17. Svetlana

Chapter 17

Svetlana

W hen I step out of the shower, Vitya is leaning against the edge of the counter, waiting for me. I can’t say I’m surprised. He’s been eyeing me like he’s ready to pounce all day, and now that Tony has given him the green light, he’s not going to be satisfied with me getting him off in every way I can think of that doesn’t involve him sliding into my pussy. Nope, the look in his blue eyes makes it clear he’s a man on a mission.

His gaze runs over me, slowly trailing over my skin, watching me as I pat myself dry, but when I start to wrap the towel around my chest, he pushes off from the counter and takes it from me. Dropping it to the floor, he drags a finger along my collarbone.

“You won’t be needing that, sweetheart.”

I reach out and pinch the fabric of his shirt. “Then you won’t be needing this either.”

He smiles down at me, letting me pull the shirt up and over his head. It falls next to the towel as I run my eyes over the beautiful body in front of me. I know every inch of this man, and I love every one of them. It’s not just the tattoos and sculpted muscles that drive me crazy, though. It’s also the old scars from the night I saved his life, the new ones from the night he saved mine, and the Russian Orthodox cross that he never takes off. He wears his history, our history, and that’s what sets my heart racing so fast I can feel it in my chest and what always takes my breath away.

I run my fingers lightly over the scars, feeling the black stitches that will be in for a few more days and then drift lower. His abs tighten at my touch, and when I run a finger over the thin line of dark hair that runs below his navel, he hisses out a breath and cups my face.

While his thumb caresses my cheek and his eyes stay locked on mine, I undo his pants and slowly pull the zipper down. He groans when I slide my hand into his boxers, eyes falling closed when I curl my fingers around him and run my thumb over his slit, soaking it in his pre-cum.

Bringing it to my mouth, I suck it clean as he opens his eyes to watch me. “Better get out of those pants, Vitya.”

He smiles and leans closer so our lips are almost touching. “You’re not the one giving orders tonight.”

I give the head of his cock a soft squeeze while running my slick thumb over the ridge of skin that always drives him crazy. When the movement pulls another groan from him, I ask, “You don’t think so?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

Before I can argue or tease him again, he cups my ass and lifts me up, forcing my hands off his dick.

“Your stitches,” I start to say, but he cuts me off with a gruff, “They’re fine, Sveta. Stop fucking worrying about me.”

I laugh and wrap my arms around his neck. “Never, Vitya. You can growl at me all you want. I’m never going to stop worrying about you.”

“And here I thought you’d be a nice submissive little wife.”

“Well you only have yourself to blame for that one.”

He smiles and gives one of my cheeks a hard enough smack to make me gasp. “I much prefer you like this, pcholka . I’d hate it if you didn’t give me reasons to spank this perfect ass. ”

“I promise I’ll always give you reasons,” I tell him, knowing that’ll be the easiest promise in the world to keep.

Setting me on the bed, he watches me as he strips out of his pants. “God, I’ve missed you,” he groans, getting on the bed and hovering over me.

Unable to resist, I point at his still-healing wound and ask, “Are you sure you should be on top?”

He sighs and sits back so he’s in between my thighs, looking down at me. “I’m clearly not doing my job right if you’re thinking about anything other than the desperate need to have my cock inside you.”

“I’m definitely thinking about that, but I love you and I worry.”

Running his hands up my body, he spreads my thighs as wide as they’ll go, fully exposing my pussy to him. “Jesus,” he groans, watching my lips part for him. He brings a finger to my slit, slowly dragging it along my sensitive folds. “No more worrying, Sveta. I promise I’m not going to do anything that’s going to hurt me, and I promise I’ll find a different position if it does. Okay?”

“Okay,” I say and then moan when he runs over my clit in a featherlight touch that leaves me wanting more.

“The only thing you need to do tonight is be a good girl and take everything I want to give you.” He circles my clit again, smiling when my hips arch at his touch. “Not so difficult, right?”

“No,” I agree. “I think even I can handle that one.”

He smirks. “Well, that remains to be seen, but here’s hoping.”

I start to roll my eyes, but he pinches my clit and all I can manage is a half roll before my eyes close on a gasp.

“Hmm, maybe I can make you into an obedient wife after all,” he muses while sliding a finger into me.

