20. Sienna #2
His eyes narrow, darkening. “It can take all fucking night, Sienna. I’ll fuck my wife when she’s good and ready for me, not before.
And—” He bends his head from where he’s lying between my thighs, taking a long, lazy lick along my pussy that leaves me whimpering.
“There’s no place I’d rather be than in between your legs, no matter what I’m doing here. ”
I feel like I can’t breathe. I squirm against his finger, my hips arching, already wanting more. “Damian?—”
“Slow, Sienna. You asked for slow. You need slow.” His finger curls inside of me, slowly stroking. “Relax. Let yourself feel all of it, koshka . There’s no rush.”
I can feel all of it. It’s almost too much, like my body can’t contain everything that I’m feeling now. Damian doesn’t stop, his finger moving in slow strokes inside of me, his tongue soft and lazy against my flesh, slowly building that pleasurable pressure in my core again.
I’m so focused on how good his tongue feels, that hot, wet slide that leaves me gasping and trembling, that I don’t notice at first that he’s added a second finger. My hips jerk when I realize it, a moan slipping from my lips at how full I feel. And if I feel like this from just his fingers?—
Damian curses under his breath. “I should never have made you take me. You’re too tight?—”
“I’m fine,” I gasp, twisting with pleasure on the sheets as he builds his pace slowly. “I want, Damian. I want you . Please .” I don’t even know entirely what I’m begging for any longer, only that I want him, all of him, and I won’t be satisfied until I get it.
Damian presses his mouth firmly between my thighs again, his tongue focusing on my swollen, oversensitive clit, and I buck underneath him, hard enough that he slings his free arm over my belly to hold me in place against the mattress.
That show of strength sends another jolt of pleasure through me, a needy moan slipping from my lips, and I grind against his hand and mouth, desperate for more.
He groans against my skin, and I know he must be dying for his own pleasure, aching for it.
But he doesn’t so much as reach down to touch himself, all of his focus on me, hands and mouth working to keep me in place, to pleasure me, to give me everything he can.
And I can feel it building, my climax rising again until I can feel it spilling through my body, and I lose myself to it, crying out his name as he makes me come for a second time.
Damian doesn’t stop this time. His fingers thrust harder, scissoring inside my fluttering, clenching pussy, his mouth sucking and licking relentlessly at my clit, throwing me headlong into a third climax on the heels of the second, and I’m a mess of sweat and arousal, begging him through moans for more, even as my body shudders and writhes with the pleasure coursing through me.
He pulls back, rising up on his knees, and he looks wrecked, too.
His blond hair is tousled, his fingers and mouth gleaming with my arousal, and he grabs the neck of his shirt, ripping it over his head with one hand as he shoves down his sweatpants with the other.
“I need—” He groans, kicking his clothing off and tossing it aside as if he can’t get it off fast enough. “ Fuck, zhena , I need you.”
His cock is so hard that it’s pressed to his abdomen, streaking his taut flesh with pre-cum, his muscles tight and his shaft throbbing. He leans over me, reaching down to grip himself with one hand, and gives a quick shake of his head.
“Slow,” he repeats, more to himself than to me now, his voice a husky rasp as he guides his cock between my thighs. “ Fuck, Sienna?—”
The word sounds like a plea, although I have no idea for what. I look up at him, reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck, one hand curling against the back of it as I pull him down for another kiss.
“I want you,” I whisper, just before his lips touch mine, and he groans as I feel the blunt head of his cock push between my drenched folds .
I can only imagine how excruciating it must be for him to go so slowly.
He nestles himself against my entrance, sliding the thick head up and down the length of my slit, pushing it against my clit and making me gasp and moan at the hot pressure as he rubs himself against me.
I rock my hips, needing more of it, and he lets out a throaty, groaning chuckle.
“ Zhadnaya devushka ,” he murmurs, and then he slides himself down to my entrance, holding himself there.
He breaks the kiss, his gaze meeting mine.
“There’s something I should tell you,” he murmurs, his hips rocking lightly against me as he starts to press his thick tip into me.
