20. Sienna
SIENNA
I feel the moment he gives in. The moment that, as I kiss him, his lips part against mine and he touches me, one hand at my waist as he pulls me against him, the other wrapping in my hair.
He feels so fucking good. I never knew that a man could feel like this, big and broad and hard everywhere , muscled and strong. His hands could break me apart if he wanted to, but he doesn’t. He won’t . He’ll only ever protect me.
He’s tried to protect me from himself, too. But I don’t want that. I want him.
His tongue slides over my lower lip, catching it between his teeth, and I moan, a small, helpless sound that makes him jerk and shudder against me. I reach down with one hand, pushing the waist of his sweatpants down his hips, but he catches my wrist in his hand, stopping me.
A protest rises to my lips. I’m ready to plead for him to keep going, to not make us stop, but he breaks the kiss, looking down at me with eyes gone dark. When he speaks, his voice is thick and raspy, his accent rough.
“You’ve pleasured me enough tonight, milaya devochka ,” he murmurs throatily. “I’m going to make this all about you. ”
I swallow hard, desire skittering over my nerves. “But I want you to come too…”
He laughs, a dark, rough sound in his throat.
“Oh, I will, dikaya koshka ,” he murmurs.
“I’ll come for you, don’t worry. I’ll fill that sweet pussy up until it’s dripping with my cum.
But not yet. Not until you—” He reaches up, brushing a thumb against my lower lip.
“Not until you’ve come at least twice for me.
At least on my tongue…” His arm around my waist lifts me up until my legs go instinctively around his waist, and he starts to walk toward the bed.
“And once on my cock.” He nuzzles into the crook of my neck as he spills me back onto the bed, kicking his shoes off as he follows me onto the mattress.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to hold out, once I feel that tight pussy coming all over my cock. ”
I’ve never heard anyone talk like him. I didn’t know men talked like this.
Every filthy word has my skin on fire, my blood racing through my veins, making me feel things I’ve never felt before.
When his hands slide up under my tank top, pushing the fabric up my body, I shudder with the pleasure that rushes through me.
“Are you alright, koshka ?” he murmurs. “If you want to stop?—”
“No,” I pant breathlessly. “Don’t stop. Don’t?—”
His hands, broad and rough, curl over my breasts when he pushes the tank top above them, his palms rubbing against my peaked nipples.
I gasp, my back arching as he squeezes lightly, his head dropping to kiss me again as I squirm underneath him, my thighs already pressed together with the need to come.
I need…I need…
“I need you,” I gasp, my hips wriggling beneath him, and Damian chuckles darkly.
“You’ll have me, dikaya koshka ,” he murmurs. “But you said slow, didn’t you? Purposeful. I’ll give you exactly what you asked for, even after you’re begging for more.”
I whimper, but that doesn’t make him speed up.
He tugs my tank top the rest of the way off, throwing it to the floor as he starts to map a path down my body with his fingertips, grazing over my skin as he kisses my lips once more before following that same path with his mouth.
My jaw, the soft skin just below my ear, my throat, sliding down to my collarbone, his tongue running along the line of it before he sweeps down between my breasts, shifting to take one nipple in between his teeth.
I’m nearly sobbing with pleasure and need by the time he draws it into his mouth, fluttering his tongue against the hard bud as he sucks more of my flesh between his lips, rolling and sucking until I’m sure there will be a mark there when he’s done.
I don’t care. I want him to mark me, to be his, to wake up tomorrow and see that this was real.
That Damian really did turn a nightmare into a dream for me.
He lets go of my breast with a sucking pop , before turning his attention to the other one, his hands dropping to the edge of my shorts.
He starts to slide the thin material down my hips, a groan slipping from his mouth and vibrating against my skin when he realizes that I don’t have any panties on.
“ Zhena …” he growls, and I look up at him, wide-eyed with an innocence that I’m very far from feeling right now.
“What?” I pout at him. “You told me not to wear panties.”
“In my room. I—” His jaw works, and I wonder how this all must feel to him right now, how it must feel to be so painfully turned on and not even close to getting relief. I think I’m starting to get an idea.
“Should I have?” I whisper, as innocently as I can manage, and he shakes his head.
“No, dikaya koshka . I think that, when you’re in private, you should never wear panties again.
” He slides the shorts down my thighs, one broad hand rising to cup between them, his middle finger parting my folds.