“Dream on, Vitya,” I tell him even as I rock my hips for more. “You’d be bored out of your mind. You like that I fight back. You always have.”

He gives me a wink and slides another finger in. “True enough, pcholka, but you do look so damn good when you’re on your knees for me. ”

“But you like it more when you have to fist my hair to keep me there.”

His cock pulses at my words, and it’s my turn to smirk. Keeping his fingers inside me, he braces a forearm by my head and leans closer so our faces are almost touching.

“I love everything about you, Sveta, but I love your fire most of all. I love that you never let me get away with anything, I love that you always challenge me, and you’re right. I do love when I have to fist your hair and force my cock down your throat. Even as you take every inch so goddamn willingly, you still fight me enough to make it fun.”

Pulling his fingers out of me, he brings them to his mouth, licking them clean with a deep groan before hovering over me again. The head of his cock presses against me, a teasing pressure that has me squirming beneath him. He smiles and presses harder against my hips, pinning me in place.

“Sucks, doesn’t it?” he asks, raising a brow at me. “Having what you want so close but not being able to get it?”

“You’ve proven your point,” I tell him. “Now give me your cock.”

He laughs. “God, that’s cute, sweetheart. Keep trying to boss me around and see what that gets you.”

I bite my tongue, since it’s just getting me in trouble right now, and force myself to relax. He watches me with an amused glint in his eyes, knowing exactly what this is costing me. Instead of going easy on me, though, he just keeps teasing me. He runs the head of his cock over my clit, pulling a breathy moan from between my lips before he presses against me again, sliding in just enough to give me hope before dashing it by pulling back out.

“Oh, come on!” I yell, digging my fingers into his shoulders and wrapping my legs around his waist.

He doesn’t budge. It’s like trying to get a stubborn horse to move down a path it doesn’t want to take. Vitya is only going to move how he wants to, and right now that’s at an excruciatingly slow pace that has him fucking me with just the head of his cock .

His hand cups my face as his thumb runs over my lips and he leans closer, putting his face right above mine.

“Will you marry me?” he asks. “I know we’re already married and we still need to do the rings and celebrate it properly, but I didn’t get to ask you, and I really hate that.”

I smile and run my hands through his dark hair. “And you thought I’d be in a yes kind of mood while you’re teasing me and refusing to give me what I want?”

He smiles and kisses the corner of my mouth, slowly working his way along my lips while he keeps up the slow, shallow thrusts. “Say yes and I’ll give you everything you want.”

“Ah, bribery, is it?”

“I could remind you that we’re already married, so even if you say no, it doesn’t really matter.” He lifts up enough so I can see the sweet smile he’s giving me, the one that I’m completely addicted to, the one that he hid from me for two years. “But I’d really love to hear you say yes, Sveta. You’re my whole world, pcholka , always have been, always will be. I promise to love and protect you, to always take care of you, to satisfy you in every way imaginable, and to provide you with your favorite, unhealthy snacks.”

I smile up at him. “How on earth could I ever say no to that?” I’ve been more emotional lately, so I’m not surprised when my eyes get a bit misty. “Yes, Vitya, I’ll marry you. I promise I’ll always love you and be faithful to you, I promise I’ll try my best to love your granola and respect your neat-freak ways, and I promise I will always be here for you, no matter what.”

His eyes light up at my words, and I feel his smile as he kisses me deeply. We both put everything we have into that kiss, and it leaves me dizzy and breathless and never wanting to part from him. When I give his tongue a suck, he groans and finally lets his need for me take over. Instead of holding himself back, he thrusts into me hard enough to make my tits bounce as I’m moved up the bed a couple of inches. Letting out a deep groan, he grips my hip, holding me in place as he slams back into me .

I’ve missed being this close to him. I’ve missed the way he consumes every part of me and the way he stretches me to the point of pain. His tongue claims my mouth as he cups the back of my head, refusing to let there by any space between us. Every hard thrust has me clenching even tighter around him as he effortlessly lights me up from the inside, pushing me closer and closer to the release I’m so desperate for.

My hands run up his back, feeling the stitches from his wound, moaning in pleasure and then in pain when I think about how close I came to losing him. Tears prick my eyes as unwanted memories hit me—his unconscious body, blood, and so much fear.