“When I was inside of you—” His hips shift forward, stretching me open as I feel him start to slide inside, “That was the first time I’ve ever been inside a woman bare.
You, my zhena , my wife, are the first?—”
I cry out as I feel him slip inside of me, just the swollen head, and he goes still for a moment, breathing hard as his gaze holds mine. “The first and only woman I’ve ever felt like this,” he murmurs, and then he shifts forward, another inch of his thick cock opening me for him as he goes deeper.
The admission startles me. I hadn’t thought about it, had just assumed… wrongly, I suppose, I’d assumed a man like him had women however he wanted them. I didn’t stop to think if he’d always used protection; my own naivete, clearly. I should have, but I didn’t. And now…
Now, I realize that this means something to him too. That what happened earlier, what he felt with me, meant something.
“I want to erase before,” he murmurs, sliding in another inch. “I want to wipe away that memory. I only want you to remember this, dorogoy , only how this feels?—”
I clutch at his shoulders as I feel him sink in nearly to the hilt, my legs wrapping around his hips and backside as my nails dig into his shoulders. He groans at that, mouth pressed to my shoulder.
“ Yes, scratch me, dikaya koshka . Fuck ?—”
His hips snap forward, and he sinks into me fully, my body clasped around him as I shudder at the fullness, the painful pleasure of it. He feels so good, and I tug at his hair with one hand, wanting him to kiss me again.
When his lips meet mine, slow and hungry, his tongue sliding along my lower lip, I moan into his mouth. Nothing has ever felt so good, so satisfying. I don’t care about what happened before, it means nothing to me now. All there is is this … Damian inside of me, around me, claiming me as his.
It’s all I want, in this moment.
He breaks the kiss, looking down at me. “How does it feel, Sienna?” he murmurs, and the sound of my name on his lips makes my heart leap.
“It feels—” I let out a breath, shifting my hips against his. He groans, his forehead pressed to mine as he holds himself there. “Full. Good . Like I need more?—”
“Are you ready for me to move?” A fine trembling runs through his muscles, and I realize how much effort it’s taking for him to stay still, to not let go and fuck me the way he wants to.
I nod, my throat tight. “Yes, please ?—”
“ Fuck .” He swallows hard. “Don’t beg me to fuck you, dorogoy . I’ll come before I’m ready to.” His hips tense, his muscles flexing. “I want you to come on my cock before I do.”
My pulse stutters and races. I arch up, my breast brushing against his chest, and I wrap one hand around the back of his neck as I feel him start to slide out of me, slowly, inch by inch.
He sinks back into me again, just as slowly.
His entire body is trembling, and I cling to him, wanting more, wanting him to go faster, but I know he won’t.
Slow , he said, and the part of me that has some self-preservation knows that he needs to, but I want to find out what it would feel like for him to fuck me the way I know he wants to.
Damian keeps up that pace, torturously slow, until I’m shaking beneath him, whimpering and moaning with pleasure, my nails clawing at his skin.
And then, at long last, when I think he can’t take it any longer either, he begins to thrust in long strokes, sinking into me again and again as the pleasure builds .
I tighten around him, and he groans. “ Yes, dikaya koshka , come for me. Come on my cock. Fuck ?—”
The climax hits me, my entire body arching and shuddering as I come on his length, clenching around him as my nails dig into his skin.
His hips jerk, sinking himself into me with a harder thrust than before, and I feel my eyes roll back with the pleasure as his arm slides beneath me and he clutches me to him just as I feel his cock go impossibly hard inside of me.
“I’m going to, fuck , I?—”
He starts to pull out. I feel his hips draw back, and I lock my legs around him, begging him to stay inside of me. “No, Damian, please .” I’m breathless, gasping through my own orgasm. “Come inside of me, please?—”
His entire body shudders, one hand clutching at the pillow beside my head as his own drops forward, and the groan that I hear seems to come from the very depths of his soul.
A rough curse spills from his lips as his hips jerk forward, lodging him inside of me as deeply as he can go, and I feel the first hot spurt of his cum as he throbs inside of me, moans of pleasure spilling from his lips.
