Chapter Thirty-Seven #2
“Yes!” she breathes on another broken gasp, nails biting into my skin as more of her tears leak out. “Maksim, please!”
“Shhh, Sabrina.” I kiss the underside of her jaw, her cheek, her lips, then lick up her tears.
Her hips roll, searching for more of me on my next draw back, and when I thrust, just barely going as slow as I can, tormenting us both, her hands find my ass and she grips me tight.
I pause my thrusts, staying with her, not letting this pass me by.
“Here. Just… stay here for a moment.”
She’s so hot, so fucking wet, and the primal need to move and feel her pussy tighten all around me is taking over…
but I stay… because… “I am here, Sabrina.” But that look in her eyes tells me she doesn’t believe me…
until that tiny, almost unnoticeable rock of her hips demands for more.
I withdraw until only the head of my dick is notched, then sink into her gradually. “Fuck, Duchess…”
“I know…”
Her lips find mine and it becomes a dance I’m unfamiliar with.
I may be on top, but she’s leading me. I let her use me while we kiss, let her demand become urgent, catered to needing more of me, barely thrusting until her pussy begins to flutter around me.
“There you are, Sabrina. Usami, Duchessa. Dimmi come amarti quando fa male. Insegnami.” Use me, Duchess.
Tell me how to love you when it hurts. Teach me.
Her answer is simple. “More! Don’t let go of me.”
I don’t. I shove both arms under her back, cradling her closer and thrust. “Never.”
“Oh, God!”
I nip at her plush bottom lip, taking it between my teeth only to lick it. “Not God, Moonbeam…” thrust… “Who am I?”
“My husband!” She moans on another thrust.
Fuck. Yes. Every undulation of her hips takes me deeper; my thrusts get longer and sharper.
I can feel her clit against my pubis. I want to let my fingers tap along it, to torment her further, but she ordered me not to let go of her, so I don't. I angle my hips and she moans out an “I love you” that feels like rebirth.
“I love you, Sabrina…” Her pussy ripples around me, gripping tighter. “Oh, Kristos, there you are… keep looking at me, I want to watch when you shatter for me completely. I love it when you break for me—mmhmm… There you are… so beautiful, Duchess… that's it.”
“Don't stop!”
As if I could. I keep my pace solid, never moving even though that white-hot feeling that settled in my balls feels like an inferno now, urging me to piston my hips and fuck her like an untamed beast. Sabrina's nails dig into my back as she tugs me down so all of my weight is on her, but she rocks her hips, fucking me back.
“I'm gonna come again. I need… oh, Maksim I need—”
“My cum?”
“Yes!” She squeals. I cover her mouth with mine, shoving my tongue in to collide with hers and I take over.
I thrust up into my wife, fingers pulling at her hair, hips punching hard and fucking deep.
“Fill my pussy, Maksim. I want to feel you leak out of me for days. Give it to me. Please, please, please.” She pleads between fevered kisses that feel like everything that ever was between us. “Come with me.”
The “ungh, Maksim!” that leaves her lips just as her cunt spasms around me has me grasping her in my hold, completely aware of how fucking perfect she fits in my arms. That string of her soul tugs at mine, and I follow her down a cliff with her name on my tongue as my cock unleashes everything I have into her pretty pussy.
I pant, heart beating ferociously out of my chest.
Unable to think.
Unable to see, hear, smell, or feel anything but her—my wife. My Duchess. My future. I kiss her, turn us over, and let my hands find purchase on her thighs. It’s quiet, so quiet I think she’s fallen asleep on me, but then I feel her inhale deeply. I move her hair away from her face. “Sabrina…”
“Don’t speak yet,” she shushes me.
I close one arm around her waist and use my free hand to tilt her chin so she’ll look at me. There are still tears in her eyes, but they don’t spill. She waits for me to say something, anything, unblinking. Unmoving. Just… patient.
When I don’t, she does. “I know this doesn’t fix everything.
I want you to lean on me when you’re falling, Maksim, in more ways than one, but what if I’m not enough?
That’s what I'm afraid of. That one day you’ll wake up and think it of me…
” Her tears spill relentlessly. She does her best to swallow it all down so she can speak to me like she’s gulping for air.
“And I'll be weak and useless to you again.”
“Sabrina,” I flip us over so I'm on top of her once more. Her heels land on the backs of my thighs as I take both of her hands and put them over her head. “I had come up here to tell you I was going to make an appointment with Damon. I know I need to work through this. Not just physically, but mentally. You deserve the man you married, malenkiy lunnyy luch—” little moonbeam “—and I’ll be damned if I don’t keep my promises to the only person that matters to me. ”
Big green eyes stare up at me like I told her I can pull stars from the sky. “Maksi…”
“Yes?”
“I had my birth control removed.”
The way my cock stirs so fast at those six words after having just come like a goddamn firehose should be studied in a lab. I grin. “Is that right?”
“Mmhmm… Maksi?”
“Yes, wife?”
“Touch me everywhere, please.”