He breaks our kiss to whisper, “I’m right here, baby. Nothing will ever keep me from you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he says right as he hits me right where I need and I let go with a scream that he quickly stifles with his mouth.

I wrap my body around his, clinging to him as my pussy grips him in a way that gives him no choice but to let go. He growls my name, burying himself deep and locking our bodies together as he pulses inside me.

“I want you pregnant,” he murmurs against my lips. His hand grabs the back of my thigh, hiking my leg higher so my hips rock up even more as he presses in deeper, creating a seal with our bodies as he gives another deep groan and fills me with the last of his cum.

Keeping us locked together, he ghosts his lips over mine and whispers, “I want my baby growing in your belly, pcholka .”

I cup his face, running my fingers over the light stubble and then along the dragon tattoo on his neck. “I’m pretty sure I already am.”

“What?”

His blue eyes search mine, and I smile at the excited, hopeful glint in them.

“I haven’t taken a test yet, but my period is late, and in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been a bit of an emotional mess lately. ”

“I was trying to be a gentleman and not mention it,” he says, making me laugh. “Do you really think you might be?”

“It’s definitely possible. We may have had to take a couple weeks off while you healed, but we both know you could’ve easily gotten me pregnant before then.”

He gives me a wink, unable to hide his proud grin. “I did fill you with a lot of cum, sweetheart.”

“That you did.” It has not escaped my notice that he’s still hard inside me, so I ask, “Are you just planning on not leaving?”

He smiles and tilts me up even more while pressing even deeper into me.

“Jesus, Vitya, I swear I can feel you hitting my ribs.”

I’m being completely serious, but he just laughs and nips at my bottom lip. “I want you to feel me everywhere.”

“Mission accomplished,” I tell him.

He drags his nose along my cheek, breathing me in as he keeps me pinned to the bed. One of his hands slides beneath me to cup my ass, and I let out a surprised gasp when he gently presses the pad of his finger against my tight, back hole.

“You haven’t felt me everywhere, sweetheart,” he murmurs while I try to not show how much I’m enjoying having his finger on my ass. Not surprising at all, he picks up on it anyway and gives me a smug grin. “I believe I did make you a promise. You remember? I said you’d beg me to take your ass and that you’d love it.”

“I don’t remember that at all. I think you’re confused.”

“No? Well, let me see if I can jog your memory.”

I’m already soaked from our combined release, making it easy for him to slide his finger along the tight ring of muscle that nothing has ever breached before. He rocks his hips, gently fucking me while pressing the tip of his finger against my asshole. My body fights him. It’s not a conscious decision. It’s just a natural, instinctive reaction against something trying to intrude on a place that I’ve always thought of as being forbidden.

“You’re going to have to relax for this to work,” Vitya whispers against my lips. “I don’t want to hurt you, and the only way to avoid that is for you to relax and let me in. Don’t tense and don’t try to keep me out. Just let me in, sweetheart.”

“Easier said than done,” I tell him, feeling him smile as he nibbles on my lips.

“Oh, I think I can get you into a relaxed state.” Without warning, he flips us over and then scoots back so he’s leaning against the headboard with me in his lap, his cock still buried deep inside me.

“Damn,” I groan, loving the way this position puts me in control. With my knees digging into the bed on either side of him, I raise up a few inches before sinking back down. His eyes close at the sensation while I ride him just as slowly as he’d been fucking me earlier. My hands clasp behind his neck, using him for leverage when I decide I want more and start to work him harder.

“Fuck,” he growls, opening his eyes so he can watch me. He presses harder against my ass, smiling when he feels way less resistance this time. “Someone’s loosening up,” he murmurs.

The sensations overwhelm me. His cock is hitting all my nerve endings inside while his finger is lighting up all the ones on the outside, and the combination is almost blinding. I gasp his name when the tip of his finger breaches my tight ring of muscle and he pushes inside.

“That’s my girl,” Vitya praises, slowly sliding his finger all the way in. “Use my big cock, pcholka . Let me watch you take your pleasure.”

I’m not about to say no to that. My hips are already moving before he’s even gotten the words out. I hear his soft chuckle at my eagerness, but I’m way too far gone to feel embarrassed or to worry about something as silly as my pride and keeping the upper hand. I just want him to make me feel good like he always does.

