Chapter 38 #2
Our lips meet in a hungry, heated kiss as I walk her further into the room, heading directly for my bed.
There’s no time for her to take in the unfamiliar surroundings, nor is there even enough light for her to explore the room with quick glances.
The already lit lamp on my bedside table is only powerful enough to light up my dark bed and headboard, which is precisely where we need it most.
Laying her down, she whimpers as the pressure between her legs grows harder, gravity pushing my weight down on top of her. My cock appreciates the added friction, and my hips rock forward once, chasing more of the pleasant sensation.
“Everything is so hot,” Katya whines, her nails raking down my shoulders. “Your sheets are nice, though.”
I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t make my bed today. My comforter isn’t nearly as cooling as my Egyptian cotton sheets.
“You like them, baby? You should feel how nice they are on bare skin.”
“Excellent idea,” she purrs, reaching for the base of my shirt and tugging it up. “We’re both wearing too many layers.”
Bottoms and tops hardly count as layers when you’re only wearing one of each, but who am I to argue with her assessment?
Sitting up on my knees, effectively straddling her waist, I tug my shirt off by the collar and toss it aside. Katya’s eyes heat as she rakes her gaze down my chest to my abs, her little pink tongue poking out to wet her lips.
“Your turn, baby.”
Using the space between us, I hook my fingers into the bottom hem of her silky tank top and lift.
Katya arches her back to help me pull the fabric up and over her head, her perky tits bouncing as they’re set free.
Her breasts are fair like the rest of her skin, but look unbelievably soft.
They’re not large, but I already know they’ll be perfect for filling my palms when I touch them.
I didn’t get to see them last night, and it makes me regret not taking my time with her when we were lost in our lust. I could have sucked on these pretty little things for hours if we hadn’t been interrupted.
I wonder if she’d come just as hard with my lips around her rose pink nipples and my fingers buried in her pussy as much as she did with my mouth on her clit.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I breathe out, leaning down to kiss the middle of her chest. Her heart. “I could look at you like this all day.”
“You can do more than look,” she offers, squirming a little as she does.
“Yeah?”
She makes a little noise of confirmation and it’s all the invitation I need to take a taste of her.
Turning my head to the side, I take what I want and capture one of her rosy peaks between my lips eagerly.
Her hips lift on contact, a moan falling out of her like a sigh.
My tongue twirls around her soft skin, lavishing the sensitive bud as it tightens, becoming even harder.
She’s sensitive and it’s fucking beautiful.
Switching to the other side, I give that nipple the same attention, teasing it with the tips of my teeth before sucking down.
Katya’s head tips back as she moans louder than before, a pink flush crawling up her neck.
She tastes like fresh linen from her clothes, with the barest hint of sweetness from her typical cinnamon scent.
She wiggles while I go from side to side, cupping and kissing each breast over and over again.
Her fingers move from being balled up in the sheets to the band of her shorts, attempting to rid herself of the bottoms. She barely manages to move them at all between her gasps and moans, too distracted by pleasure to effectively undress herself.
Wanting to help and needing to see more of her, I step in, fisting the silky shorts with both hands and pulling them off of her in one harsh tug.
Her knees fall open and she doesn’t rush to close them and hide herself from me.
She has absolutely no qualms about showing off everything she’s got.
Whether that’s because of self confidence, trust in me, or the fact that I’ve already had my tongue in her pussy and my mouth inches from her asshole, I’ll never know.
“If you prefer me bare, you’ll have to let me know,” she says suddenly. She isn’t meek as the statement rolls off her tongue, but bold and sure.
“Bare?” I ask, tilting my head.
“The hair.” She looks down, now blushing.
“This pretty little tuft?” I ask, hooking my index finger to caress through the soft blonde hair. “Now why would I have any complaints about this?”
Katya shrugs. “Everyone has their own preferences. Some people hate the way it feels, other people think no hair looks less appealing.”
“My preference is you exactly how you are.”
Katya reaches for my pants, clearly pleased by my response.
“Eager?” I ask, grinning as I reach down to help her. My dick shoots straight up swinging between us, as the sweatpants drop far enough down. The tip is red and leaking pre-cum as she wraps her hand around it and gives the shift two tight pumps. “Jesus, baby.”
