Chapter Forty-Two #2
There's something about this giant, lethal man, magnificently and shamelessly nude, trying to select a girlie luxury for me, that is ridiculously endearing.
The steam rising from the tub gives his tattooed skin a sheen, and when the first bead of sweat runs down his chest, I hop off the counter and kneel in front of him, catching the drop with my tongue.
"Fuck," he groans. "This is supposed to be nurturing. You've been through something horrifying today."
I'm tracing the grooved muscles in his abdomen, and that perfectly sculpted V that points to his cock. Despite his protests, it's already getting thicker.
"If you really want to distract me from thinking about today…" I run my tongue along the pulsing vein in his abdomen that's feeding his cock. "You could give me a bunch of orgasms."
He's staring down at me, clutching a bath bomb hard enough to vaporize it.
"Let's get in the water and talk about it there," I smile, fluttering my eyelashes as I give the tip of his cock a kiss before sliding back up against his body.
Alexsey throws the entire basket of bath bombs in the water and snatches me up in his arms. "That works."
The steam is rising from the hot water and the surface is a foaming, fizzing battleground of dissolving bath products. I'm straddling him, kissing along his bruises as his right hand grabs my ass.
"I'm fine," he says, thrusting his hips up, "But you can kiss it all better."
"Sit on the edge of the tub," I say sweetly, slowly pulling on his cock, stroking it from base to tip. When he does, resting his perfect ass on the lip of the tub and spreading his thick thighs, I give myself a moment to appreciate it.
Alexsey's cock is porn-worthy, a gold star, blue ribbon, first in class award-winning cock.
And it is a cock. Not a member, or a penis or any of the other stupid names assigned to this body part.
It rears up against his stomach, the tip reaching to his belly button and when I run my fingers down it, I can feel his veins pulsing.
He's looking down at me, still submerged to the waist and there's a rainbow fizzing thing spreading out in technicolor waves around my hips and something in the corner bubbling like a blue volcano.
"I'm not sure if I should save you from the avalanche of bath products or admire how pretty you look in the middle of them. "
Humming, I shrug before taking him in hand again, squeezing experimentally before I put the thick head of him in my mouth and take a deep breath through my nose. I suck and swirl my tongue around it as he watches intently, brushing my hair back from my face.
His breath stutters in his chest when I push down, swallowing his cock until it hits the back of my throat and then it pops through the tight ring and down it.
My eyes roll back, feeling his heat and thickness choking me, but I pull in another breath through my nose, and another before I swallow against him.
"Blyad', ty menya ubivayesh'! Fuck, you're killing me!" he groans, gripping the edge of the tub.
Pulling his long cock out again, I say hoarsely, "Remember when you told me that you could feel your cock inside me when you pressed on my stomach?"
He licks his lips, trying to focus. "Yes?"
Taking his hand, I put it against the thin skin of my throat and swallow him back down, all the way down so he can feel himself.
"That's the hottest fucking thing," he growls, fingers stroking along the bulge.
"You have to stop. I'm going to come right now like a fucking fourteen-year-old boy.
" His hips go back and he pulls himself from my throat.
I tighten my lips in an 'o' so I can suck every inch before he releases from my mouth with a pop.
"You beautiful, diabolical, delicious fucking thing," he growls, taking my hips and flipping me onto my knees, facing the old-fashioned faucet. His knees push in between mine and he spreads me wider, aiming his cock for my center and pushing inside slowly.
Taking the ornamental handle off the faucet, he turns it on low, sliding it underneath me to direct the water against my clitoris.
The tiny, insistent pulses of the water feel like they're stroking me before they're overpowered by the weight and heat of him shoving through me and pulling back to do it again.
The water splashes over the side of the tub, the multi-colored bubbles sticking to our skin and his other arm brackets me between my breasts, holding me still so each thrust hits harder and the water pulses relentlessly against my clitoris.
"Kiss me, Liria," he says, "give me your mouth.
" I turn my head and search for him, groaning into his kiss as his thrusts turn frenzied.
"You were made for me," he growls. "You take me so well.
" His huge body cages mine, covering me, controlling every move, even my breath and when he flicks the water on high against my clitoris, I scream into his mouth, every muscle locked tight.
His cock is frozen inside me and he curses hoarsely as he comes.
There's nothing but wet and warmth and his hard body over mine, filled with him and surrounded and never has anything felt this good.
Even for a man as experienced as Alexsey, it takes him a moment to recover, which pleases me immensely.
He finally manages to turn off the water and pull out of me slowly, groaning.
His forehead drops between my shoulders for a minute.
"You milked me dry," he rasps. "You're fucking dangerous, wife. "
Laughing weakly, I let him help me out of the tub and dry me off before we crawl into the big, comfortable bed and fall asleep.
***
"Knock, knock… Anyone still in the land of the living?"
I open one eye. I'm plastered against Alexsey, laying on top of him and he stirs enough to call out. "Shut the fuck up! We were sleeping. This has been a very stressful day."
"Yeah, okay," Roman says, sounding unimpressed. "Everyone is here and Mother is holding dinner for you. So, get the hell up, you fragile flowers, and get your asses downstairs."