Following my lead, he fingers my ass in tandem with the way I’m rising and falling on his cock, making it so that both my holes are stuffed full at the same time. It’s a bliss unlike anything I’ve ever known. Sex with Vitya has always felt amazing, but this? This just takes it to a whole new level.

When I feel him nudging a second finger in, my eyes widen in surprise, but my body only gives a half-hearted attempt at tensing up. I’ve discovered how good this feels, and not even my body’s natural instincts want to keep him out anymore.

“I knew you’d love me in this little ass.” He gives a soft laugh when I moan and arch my hips back as much as I’m able to, trying to give him better access. “Wet my cock even more, sweetheart. Get me ready for your ass.”

I groan at his filthy words, loving when he talks dirty to me. Clutching him tighter, I kiss him and ride him hard, knowing I’m only seconds away. His free hand finds my right breast, filling his hand with me as his thumb runs over my nipple, giving me that last bit of stimulation I’d been missing. When the orgasm hits me, he swallows my screams and fingers my ass in a fierce rhythm that makes every part of my body light up before a liquid warmth spreads through me, leaving me breathless and weak. Every part of me hums with pleasure, and even though my muscles feel like jelly, I manage to lift my head and give a soft laugh.

“Jesus, Vitya, that was amazing.”

He smiles and gives my nipple a soft pinch. “I do love putting that adorable, loopy grin on your face, sweetheart.” Slowly pulling his fingers out of my ass, he gives my cheek a soft pat and says, “Unfortunately, I won’t be able to see it next time.”

“What? Why?”

He grins and grabs onto my hips, slowly raising me off him. Before he answers, he gives an appreciative groan at the sight of my pussy sliding off him. When he’s free, he meets my eyes and says, “Because you’re going to turn around. I’m taking you from behind, just like this, so I can see every single moment of your tight ass opening up for me.”

Without giving me a chance to respond, he lets me go and makes a circling motion with his finger, encouraging me to spin around. When I hesitate, he cups the back of my head, pulling me close again so our chests are pressed together.

“Don’t get shy on me now, pcholka .” He gently fists the back of my hair and wraps his other arm around me, pinning our bodies together. The hard length of him presses against my stomach, and the thought of all that inside my ass has my body tensing, quickly erasing how good his fingers had felt.

“No, no, no,” he murmurs, whispering the words against my lips. “Remember how good you opened for my fingers? You’re going to do the same thing for my cock, and I promise you’re going to love every goddamn second of it.”

“Your fingers are a lot smaller,” I remind him.

He smiles. “Exactly, just think about how much better this is going to feel.” His tongue flicks out against my top lip, and when my mouth opens, he delves inside with a hunger that is raw and feral and all-consuming. My heart races in my chest, pounding hard enough that I know he must be feeling it too. He kisses me until I can’t remember why I was ever afraid or tense or unsure about this, because right now, all I can think about is getting him inside me and giving this last part of myself to him.

Pulling back, we’re both breathless as he says, “Turn around, Sveta, and give me that tight ass.”

I nod, and this time I don’t make him wait. As soon as he lets go, I turn around so I’m straddling him from behind. Up on my knees, I stare at his muscled, long legs while he runs his fingers along my spine, trailing a slow line to my ass.

“I know you’re scared, sweetheart, but I promise I’ll never do anything that hurts you. This position is going to give you the control while also giving me a really fucking amazing view.” His fingers trail soft, teasing lines over my cheeks. “We stop when you say so. Okay?”

“Okay,” I whisper.

“But first I want you to grab my ankles.”

“Huh?” I turn my head to look at him, but he places a firm hand on the center of my back and gently pushes, encouraging me to lean forward.

“Don’t worry about the why, sweetheart. Just obey.”

I laugh. “Did you forget who you’re talking to?”

“I know exactly who I’m talking to, Sveta.” His hand presses harder against my back as his other hand gives my cheek a stinging smack. “Hands on my ankles, pcholka .”

His fingers drag over my stinging cheek, pulling a soft moan from me as I lean forward and grab his ankles.

“Hips up, ass out,” he commands, and when I hesitate, he gives me another spank. “Don’t make me ask again, Sveta. I want this perfect ass in my face, and I want it right fucking now.”

Biting back my embarrassment, I lift up so I’m on my knees again. Feeling like my ass is right in his face, I can’t bring myself to tilt my hips.

“Sveta,” he warns.