He sucks in a breath, a sharp hiss between his teeth, when he feels how wet I am already.
“No matter if you’re in my room or yours, wife, I want this sweet pussy available for me whenever I please. ”
I squirm as pleasure rakes down my spine, arching my hips into his hand, letting him see exactly how much he’s turning me on.
I love when he’s like this, when he lets go, when he’s no longer pretending that he’s going to tell me no later, but giving me the kind of orders I know he wants to.
Telling me that I’m his, to be available to him …
I think that I’m not supposed to like this, that a good girl wouldn’t. But I’ve never been a good girl, no matter what he calls me.
Or maybe, I’m a good girl only for him.
His mouth skates along the flat plane of my stomach, his tongue circling my navel as he slides lower.
He kisses one hipbone and then the other, my hips now arching mindlessly in his grasp, my entire body vibrating with the need for more .
For him to touch me like he did before, with his fingers, his tongue, anything …
He presses another kiss just below my abdomen, as one hand lets go of my hip and slips between my thighs. He parts my folds with his index finger, swirling it around my entrance before sliding up, tapping his fingertip lightly against my clit.
I gasp, a shuddering moan slipping out as I writhe against his touch. I need… I need… my head falls back, and my thighs open for him, my entire body focused on the pleasure that I desperately want more of. “Damian?—”
“ Zhadnaya devushka . Greedy girl.” He chuckles, rubbing his finger against my clit again before dipping his head. “You want more, zhena ? You want my tongue?”
“ Yes ,” I plead, my hands gripping the duvet. I feel a fine sweat breaking out across my skin, my entire body hot and feverish for him. “Please, Damian…”
“Say it,” he growls, his breath warm against my swollen, needy pussy. “Say you want my tongue.”
“I need your tongue,” I gasp. “I need you to make me come, Damian, please ?—”
A growl vibrates from his lips as he drops his head, his mouth pressing against my soft, heated flesh as his tongue replaces his finger.
It sweeps between and parts my folds as he licks me from entrance to clit, his tongue swirling around my most sensitive spot as my mouth drops open on a cry.
I raise one hand to my mouth, stifling it, and he grabs my wrist, pulling it back down.
“I want to hear how good it feels, milaya devochka ,” he murmurs. “Let me hear.”
“The rest of the house?— ”
“Can hear my wife scream for me, if I make her feel that good.” His voice is a low, possessive rumble.
“I want to hear it, Sienna. I want to hear how much you want this. If I don’t know you want it, if I don’t know that I’m driving you out of your mind with pleasure, then I won’t keep going. Understand?”
Breathlessly, every part of my body hot and wound tight, I nod. “Yes,” I whisper, and his mouth presses against me once more.
It feels so impossibly good. He licks me in long, slow strokes that build the pleasure until I feel as if I’ll lose my mind from it, lapping at my folds, drawing them between his lips until he slides his tongue back up to my clit, focusing as he licks and flutters his tongue along the tight nerves.
My entire body feels hot and tight, as if I’ll come out of my skin, my muscles tensing as the pleasure builds, higher and higher.
I never knew anything could feel as good as Damian’s tongue between my legs, and I still want more, I want…
“I’m—I—” I gasp, and he pushes my thighs wider apart, tongue sweeping over me again as he pushes it against my clit, sucking the swollen flesh into his mouth as he sucks at me, gently at first, and then harder.
The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, the pleasure expanding and then bursting as my mouth falls open on a high-pitched cry, my hands clawing at his shoulders and the back of his neck.
He doesn’t stop licking and sucking, pushing me through the orgasm as it rolls over me again and again, my back arching and hips bucking as I ride his mouth shamelessly, wanting every drop of pleasure that he can give me.
When he pulls back, his mouth and chin glistening with my arousal, he grins. “I like when you scratch me up, dikaya koshka . Scratch me again.”
His hand slides between my legs, his finger finding my entrance again. I feel him press into me, just that one finger a tight fit, and his mouth thins with concentration. “You’re too tight for me, Sienna,” he murmurs. “I don’t want to hurt you?—”
My eyes go wide with alarm, with the thought that he might stop, but he chuckles. “I’ll just need to make you come again, zhena ,” he murmurs. “Until you’re nice and relaxed, as wet as you can possibly be for me.”
“What if—” I swallow hard, suddenly nervous at how tight I feel around his finger, how much more of a stretch I know his cock will be. “What if it takes a long time?”