“I love how hard it gets,” she tells me, rubbing her thumb over the tip to smear the little pearl of liquid into the sensitive skin there. “Your skin is so soft but you’re stiff as a bone underneath it. It’s so nice.”
“Keep talking like that and I’m going to embarrass myself, baby,” I warn as her hand flexes around my dick again, testing how tightly she wants to hold it.
“You like being praised?” she asks, a wicked twinkle in her eyes. “I could go on and on about how much you turn me on, bohatstvo.”
I groan and she giggles.
“I could,” she continues. “But I’d rather feel you inside me. I’m dying for it, Leon. I feel like I’ve been waiting years for this.”
And in a way, she has been.
I’ll be the first man to ever be inside her and fuck if that doesn’t make the possessive side of me fucking thrive.
I’ve never put much stock into the virginity thing, always finding the belief that mafia princesses should remain pure and untouched while their male counterparts do whatever they please asinine.
But I won’t deny feeling fucking blessed that the woman I’ve married trusts me enough to be the first man she’s taken to bed.
Her ability to feel safe with me matters way more than her sexual history.
“Katya…damn, baby,” I breathe out, grabbing the back of her knees to part her legs further and situate myself closer between them. My fingertips brush over her glistening pussy lips and I groan at the slippery evidence of her arousal. “You’re so wet, tesoro. Is this all for me, hmm?”
“Yesss,” she says through a hiss, her body jerking as I reach her clit. “I want you so badly, Leon. I need my husband to take care of me.”
My husband.
The words are said so sweetly but sound fucking sinful to my ears.
“You and that fucking mouth,” I growl, pushing my thumb harder down on her sensitive nub. “You’ll be the death of me, Katya.”
“No more teasing,” my wife protests, squirming, trying to push my hand away from her pussy. “Fuck me, Leon. We have all the time in the world to explore each other more. Right now, I’m going to go crazy if I have to wait any longer.”
“You don’t want my mouth again?” I can’t help but ask, dipping down to kiss her plump lips. “You just want this?” Wrapping a hand around my cock, I flick my wrist and slap it down, hitting her pussy with a wet smack. “Is that right?”
“Now, Leon,” she growls, reaching around the small of my back to dig her nails into the dimples there. “I want you to stretch me out and bury yourself so deep. Show me what we’re going to be doing for the rest of our lives, moja láska.”
I have no idea what she just called me, but it must be something good judging by the sultry tone she delivered the words with. Either way, the sound of her demanding, almost begging to be fucked pushes me to my limit.
Grabbing my messy comforter from the end of the bed, I ball a bit of it up and shove it under her hips to give her some more height.
Her back arches but not enough to make her uncomfortable, and she offers me a little nod to tell me that she’s fine with her change in position.
I sink down further on my knees and my cock rests right on her pussy, ready to be thrust where it belongs.
Katya’s breath catches when I move, dragging my length through her wet lips on the way to notching the tip at her entrance. I can feel the heat radiating off her cunt, and I’m already bracing myself for how hot and tight she’s going to feel around me.
“We can stop at any time,” I remind her, rubbing my free hand up her thigh and latching onto her hip for stability. “Tell me if it hurts. This is going to be more intense than just a couple of fingers like last night, okay?”
“I can take it.” She licks her lips. “Give me everything, bohatstvo.”
Her reassurance and eagerness finally pushes me to act.
My hips surge forward in a snap, moaning as I squeeze myself into her tight heat.
Katya cries out, her nails biting into my back once more.
She doesn’t try to push me away, but pulls me closer, letting her head fall back and whimpering as I enter her fully.
My chest rumbles with a primal rumble of pleasure and I pull back to feel the way her walls clamp down, trying to keep me in.
We’re connected in such a deep and almost passionate way that my eyes threaten to roll even though we’ve hardly begun.
My wife moans louder as I repeat the small thrust, not bothering to try and muffle her exclamations of ecstasy now that we’re in a soundproofed room.
If I’m hurting her or causing any uncomfortable stretching, she doesn’t show it. She’s a snug fit around my large size, but she molds herself around me like we were fucking built to do this. It’s almost too good to be true.