I grip his ankles tighter and look over my shoulder. “This is embarrassing,” I groan.

“Nothing is embarrassing between us, and no part of your body is off limits to me. You’re mine, pcholka, every part of you.”

“And if I hate it?” I ask.

“Then we stop. I don’t think you understand.” Strong hands grip my hips, tilting me so my most intimate parts are on full display for him. He lets out a masculine groan and cups my cheeks, spreading me open so nothing is hidden from view. My fingers tighten around his ankles as I feel the heat of his breath right before I feel his lips kissing a line up my right cheek.

“Even though I’ve never taken this ass, sweetheart, it’s still mine.” His teeth graze my skin in a soft, teasing bite. “And if you decide you hate this, then I’ll stop, but this ass will still be mine. Every part of you is.”

“And you won’t be disappointed?” I can’t help but ask.

“Never.” He nips at my skin again. “Like I said, every part of you already belongs to me.”

“Jesus,” I gasp when he keeps my cheeks spread wide and runs his tongue over my asshole in a long, slow lick.

He gives an amused laugh. “I know you’re worried, but I’m not. You’re going to fucking love this, baby.”

As if on a mission to prove himself right, he licks me again, circling his tongue and teasing me in a way that I hadn’t thought possible. His fingers had felt good, damn good, but this? This is earth shattering. He licks and sucks and kisses the delicate, sensitive skin of my ass until I’m moaning his name and rocking my hips while my pussy drips onto his lap. He feels my arousal hit his cock, and he groans in response, sending another shiver through my body as goose bumps pepper my skin.

I moan his name, begging for more. As good as his mouth feels, I want more. I feel empty, painfully empty, and I need him to fill me. I want the spread and the burn and the sensation of it being too much. I need him .

“More,” I beg, not caring that I sound desperate and ravenous and not at all like a woman who just had an amazing orgasm a few minutes ago. Vitya has that effect on me. The more he gives, the more I want. It’s his fault, really. He makes it feel too good. How could I not want more?

I feel the heat of his breath as he gives a soft laugh. “I love how hungry you always are, baby.” He gives me another lick and then kisses a line along my cheek, nipping softly as he goes. “Reach into the nightstand and get me the bottle of lube.”

“What bottle of lube?”

“The bottle I ordered as soon as we left Dominic’s house,” he says, giving another soft laugh. “Thinking about fucking this sweet ass is what kept me sane while I was stuck there.”

I lean over and open the drawer, grabbing the bottle that’s sitting next to my old sketchpad. When I hand it to him, he rips off the plastic and then pours a generous amount onto his cock before gently pushing me back down again. With my ass in the air, he runs his lubed-up fingers over my back hole, getting me ready for him.

“Sit back up,” he tells me, and when I do, he grips my hips and guides me down until the head of his cock is pressing against my tight hole. “Go as slow as you need to, baby.”

The sensation of him pressing against me is foreign but nice. It feels deliciously naughty and taboo, and I’m surprised by how much I like that. It doesn’t mean I’m ready to just sit back and impale myself on him, though. I want this, but I’m also still scared of it.

“I need your help,” I tell him. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

I feel his mouth on my back, kissing and licking a path up my spine. “Relax, pcholka ,” he whispers against my skin. “Just relax and let me in.”

Forcing myself to take a deep breath, I try like hell to not clench up when he very gently pulls me down. The head of his cock presses into my ass, and there’s no way my body can resist tightening. He hisses out a breath at the sensation.

“Fuck that feels good,” he groans, sliding me down even more. “You look so fucking good like this. Your tight little ass is spreading so goddamn good for me.”

My breaths are ragged as I dig my fingers into his legs, using him for leverage as my thighs shake and my body works to accommodate his size. He always feels impossibly big, but he feels twice as large in my ass.

“Vitya, I don’t know if I can do this,” I whisper. “You’re too goddamn big.”

“But I’m almost halfway in, sweetheart, and look how good you’re doing.”

“Jesus fuck,” I groan, remembering I’d felt the exact same way when he’d taken my virginity. The pain had turned into pleasure then, and I have to trust that this will too. If not, then it can be that crazy thing we tried once and then never do again.

