I was made of to not nut inside her straight away. What a fucking sight.
“Slowly,” I ordered, my hands reaching for my shirt so I could undo the buttons and feast my eyes on her body. “Let your body get used to me. There’s no rush.”
“You don’t have to leave?”
“There’s no rush,” I said again. I filled my hands with her full breasts, holding them in my hand as she finally sat flush on me.
I eyed her face and again had to grit my teeth.
Jesus, she looked completely lost in the feel of me inside her.
Like she had never felt anything like it before.
Which she hadn’t, I reminded myself, because I had been her first.
She rolled her hips, and my control snapped. Grabbing her hips, I moved her over me as hard and as fast as she could take it. And she could take it, not just that, but she enjoyed it.
Flipping her without coming out of her body for a second, I lifted her legs up and over my shoulders so I could bury myself in her even deeper.
“Fuck.” I groaned, the sound lost in the screams of pleasure that were coming out of her mouth loud enough to wake the whole house. I didn’t care who heard us. All that mattered was giving this woman the pleasure she deserved.
She came again, quickly, gushing her release over me and clamping around my cock in a way that forced me over the edge. I lost control completely. Slamming into her so that I could empty myself into her with a groan that sounded just like her name.
“I think every day should start like this,” she whispered when she had caught her breath. Her hands reached up to tangle in my hair, and for a second, I leaned into her hand before rolling from her.
I couldn’t help it. I laughed. “I can’t agree more. Every day should start like this, and every night should end with the sound of you screaming my name as you cum. I think that might be the key to a happy marriage.”
Out of the corner of my eyes, I watched as she rolled onto her side. “I never thought it could be like this.”
I rolled to meet her. My hands are already on her body. “What sex or between us?”
“Both,” she admitted. “I mean, I knew people enjoyed it, but I didn’t expect it—” she trailed off, embarrassed, “to feel so good. If I had known, I might have been tempted to try before.”
She meant it jokingly, but I pinned her to the bed anyway, forcing her arms down into the pillows on either side of her head.
“It wouldn’t be like that with anyone else,” I growled out. “Sex with anyone else would be disgusting. You would hate it.”
“Is that right?” There was a hint of a giggle in her voice, and her eyes were shining.
“One hundred percent. I’m the only one who can take you to heaven.” As if to prove my point, I slithered down her body, sucking one pink nipple into my mouth hard.
Her back arched off the bed, fingers digging into my scalp. “Alexei,” she moaned.
“Yes, wife,” I answered, my mouth still clamped around the wet bud of her nipple. “Is there something you want?”
I knew what she wanted because I wanted the same thing. I wanted to be inside her again.
“I need you.”
“Do you now?” Licking her nipple, I lifted my eyes to find her staring down at me.
“I would like to—” She waggled her eyebrows again, but didn’t finish the sentence. “I mean, if you want to.”
“I want to.” I came off her nipple with a wet pop and climbed over her body. “I want to, and I am more than willing. Tell me what you want?”
Amy reached for me. “You,” she said breathlessly. “Inside of me.”
Her words were like music to my ears.
“Anything for my wife.”
“Sir?” There was a small knock on the door.
I froze, staring down at Amy, who looked like she was trying not to laugh.
“What is it, Mrs. Cole?” I asked roughly. The tip of my cock pressed against Amy’s wet opening. I slid inside an inch, watching her face as I pushed my way inside of her.
“There is a call for you and—”
Another inch, I was struggling not to groan.
“Tell them I’m not available,” I panted.
Below me, Amy bit on her fist to stop from crying out.
“In fact, I won’t be seeing or speaking to anyone before ten a.m. for the foreseeable future.
” Another inch, and this time, Amy whimpered loud enough for my housekeeper to hear.
“And we will have breakfast in here every morning.”
There was a pause. “Of course, sir.” I could hear the giggle in my middle-aged housekeeper’s voice. “I’ll get that all arranged for you.”
Her footsteps fell away, and I turned back to the woman pressed under me on the bed. A wicked smile split my face as I stared down at her. “Now, where were we?”