“ Dorogoy, zhena, Sienna —” He groans, thrusting shallowly inside of me as I feel him spurt again and again, his muscles tight and flexing as he comes hard.
“Fuck,” he breathes, dropping his head to kiss me as I feel him twitch inside of me. “Fuck, zhena , that was?—”
“Incredible,” I finish, my voice a hoarse whisper against his mouth. “I don’t… I don’t want it to end.”
“Don’t worry.” His lips brush against mine again. “I’ll be ready to go again before too long. If—” He pauses, looking down at me with some worry. “If you can take it. I don’t want to hurt you, milaya devochka ?—”
“I’m fine,” I whisper with a short laugh, pulling him back down to me. “Better than fine.”
“As am I.” He eases out of me, slowly, rolling to one side and bringing me with him. He holds me against his broad chest, his nose brushing against my hair as his hand drapes between my breasts. “God, you felt like fucking heaven.”
“You weren’t at all like I expected.” I look up at him teasingly, and see his brow instantly wrinkle in a frown.
“What does that mean?”
I realize with a start that I might have offended him. “I just mean—” I squirm a little, turning in his arms so that I can see his face better. “The girls at the club used to talk about you.”
His eyebrows shoot up in clear surprise. “About me?”
I nod. “They were all scared of you, but a few of them had pretty bad crushes on you, too. One of them, Carmen, said you fucked her.”
His eyes narrow. “Did she, now?”
I swallow hard, feeling a thread of jealousy start to wind its way through my veins. With everything going on, I honestly hadn’t thought about Carmen much, but now that I am…
I hate the thought of her with him, of him inside of her, fucking her like she said he did…
fucking her at all. I hate the thought of him with anyone else, of anyone else knowing the sounds that he makes when he’s overwhelmed with pleasure, the movements of his body, the expression on his face when he comes.
Those things should be mine , and I hate the thought that anyone else has them.
“She said you were…” I bite my lip. “Rough. Like a beast. That you threw her over the couch and fucked her so hard from behind that she had to go home from how sore she was. She said she could barely walk after?—”
“I never touched her.” Damian cuts me off, and the relief I feel almost makes me giddy.
I’m a little ashamed of it—he wasn’t mine then, and I’m not sure that he is now, but the knowledge that Carmen was lying makes me soften against him, relaxing into his arms. “Whatever stories she told, she made them up. I never fucked anyone at the Hibiscus.”
“No?” I look at him curiously, and he shakes his head.
“Konstantin owns that club. I don’t make a practice of fucking women who work at places involved with mine or Konstantin’s business. It’s messy. Causes problems. ”
I bite my lip. “Other than me?”
He chuckles, leaning down to brush his lips against my forehead. “You don’t work there now. And there are no other women, Sienna.” He pulls back slightly, looking down into my eyes. “There haven’t been since I met you.”
“No?” My eyes widen, and he shakes his head.
“I haven’t wanted anyone but you.”
“So what—” The words start to spill out before I can stop them. I want to know what happens now, what this has changed between us, what he wants. But he hushes me, pressing a finger against my lips.
“Let’s just enjoy this, Sienna. This is enough, for tonight.”
I bite my lip, still curious. If he won’t talk about us, then I have other questions, other things that I want to know. “So you don’t like sex like that?” I venture, and see his eyebrows rise again. “Like what I heard?—”
“I like rough sex,” he admits, shifting next to me in bed. “With women who enjoy it. I’d never hurt a woman in bed, not on purpose, and not anything they didn’t want.”
The admission stirs something in me, heat fluttering through my belly. I have no idea what all of that might entail, but part of me wants to find out. I’m curious. “Would you ever fuck me like that?” I whisper, and Damian’s eyes widen.
“No,” he says sharply, abruptly enough to make it clear he’s shutting the entire conversation down, and I feel a flicker of disappointment. His gaze has hardened, but I feel him flinch beside me, see the way his jaw tightens, and I think that he’s not entirely telling me the truth.
I think he wants more from me, still.
He’s just too guilty to admit it.