Chapter 20 #2
Idropped my pajamas on the bedroom chair. Daniil turned down the covers, then reached for me.
There was nothing tentative about the kiss. I put my arms around his neck and held him there, wanting another, then another. When he lowered me onto the bed, I brought him with me.
He smiled against my mouth.
“You are so fucking hot,” he said.
“Glad you think so.”
His hand rested on my stomach. He looked down at me for a moment, and I reached up to touch his face. I could do that whenever I wanted now. Catch him in the kitchen. Kiss him before work. Reach across the space between us and find him reaching back.
Then he moved down the bed, settled between my legs and put his mouth on me.
My hand fell to the sheet.
“Oh.”
He held my hips and licked me slowly. I had spent half an hour wanting to interrupt his concentration. Now I was the whole of it, and the first deliberate sweep of his tongue made me forget why I had ever considered that a problem.
His tongue found my clit. Circled it, then pressed against it, and my hips lifted. He steadied me with his hands and repeated the movement. I felt him notice my response, felt the small adjustment that made my fingers close on the sheet.
“There.”
He stayed there.
The pleasure built quickly. I tried to watch him, but my eyes kept closing. His mouth was warm and wet, his rhythm steady, and I could feel myself getting closer with each stroke of his tongue.
“Don’t stop.”
He didn’t. Even when my thighs began to shake, even when I pulled at the sheets and said his name in a voice that barely sounded like mine, he kept doing exactly what I needed.
I came with my back arching off the mattress. He held my hips through it, easing the pressure of his tongue as the first hard contractions gave way to smaller shivers. By the time he kissed the inside of my thigh, I couldn’t have lifted my head if the house had fallen down around us.
“Hello,” he said.
I opened my eyes. His mouth was wet. He looked extremely pleased with himself.
“You’re smug.”
“A little.”
“I’ll allow it,” I admitted.
He laughed and kissed my knee.
I reached for him. He came up beside me, and I caught the hem of his T-shirt.
“This is becoming unfair.”
He took off the shirt, then stood to remove the rest of his clothes. I watched, still catching my breath, and when he returned to the bed I put a hand against his chest.
His heart was beating hard.
I liked knowing that. Liked feeling the answer beneath my palm.
He kissed me before reaching into the nightstand drawer. I heard the click of the lubricant cap. Then he showed me the small, tapered toy.
“Still what you want?”
“Yes.”
He waited until I’d settled comfortably before touching it to me. The lubricant was cool; the pressure unfamiliar. I breathed out, watching his face as he eased the toy in, his other hand steady on my hip.
He took his time. I felt the gradual stretch, the fullness as my body adjusted, and gripped his forearm without meaning to.
He stopped.
“Okay?”
I took another breath and let it out.
“Okay. Very okay.”
His thumb moved over my hip. I nodded, and he continued gently until the toy was settled, its base outside my body.
“Oh,” I said again.
He watched me. I could see the desire in his face, and the care, and I loved that he wasn’t making me choose between them.
He adjusted the toy slightly. The sensation caught me by surprise, deep and unfamiliar, and I reached for him.
“Please. I need you.”
He moved above me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, felt the head of his cock at my entrance, and lifted my hips to meet him.
He pushed inside.
I gasped. The toy in my ass and his cock in my pussy made the fullness startling. I could feel the toy shift as he moved, each sensation sharpening the other, and for a moment I held him still while I caught my breath.
“Ksenia?”
“I’m here.” I opened my eyes. “Don’t stop.”
He kissed me, then drew back and pushed in again. Slowly. I felt the stretch of him, the pressure of the toy, and my hands tightened on his shoulders.
I met the next thrust. And the next.
His breathing grew rough. The careful rhythm quickened as I moved with him, and when he gripped my waist and pulled me closer, a broken sound escaped him.
There he was. My husband, who could sit through threats without changing expression, losing his composure in my arms.
I held him tighter.
The pleasure kept building. I could feel it in my shaking thighs, the tightening of my stomach, the way each breath seemed to catch before I could finish it. He moved deeper and I said his name, urgently this time.
“I know,” he whispered.
The orgasm caught me before I could say anything else. My body clenched around him and the toy, and he groaned, holding himself still while I shook beneath him.
“Fuck. Ksenia.”
I held on through the last contractions. He stayed close, his mouth against my cheek, until I could breathe properly again.
He was still hard inside me.
I ran my fingers through his hair. His forehead rested against mine; his eyes were closed.
“You all right?” I whispered.
A laugh broke out of him.
“Give me a second.”
I kissed him while he took it.
When he lifted his head, I touched his cheek.
“I still want to. To give myself to you.”
He searched my face, then nodded.
“Tell me if that changes.”
“I will.”
He withdrew slowly, then reached for the toy. I watched his face as he eased it out, breathing through the brief stretch. He set it aside and reached for the lubricant again.
My heart picked up. I had wanted this, imagined it, asked for it. Now it was about to happen, and I felt excited and a little nervous in a way that made me hold his gaze.
He paused with the bottle in his hand.
“We have all night,” he said.
“I know.”
“Come here.”
I lifted my face to his kiss. He stayed close afterward, his forehead against mine, until I smiled.
“There you are,” he murmured.
“I’ve been here the whole time.”
“I noticed.”
He coated himself with lubricant and settled between my thighs again. When he pressed against me where the toy had been, I drew in a breath. He was larger. The first stretch startled me, and my fingers closed around his arm.
He stopped immediately.
“Stay there,” I said.
“I’m staying.”
His thumb moved over my hip. I breathed, let my shoulders settle, and waited until the tightness eased.
“Okay,” I whispered. “More.”