Chapter 16 - Riley
Viktor helps me scoot up on the bed until I'm against the headboard. He lies between my legs, his body a comforting weight on top of me. He kisses my lips softly, and I feel my breasts brush up against his chest. My nipples harden in arousal, and I moan softly. He kisses me so gently. He breaks the kiss to kiss along my jaw. I tilt my head to the side as he nips at the skin on my neck. I breathe a deep sigh, letting it out slowly. He sucks on a spot on my neck and I know he's marking me as his own and I don't mind.
He kisses his way to my shoulder, glancing up at me as he presses his lips against my skin. “So soft,” he murmurs. I keep my eyes trained on him, drinking him in as he works his way across my chest. Everything he does is slow and deliberate. He kisses down to my breasts and sucks on the soft skin gently. He captures my nipple in his mouth and rolls his tongue around it. I run my hands through his hair. He nibbles at the soft bud and I groan out. “Viktor.”
“Yes, Baby,” he murmurs around my nipple. He raises a hand and slowly massages my other breast. I squirm under him a little and he grins, chuckling softly. He sits up and hooks his fingers into my pants. “Lift.”
I lift my hips and he pulls my pants down and off. I'm left with just my panties on. “Do you trust me?” he asks quietly.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“Then spread your legs, Riley,” he says gently.
I blush, but I spread my legs open. He shifts down and settles between my thighs. He kisses my right thigh, then the left one. Then he kisses my panties just above my clit. I watch him with lust in my eyes. He presses his face against the fabric and takes a deep breath before I feel his tongue probing me through the material. I feel my face redden in excitement and I clench the bedsheets in my fists. His tongue soaks my panties as he teases between my folds with it. He raises a hand and pulls the fabric to the side. He pushes his tongue between my folds at the bottom and slowly licks through them until he reaches my clit, which he promptly suckles on.
“Ooh,” I moan out. “Viktor… that feels amazing.”
He smirks, and he continues to roll his tongue around the sensitive nub, teasing me and making me squirm against the feeling of his tongue. I feel a finger tracing the entrance to my vagina and I breathe heavily. He laps at my clit as he slowly pushes his finger into me. I want to close my legs but he is firmly situated between them. He moves his finger around and then starts moving it in and out of me. His tongue licks my clit hungrily. He adds another finger and I cry out as he stretches me. I can feel how wet I am for him and it's embarrassing. I try to hide my face, but I can't help but keep watching him.
It's like I'm an accident people can't help but slow down to look at. And it feels like it's going in slow motion. I can feel a tension building up within me. I feel extremely warm as Viktor continues to use his tongue and fingers to pleasure me. I curl my toes and I can feel the walls of my vagina constrict. Electricity rips through me, and I arch my back slightly. But Viktor doesn't stop. As I'm riding through my orgasm, he continues more earnestly, and another orgasm hits me a few moments later, and another after that. Only then does he slow down to a stop. He takes his fingers out of me and sticks them in his mouth, moaning. “You taste so good, Riley.”
I blush again and he chuckles. “No need to be embarrassed by pleasure,” he says as he pulls his pants down and off.
I stare at his erect penis and I'm gobsmacked. That isn't going to fit inside of me.
“You still okay?” he asks.
“I just… you're huge,” I say, not knowing what an average size would even look like.
He takes his cock in his hand and strokes himself. “Thank you. It'll hurt at first, but it should start feeling good after a while.”
“Okay,” I say as he scoots up and guides his dick to my entrance. He rubs the tips between my folds, and I see it glisten with my juices. I lick my lips and he leans down and kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips as he slowly edges into me. I cry out into his mouth as he slowly pushes into me. It takes him a while, but eventually, he is buried deep inside of me. I feel filled. Complete.
He looks into my eyes, and I see a tenderness I haven't seen before. “Are you okay?” he asks softly, kissing my cheek.
“I'm fine,” I whisper. “You can move.”
He captures my lips with his as he slowly pulls out and pushes back into me. I moan into his mouth. He moves methodically but slowly. The feeling is intense. Something I couldn't describe if I tried to. The feeling, the friction of him moving in and out of me, is so pleasurable and uncomfortable and so right. I'm feeling a range of emotions at once, and the uncomfortable feeling is subsiding, and the pleasure is increasing. I can't help myself.
“Faster,” I groan.
He nibbles at my shoulder as he speeds up, just slightly. I'm wet for him and he slides in and out of me easily.
He's hitting a spot within me that makes me see stars, and I don't think I can feel any better when he slides a hand between us and starts to touch my clit with slow, gentle rubs.
“Oh, God!” I cry out. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
I continue to cry out, starting to swear as I feel the tension building in me once again. He's driving me to orgasm and I feel myself clench around his cock. He moves a bit harder, a bit faster, and I dig my nails into his arms as I orgasm with a shout. He continues to move while I ride out my orgasm until he suddenly thrusts deep inside of me and stops. A warm feeling spreads inside of me.
He's breathing heavily as he slowly pulls out of me and collapses on the bed beside me. I turn onto my side and kiss him deeply before I catch my breath.
“That was amazing,” I say, shifting slightly. I wince as I feel tender and he notices.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you toward the end?”
“No, it's fine. I'm sure it's normal to feel a little tender after the first time,” I say, I nuzzle up to him and rest my head against his chest. I trace a lazy finger over his tattoos. “You're so sexy.”
“Not quite as sexy as you are,” he says. He slides an arm around my shoulders and traces circles on my back.
“You've obviously done this before?” It's a question, not an accusation.
“A few times, a lot, I guess. But if I'm honest, it's never been that good. This was mind-blowing.” He kisses the top of my head.
“Good,” I say with a grin. “I want it to always be mind-blowing.”
“I'm glad you're open to doing this again,” Viktor says. “Because I don't think I can keep my hands off of you.”
I kiss his chest. “Don't. I don't want you to.”
We fall into a comfortable silence, where we simply stroke each other's skin softly before he clears his throat. “Riley, I don't think you should go to campus anymore.”
“Why?” I ask curiously.
“Because it isn't safe to go alone and taking guards will simply draw attention to you. Do you think you can switch to online classes for now? Just until we sort this situation out?” He looks down at me.
I meet his gaze and I see how serious he is. “Okay, I'll do that.”
“Thank you. If you want, you can move a desk into my home office. That way, you won't always be alone.” He smiles softly. “And I can make sure you study hard.”
“Oh, really?” I laugh. “Fine, it's a deal. But you better not distract me.”
“I won't. I won't.” His soft chuckle sends shivers down my spine. I close my eyes and sigh softly.
“I wish I had brothers and sisters,” I say quietly. “Your family is so nice.”
“They're okay. They can be a pain in the ass,” he says gruffly.
“It's boring being an only child,” I admit.
“You're not an only child anymore. My family is your family. