7. Vitya
Chapter 7
Vitya
I stare at Sveta’s determined face, never feeling so out of sorts in my life. I went from being seconds away from ripping her tiny sleep shorts off and burying myself inside her, a thing I swore would never happen, to being scared to death that something is wrong with Samantha. Her angry cries fill the room, breaking my heart with each little wail, and I’ll do anything to stop them and make her feel better.
“What’s the first thing?” Sveta asks, reminding me of the insane mission we’re on. From what I read, it could literally be just about anything that set Samantha off, and it feels like we’re about to try and find a needle in a haystack.
“Her diaper might be wet and annoying her.”
“Well, that’s an easy fix.” Sveta grabs the bag of diaper supplies and gets to work. After thirty minutes of dead ends, I’m in awe of the woman before me. Sveta has no reason to be here helping me. This isn’t her baby, and we’re not in a relationship. She could’ve bailed on me, and most people would have, yet here she is, looking at Samantha with nothing but concern and love in her eyes, trying like hell to help me figure out what’s wrong and she hasn’t lost her temper once.
She looks exhausted, but she’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and watching her comfort Samantha makes it very difficult to remember why I’m supposed to be keeping her at arm’s length. God, when she’d crawled on top of me earlier and pressed her sweet lips to mine, I’d nearly lost all control. She’s my weakness, and I’m not sure what to do about that.
“Okay, she’s not hungry, her diaper is clean, she’s not in the mood for her vibrating seat or her swing, she doesn’t want her pacifier, and she doesn’t give a shit about hearing white noise,” Sveta says, going through our list of failed attempts.
Scrolling through the articles on my phone, she finally drops it on the bed and looks over at me. “Take off your shirt.”
“What?”
“Your shirt,” she says, repeating herself and looking like she’s about to fall asleep where she’s standing. “Take it off. One of the articles said that skin-to-skin contact can comfort babies.”
When I hesitate, she sighs. “Vitya, I can’t do it. What am I supposed to do if she tries to nurse? I don’t think any of us want to see that awkward moment.”
She’s not wrong. I very much want to see her topless, but not like that. I’m all for breastfeeding, but this is not that, and it would just be incredibly unsettling. Reaching a hand behind my head, I grip my shirt and tug it off, letting it drop to the floor as Sveta undresses Samantha until she’s just in her diaper. Her screams make it clear she’s not loving this new plan, but Sveta isn’t giving up just yet. She stacks the pillows up against the headboard so I can rest against them and then puts Samantha in my arms.
Stepping back, she runs her eyes over me and lets out a whispered, “Goddamn.”
I raise a brow at her, because she’s clearly breaking her own no-cussing rule.
“This is the first time I’ve ever seen you without a shirt on, Vitya, and you’re holding a baby. I think my ovaries just exploded.”
I kiss Samantha’s head but keep my eyes on Sveta, enjoying the heated look she’s giving me and the way she can’t stop fidgeting. I’ve always tried so hard to keep distance between us, and I know that we’ll inevitably have to go back to that, but right now I’m really enjoying the effect I have on her.
“Stop gloating and lay down, Vitya,” she says, and I smile at her grumpy tone.
Keeping Samantha pressed against me, I carefully get into bed, scooting over until I’m in the middle where Sveta set the pillows up. I pat Samantha’s butt and lay down so I’m slightly elevated and she’s nestled against my chest. She’s not crying quite as fiercely, and a flicker of hope rises inside me. Sveta climbs in bed, scooting next to us, and when she brushes her finger over Samantha’s tear-stained cheek, she lets out a shaky breath and calms down even more. Sveta presses the pacifier against her lips, and we both let out a sigh of relief when she takes it and doesn’t immediately spit it back out again.
The silence is deafening after listing to her scream for so long, and I’m terrified it’s going to start back up again. I keep gently patting her butt while she fights to keep her eyes open. When Sveta starts to lean back to rest her head on the pillow, Samantha’s eyes widen and she lets out what sounds suspiciously like the beginnings of another scream.
“Don’t you dare move,” I whisper.
Sveta freezes in place, and I know her neck must be sore, so I open my arm and bite back a smile at how quickly she nestles up against me. Her head rests on my shoulder, putting her face close to Samantha’s, and when she sees it, the cry she was about to give dies in her throat. Sveta hooks her leg over mine and brings her hand up to brush a strand of Samantha’s hair off her forehead before pulling the blankets up so she doesn’t get cold.
My arms are wrapped around them both, the two girls in my life that have completely stolen my heart, and I can’t keep either one of them. Grief hits me hard, the kind I haven’t felt since my brother died. My instinct is to get up and put as much distance between me and them as I can, but I can’t risk upsetting Samantha, so I’m forced to lay here and feel my heart slowly break while her small body rests on mine and Sveta’s soft breaths hit my neck. It’s a torture unlike anything I’ve ever known, and I’m not sure how I’m going to survive it.
While they both sleep, I lie awake and hold them. I’m exhausted and their combined body heat is nearly doing me in, but there’s no way I can risk moving, and I’m too afraid Samantha will fall off my chest and get hurt if I give in to sleep. I close my eyes, drifting in and out of the lightest sleep while Sveta snores softly in my ear.
As soon as I feel Samantha start to stir, my hand automatically starts patting her butt again. I’m not sure when all these reactions became automatic, but it’s like instincts I never knew I had are being brought to the surface. She sighs in her sleep and sucks on her pacifier. It appeases her for another hour, but her hungry belly finally forces her eyes open.
“Easy, little one,” I whisper, trying to scoot us both out of bed without waking Sveta. I’m not sure why I worried, Svetlana is a deep sleeper, and when she feels me move, all she does is groan in irritation and then hug the pillow I was just resting against. She’s already back to snoring softly by the time I’m standing and carrying Samantha out of the room.
I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open, but I push through it and get her bottle ready. Sitting on the couch, I feed her and smile when she grabs onto my finger.
“Feeling better?” I ask her while she kicks her feet. All signs of her earlier distress are gone. She’s back to her good-natured, happy self.
“Please don’t ever do that to us again. You had me worried.”
She smiles around her bottle, clearly enjoying the sound of my voice, so I keep talking while she finishes the last of her formula.
“I think my brother would’ve liked you. He always had a soft spot for cute things.” I keep my voice low as I tell her about my younger brother. It’s the first time I’ve talked to anyone about him, and even though Samantha doesn’t understand a single word coming out of my mouth, she keeps her brown eyes on mine and squeezes my finger while I tell her how Seryozha used to always carry around scraps of food to feed the stray animals on our street .
By the time her bottle is empty, I feel like I’ve talked more in the last day than I have in the last few months. I pat her back and kiss her cheek. Her sweet baby scent is so familiar to me now, and I can’t imagine handing her over to someone else. How could I ever trust someone else to take care of her? What if they get impatient with her? What if they don’t ever pick her up and show her love?
The mere thought of putting her back in a situation like the one she was in when I found her makes me feel sick. There’s no way I’m going to be able to let her go.
Samantha burps in my ear and kicks her feet in excitement as if sensing my thoughts.
“Yeah, yeah,” I tell her, “don’t gloat too much, little one. I still haven’t figured out how in the hell I’m going to make this happen.”
She smiles up at me when I lay her down to change her diaper, appearing to have complete confidence in my ability to sort this shit out. I hope she’s right, because I can’t stomach the idea of letting her down.
“I can’t promise it’s going to work,” I warn her. She gives me a huge grin, the kind that lights up her whole cute face, and I know I’ll do whatever the hell I have to in order to keep her with me.
“Now we just need to convince Vitaly to let me have his daughter,” I tell her as I button her sleeper back up. “That should be easy, right? Maybe he won’t want to cut off my favorite body part if you give him one of your cute smiles.”
She kicks her feet and keeps smiling. I notice her energy and sigh. “Please tell me you’re still tired. You’re killing me, Samantha.”
She latches onto her pacifier when I bring it to her lips and then pick her up. Her small body settles against mine as I gently rock her and slowly walk back to the bedroom. I’m not at all surprised to find Sveta sprawled out on the large bed. She’s kicked the blankets off, and her short shorts have ridden up, revealing one perfect ass cheek.
“Jesus,” I groan, “between the two of you, I’m going to lose my mind.”
I hold Samantha for a few more minutes until her eyes close and she drifts off to sleep. When I put her in the crib, I nearly cry with relief when she doesn’t wake up and start screaming. With any luck, I might be able to get three uninterrupted hours of sleep.
A man can dream.
Too exhausted to worry about how much bed space Svetlana is taking up, I get in under the covers, knowing I’ll be asleep in seconds. I’m careful to not make a fucking sound, but she somehow senses my presence, and before I can even think about putting up a pillow barricade, she’s throwing her leg over mine and snuggling up against me again, molding her body to mine in a way that makes it hard for me to think about anything other than fucking her.
The only thing that keeps me from acting on my need is the fact that Samantha has so thoroughly worn me out after several nights of sleep deprivation. My fatigue wins the battle against my painful erection, and I finally fall asleep. My dreams are a vivid montage of sexual encounters with a naked and very willing Sveta. At one point I’m almost pulled from my dream, but I let out an annoyed grunt and pull her body against mine, burying my face in her hair and breathing in her sweet vanilla scent until my dream takes me under again.
When I finally do open my eyes, I’m surprised to find myself alone. The bed is empty and so is the crib. My first thought is blind panic as I throw the covers off and grab my gun. Running from the room, I don’t stop until I reach the kitchen and see Sveta calmly preparing Samantha’s morning bottle.
She hears my sigh of relief and turns to face me. Her light brown eyes run over me before she gives a soft laugh. “Everything okay, Vitya? You look a little flustered.”
“The room was empty.” The overreaction of what I’ve just done makes me feel like an idiot, and when she drags her eyes over my grey sweats and gives another soft laugh, I’m grateful that I’ve never been a blusher.
“You might want to wait to say good morning to Samantha until you get rid of that thing. You wouldn’t want to scare the poor thing. ”
I look down at the outline of my still semi-hard cock and groan. “It’s rude to stare,” I remind her.
She finally pulls her eyes up to mine when she says, “Since when has that ever stopped me?”
A smile slips through before I can stop it, and when she sees it, she grins even bigger. I rub at the back of my neck, unsure of this new dynamic between us and what I’m supposed to do about it. After a few seconds, I say, “We need to talk about what happened last night.”
“Holy shit. You want to talk?” She grabs the bottle and walks over to me. Resting one hand on my bare chest, she steps even closer and says, “I never thought I’d say this, but I don’t want you to say anything. I know you’ll ruin it if you do. I don’t want to hear that you regret it or that you wish it hadn’t happened, and I sure as hell don’t want to hear about how it can never happen again.”
Stepping even closer, she meets my eyes. “Because anything you have to say right now is going to be bullshit. You can lie to yourself all you want, but no more lying to me. I saw the truth last night when you were kissing me, and I saw it this morning when you pulled me up against you while you were sleeping and buried your head in my hair, holding me like you were never going to let me go.”
I hiss out a breath when she drags her fingers down my chest and abs, not stopping until she’s running them over the cock that is now fully awake. She gives me a wink.
“And I feel the truth right now.” She gently squeezes me as her pupils dilate and her breathing picks up. “I’ve wanted you for two years, Vitya. I think you’ve played hard to get long enough, don’t you?”
“It’s not that simple,” I start to say, but Samantha’s hungry, irritated cry cuts into my words.
Sveta gives me one more squeeze, smiling when she feels my cock grow even bigger at her touch. Before she lets me go, she presses her lips to my shoulder, letting her teeth graze my skin before giving me a soft suck.
“Jesus,” I groan, not sure how much more I can take of this.
“Do me a favor,” she whispers. “Don’t jerk off.”
“Why the hell not?” I growl, already feeling so frustrated I can barely think and I haven’t even had breakfast yet.
“Do you want me to get rid of my sexual frustration all on my own?”
I think about her fucking herself in the shower, all alone so that I can’t help or at least watch. “Fuck no,” I say before I can think better of it and keep my mouth shut.
She smiles and kisses my shoulder again. “Good. I’ll keep my hands off my pussy, and you keep your hands off that magnificent cock of yours.”
And with that, she walks off without a backward glance.
It seems my pcholka is no longer content to just sting the hell out of me. She’s decided to go in for the kill, because no way in hell am I going to survive this. It was hard enough saying no to her before I knew what it felt like to kiss her. Now that I know how fucking soft her lips are and what her whimpers sound like when she’s right on the edge, it’s going to be impossible for me to not come back for more. It’s only a matter of time before she destroys my willpower again, and the next time it happens I’m not going to be content with just a kiss.
While she feeds Samantha, I hurry and get cleaned up. Even though I didn’t actually agree to her no-masturbation rule, I go along with it anyway and keep my hand off my aching cock. It wouldn’t have satisfied me anyway. I want her . I’ve been jerking off to fantasies of her for two goddamn years, and the thought of having to do it again is too depressing to face.
When I walk back into the living room, Samantha is already fed and changed and happily kicking away at her piano.
“My turn,” Sveta says, standing up and heading back down the hall I just came through.
“Don’t forget your rule,” I holler at her.
I hear her soft laugh over the annoyingly loud notes of Samantha’s keyboard. Leaning over the playpen, I return the big smile she gives me and brush my finger along her soft cheek. I swear she’s putting on weight, and she already seems so much happier and alert than she was just a few days ago.
“You may be the cutest baby I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, “but you’re a truly terrible foot pianist.”
She smiles and kicks even harder, putting on the world’s cutest concert. Visually, it’s adorable, but audibly it makes me wish I had earplugs.
“You want to swing while I make breakfast?”
She doesn’t scream in protest, so I take it as a yes and pick her up. Her hand rests on my freshly shaved cheek, and when I kiss her forehead, she smiles and starts making noises. She seems to have recently discovered her voice, and I think it intrigues her. She hums and grunts around her pacifier while I put her in the swing and get started on breakfast.
I’m just finishing up the omelets when Sveta walks in. Her long, light brown hair is still slightly damp, and she’s left it loose so it hits her shoulders and taunts me with the urge to fist it. The green sweater she’s wearing hugs her curves, and the jeans make her ass look fucking divine. Everything about her makes me want to get on my knees and worship her. Sveta, for better or worse, is my undoing. I understand the almost fanatical need some devout believers have to devote their lives to the god they believe in, because I would walk on glass for this woman. I’d fast for a month and forsake all others if it meant she were mine and only mine.
“That looks amazing.” She looks at the food I’ve completely forgotten about and then claps her hands when she sees the bacon I’ve made to go with it.
“I’ve never met anyone who gets so excited about food.”
She shrugs and takes the plate I hand her. “I’m a virgin, Vitya. Food is my one pleasure in life.” Seeing the look on my face, she gives me a wink and adds, “Feel free to change that at any time.”
“You’ve got to stop saying things like that to me.”
“Why? It’s the truth.”
I fix my own plate and sit down next to her at the counter. She’s already made a good dent in her breakfast by the time I take my first bite. I hold up the dull knife I’m using to cut my omelet and wave it in front of her face.
“You see this? You see how dull this thing is?”
Her mouth is full, so she keeps chewing while she nods.
“This is what your dad is going to use to cut my dick off with if I touch you.”
She swallows and laughs.
“I’m glad the idea of my dick getting slowly sawed through is so humorous to you.”
“It’d take a lot more than that dull thing to get through what you’re packing.”
A grin plays at my lips from her compliment. “Your dad would make it happen. Where do you think you get your stubbornness from?”
She rolls her eyes at me. “He was probably just teasing.”
“No, Sveta, he was not. Your dad and uncles are very dangerous men, and they’re even worse when their daughters are involved.” I let out a frustrated groan and sit back. “I’m not saying I don’t want you. I’m saying this isn’t going to end well for either of us.”
She thinks about what I’ve said while taking another huge bite. While she chews, I drink my coffee until she finally says, “Stop worrying so much. We’ll figure it out.”
“That’s it? That’s all you’ve got? It took you like five minutes of chewing to come up with that.”
She shrugs. “A lady doesn’t talk with her mouth full.”
I laugh. “Since when has that ever stopped you? I’ve been listening to you yell at me around a mouthful of food for two years.”
She laughs and points her fork at me. “I’m not that bad, and we both know you deserved it.”
I don’t argue the point. She’s right. Getting under her skin is my favorite pastime, and I’ve gotten pretty damn good at it.
We both go back to finishing our breakfast, and by the time she’s drowning her bacon in syrup, I’m downing the last of my coffee and starting on the dishes. I refrain from commenting when she uses her last piece of bacon to scoop up the syrup, but when she grabs a spoon and tries to get the remaining remnants, I ask, “Do you just want to lick the damn thing?”
She raises a brow at me, and then while keeping her eyes on mine, she runs her tongue over the spoon. It’s a slow lick, a teasing lick, and it quickly has my cock straining against my jeans. I let out a frustrated grunt at having to deal with another hard-on and slam the plate into the dishwasher.
“Everything okay?” she asks sweetly.
“I’m about to go break your rule,” I tell her.
She jumps off the stool and walks over to me. “Don’t you dare.”
I run an irritated hand through my hair and glance over to check on Samantha. She’s fallen asleep in her swing, completely oblivious to the storm brewing in the kitchen around her.
“That’s not fair,” Sveta hisses at me, keeping her voice low so she doesn’t wake Samantha.
“Not fair?” I ask her. “What’s not fair is you teasing the hell out of me when you know I can’t do anything about it.”
She steps closer and fists my shirt while she narrows her beautiful eyes at me. “No, Vitya. What’s not fair is that I’ve wanted you since the night I saved your ass, and you’ve ignored me ever since. You’re a little sexually frustrated? Cry me a fucking river.”
Her hand slams against my chest before she fists my shirt again.
“You’ve been going out and getting laid while I’ve been left to think about you and to want what I can’t have. That’s what’s fucking unfair.”
“You think I’ve been fucking other women?” I ask her.
She’s so surprised by the question that she loosens her grip on my shirt. Her brown eyes search mine, and I can see the confusion in them. It never once occurred to her that I wasn’t sleeping around this whole time.
“Haven’t you?” she whispers.
I cup her face and kiss her forehead. “I haven’t touched another woman since I saw you.”
“You haven’t? ”
“No, pcholka , I haven’t.”
“Why are you calling me little bee?”
I smile and kiss the tip of her nose. “Because you can be annoying as hell, and your sting hurts like a bitch.” I run my thumb along the seam of her lips. “And because I knew you’d taste like honey, so fucking sweet.”
She parts her lips, and I know the raw hunger in her eyes is mirrored in mine. “I once told you to never look at me like this.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re imagining what it would feel like to have me inside you.”
Her breath hitches as my thumb parts her lips even more and I slide into the wet heat of her mouth. She runs her tongue over me and then latches on with a good, hard suck that I feel radiate through every part of my body. When I feel her teeth graze my skin, because my little bee can’t help but threaten to sting, I let out a deep groan and bring my mouth to hers.
She opens for me, kissing me around my thumb and tasting syrupy sweet. Threading my other hand in her hair, I hold her still while she runs her tongue over mine. I explore her mouth with my thumb and tongue, wanting every single part of this woman, and when I pull back, it’s not so I can stop the kiss. It’s so I can pick her up and carry her into the living room. I want to bury my face between Sveta’s legs, and there’s no way in hell I’m doing that in front of a baby, even if she is asleep.
“You better not be about to drop me and walk off.”
Her out-of-breath, rushed words hit me full force, and I know I need to fix the distance I’ve put between us. The wall needs to come down, because I can’t have her doubting how I feel about her.
“Look at me, Sveta.”
I wait until she calms down enough to meet my eyes. I’m still carrying her, and her legs are wrapped around my waist while I brace an arm under her ass. Using my free hand, I give her hair a soft tug, smiling at the frown she gives me .
“I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing,” I admit.
“I picked up on that,” she mutters.
“Put your stinger away, sweetheart, I’m trying to tell you something nice.”
She looks like she wants to give another smart-ass comment, but she wisely bites her tongue.
“I may not know what I’m doing, but I’m done fighting how I feel for you. Your dad might very well kill me, but you’re worth it. I already feel like I’m on borrowed time. I should’ve died the night you found me.”
“Don’t say that.” The sad urgency in her voice reminds me of that night, of how determined she’d been to save me.
“I never thanked you for saving me.”
She cups my face and kisses me gently. “No, you haven’t.”
I smile and lay her down on the plush rug, still not uttering the words she’s been trying to get me to say for two years.
“You are so beautiful,” I whisper, running my eyes over her face and body. She lets out a soft sigh when I slide my fingers under her sweater and trail them over the soft skin of her stomach. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about touching you.”
“Probably about as many times as I’ve thought about touching you,” she whispers.
I give her a wink and lower my head to kiss her stomach. “No way in hell I don’t have you beat on that one, pcholka. ”
She runs her fingers through my hair, and when I pop the button of her jeans, she moans my name and arches her hips, wanting me to remove her pants.
“You sure about this, Sveta?” I look up at her, giving her a chance to get control of herself and tell me no, but she just smiles and wiggles her hips.
“Better hurry. That adorable little cock-blocker isn’t going to sleep all day, and you owe me an orgasm. Several, actually.” She gives a soft laugh. “You’re going to be a very exhausted man for the foreseeable future, Vitya. I hope you can handle it. ”
“So fucking demanding and I haven’t even put my mouth on you yet.”
She sighs and leans all the way back, stretching her arms over her head, and when I don’t move fast enough, she wiggles her hips again. “Vitya, please. I think I might cry if I don’t get to come soon. You have no idea how frustrated I am right now.”
“Oh, I think I have an idea.” I let her feel my hard length against her leg. “I’ve pretty much been like this for two goddamn years.”
She lifts up and gives me one of her classic Sveta looks and says, “Well, whose fault is that? Now, stop talking and remind me why I saved your life.”
I can’t help but shake my head and laugh at her feisty tone. I knew going into this that she’d be a handful, but I’m guessing a few orgasms will loosen her up.
She lays back and huffs out a “Finally” when I unzip her pants and start to pull them off her.
“Keep it up, sweetheart, and I may decide I’m no longer hungry.”
Her fingers tighten in my hair, an obvious attempt to keep my head between her legs, but all it does is make me laugh and nip at the soft skin of her hip. Patience isn’t something that comes naturally to Sveta, but she’ll learn that she’s not always going to get her way with me. I’m not the kind of man who’s going to come running every time she snaps her fingers, no matter how sexy she may look while she’s doing it.
She rocks her hips up when I start to tug her jeans down, and as soon as I’ve pulled them off, she spreads her thighs for me. Sveta may be a virgin, but there’s nothing hesitant about her. She wants this, the way she’s rocking her hips and the obvious wet stain on her pretty pink panties is proof of that.
“Jesus,” I groan, rethinking my stance on not being at her beck and call, because I know I’d do any damn thing she asked of me right now. She could ring a goddamn bell, and I’d come running.
Unable to resist, I grab her thighs, spreading her wider apart as I lower my face and nuzzle the pussy I would gladly worship until the day I die. There’s still a thin scrap of fabric between my face and her flesh, but I don’t care. I can smell her intoxicating scent, and I can feel the folds of her pussy against my mouth.
“Vitya,” she moans, gripping my head and fighting against the hold I have on her, trying desperately to grind against my face and get herself off.
“Patience, little bee. I want to savor this.”
“I’ve been patient,” she reminds me while digging her heel into my back.
I place a soft kiss on her panty-covered clit. “How untouched are you?”
“Completely.”
The angry tone of her voice makes me smile as I give her another kiss. This one is firmer, and I drag my thumb up her slit while I do it.
“Fuck, don’t you dare stop,” she hisses at me.
Pulling a hand from my hair, she uses it to try and tug her panties off, but I smack her hand away and keep teasing her through the fabric.
“You’re going to come like this,” I tell her. “You’re going to come while everything you want is just out of reach.” I press the pad of my tongue against her clit and rub her through her panties while she tries desperately to rock her hips.
“Fucker.” She pants the word and somehow makes it sound like an endearment, and when I wrap my lips around her clit and give it a suck, she lets out a sexy gasp and fists my hair even tighter.
“Don’t scream when you come, Sveta,” I warn her.
“I won’t,” she promises, willing to agree to anything right now as long as it keeps my mouth on her. I tease her relentlessly, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m so close,” she whines. “Please don’t stop.”
Hearing her beg makes me fucking ravenous for her, and when I spread her thighs wider and press harder against her clit, she breaks apart for me. She must clamp a hand over her mouth, because all I can hear are muffled screams as she soaks her panties so fucking good for me. I growl against her pussy, tasting her through the fabric and knowing it will never be enough. Before she’s even come down, I’m yanking her panties off, unable to stand anything between us.
The sight of her bare, glistening pussy freezes me in place. She’s swollen and shaved and so goddamn wet. She’s still wearing her green sweater, and an overwhelming urge hits me to see her fully naked. I’ve imagined her like this so many times, but my mind didn’t do her justice. I had no idea anyone could even be this beautiful. My hands slide up her shapely thighs and along her hips before ghosting over her stomach.
“I want you naked,” I tell her.
Her brown eyes are still glassy from lust, and the orgasm has put her into an agreeable mood, so instead of teasing me or using her sharp tongue on me, she sits up and pulls her sweater off before quickly ditching her bra.
“Jesus,” I whisper, running my eyes over her. Leaning towards her, I cup the back of her head and pull her closer so our lips are almost touching. “My imagination didn’t do you justice, sweetheart. I’m not sure anything could have. You take my goddamn breath away.”
She whispers my name right before I kiss her and lower her back down to the rug. Her legs wrap around me, pulling a groan from my chest when she starts to grind against my jeans. I’ve never been so painfully hard in my life, but all I can think about is making her feel good. I want to make up for the two years that I pushed her away, the two years that I denied both of us this. Because this is fucking beautiful, and I never want it to end.
Breaking our kiss, I work my way down her neck as her nails run along my neck and scalp. The sensation sends a shiver down my spine and makes my cock ache even more. Cupping one of her tits, I fill my hand with her while I kiss and suck on the other. I know we could be interrupted at any moment, but I can’t bring myself to rush this. My tongue runs over the swell of her perky tit. Her rosy nipple is tight and constricted, and when I flick it with my tongue, she gasps and rocks her hips harder.
I fill my mouth with her, taking in as much as I can while my fingers tease her other breast until she’s writhing beneath me and begging for more. Giving her one last suck, I force my lips to let her go so I can trail a line of kisses down her stomach. I’m obsessed with this woman, and I want to taste and mark every inch of her skin as mine.
Knowing that will have to wait until later, I force my mouth lower, craving her pussy and wanting nothing more than to bury my head between her pretty thighs and devour her.
“Fuck,” she whimpers when I get to her smooth mound and lightly drag my tongue over it. She’s so goddamn soft, and the scent of her arousal is making me downright feral. With my hands on her inner thighs, I widen her legs, splaying her out for me so she’s on full display.
All I can do is stare.
I’m spreading her wide enough to part her pussy lips, and she’s so goddamn wet that she’s dripping for me.
“Such a messy girl,” I tease, leaning closer so she can feel the heat of my breath on her sensitive folds.
“Taste me,” she begs. “I want to feel your tongue on me.”
“Like this?” I run my tongue slowly up her parted slit, dipping inside just enough to drive us both crazy.
“God yes,” she pants, fisting my hair again.
“I was right about you,” I say, giving her another taste. “Sweet as fucking honey, pcholka .”
She moans as I groan against her, filling my mouth with the taste that I’ve quickly become addicted to. Unable to hold back any longer, I dig my fingers into her thighs and fuck her with my tongue. She moans my name and grips my hair while I eat her like a starving man who’s trying like hell to end his hunger, but the more I get, the more I want. This type of appetite will never be sated, but it’s not going to stop me from trying.
Sucking and kissing her tender flesh, I devour every inch of her pussy, and only when I feel her entire body start to shake do I bring my mouth to her clit. She’s swollen, so fucking ripe and ready, and all it takes is one firm lick to send her careening off the cliff.
I don’t let up. I’m way past gentle. I tongue and lick and suck her clit until she’s gasping for air and pawing at my head while she desperately tries to close her legs to protect her overly sensitive pussy.
“No,” I growl at her. “You will fucking take everything I want to give you.”
“It’s too much,” she whines.
“It will never be enough. I have two years to make up for, Sveta, so lay the fuck back down and come all over my face again like the good girl I know you can be.”
“Jesus Christ,” she whispers, flopping back onto the rug.
Her muscles are loose, but her body is still shaking as I circle her clit with my tongue, easing her back to where I want her. While I tease her with my mouth, I lightly drag the top of one finger along her soaking wet slit. She parts so easily for me when I slip inside, even as she grips me so fucking tightly.
“Oh my god,” she moans when I start to finger her. “More.”
I lift my head at her demand. “I thought you wanted me to stop.”
She lifts up enough to see me. “Since when do you ever listen to me? Besides, I’m curious if you can get another one out of me before she wakes up.”
“Challenge fucking accepted, sweetheart.”