This position may put me in control, but he’s the one guiding me now. He raises me up before slowly sliding back down, fucking me with half his cock while my body relaxes and stretches even more for him. I feel the scales tip, edging me closer to pleasure than the slight burn I’ve been feeling. He notices the difference in me and gives my shoulder a soft bite.

“Ready for more, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” I whisper and then add a quick, “Slowly.”

I feel him smile against my shoulder as he gently lowers me down again. He’s keeping his body still, resisting the urge to slam up into me. Vitya has always taken care of me, and now is no different. He guides me down, easing up when I need him to, until I’m moaning with pleasure, so caught up in the moment that I let out a surprised gasp when my ass hits his pelvis.

Holy fuck, I did it. I managed to take in every inch of him, and maybe that shouldn’t make me feel this proud, but it does.

“Goddamn,” he growls, wrapping his arms around me while he kisses a line to the nape of my neck. His hands cup my breasts, kneading them and pinching my nipples until my body can no longer sit still. Tentatively, I start to move, using my thigh muscles to slide up and down his length. I go slow, not ready or willing to do it any faster, but the groan he gives makes it clear he’s not complaining. Sliding one hand down, he cups my pussy and softly bites the nape of my neck.

“Give me your hand, Sveta.”

I bring my hand between my legs, and he quickly grabs onto it so we’re both cupping my pussy.

“You feel how sloppy wet you are?”

I nod my head because he’s not wrong. I’m soaking our hands and no doubt making a mess all over our bed, but this all feels way too good to care about stupid shit like messy sheets. His slippery fingers intertwine with mine, guiding me so we’re sinking inside my wet folds.

“You see how fucking amazing you are? How goddamn good you feel?”

I moan his name, nodding my head as I continue to rise and fall on his cock while we both fill my pussy. When he pinches my nipple and runs his thumb over my clit, I let out an embarrassingly loud moan.

He gives me a playful bite. “Not too loud, pcholka . I’d hate if we get interrupted right now.”

He’s right. Stopping right now would be painful, not when it feels so good, and not when we’re both so close to getting more.

Giving my clit another rub, he says, “When I make you come, don’t scream.”

I nod, letting him know I’m listening .

“I want you to keep your fingers buried in this perfect pussy, I want you to see how good it feels when your little cunt squeezes with your release, and I want you to feel how goddamn wet you get. I want you to feel what my cock feels.”

“Fuck,” I moan, knowing I’m only seconds away. I rock my hips harder, speeding up, even though I was so sure I wouldn’t be doing that. Now, it’s all I can think about. I want the friction, the deeper thrusts and faster rhythm. Every part of my body is poised and ready, and when he bites down on the nape of my neck at the same time as he pinches my nipple and squeezes my clit, I throw my head back and bite back the scream I want to give. Pleasure thunders through every part of my body as my vision darkens and everything fades away except for us—our bodies so perfectly entwined, his breath on my neck, his hands on and in my body, and the pulsing of his cock in my ass when he growls and lets go with me.

I feel myself clench around our fingers, soaking them with my release as the orgasm consumes my body until I’m left panting and shaking, completely and utterly spent.

Dropping my breast, he brings his hand to my cheek, turning me so he can capture my mouth with his. The kiss is slow and deep, both of us wanting nothing more than to savor the other. He keeps our fingers together inside me as he grows soft in my ass. I’m too spent to move, so I don’t. We stay locked together until I start to nod off. He gives a soft laugh and kisses my cheek.

“As much as I’d love to just fall asleep, I think you might regret that in the morning.” He pulls our fingers out with a soft groan and then slowly lifts me off him. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, watching his cock slide out of my ass. “Come on, sweetheart. Let me wash you up, and then I promise you can sleep as long as you want.”

“Samantha,” I start to protest, but he just lifts me up and carries me to the bathroom.

“She’ll be fine. I’ll get her bottle when she wakes.”

“You’re supposed to be resting,” I remind him.

“I’ve rested enough. I want to take care of my family, Sveta. ”

I cup his face and kiss him while he runs a bath for us. “I love you.”

He grins and lowers us into the tub. “I love you too, baby, and I’m really glad you loved anal, because we’re definitely going to be doing that again.”

I smile, but I don’t argue. I liked it way more than I thought I would. It may not be something I want to do every day or even every week, but I definitely want to do it again.

Letting the hot water relax me, I lay my head against his strong chest and close my eyes, knowing he’ll take care of me.

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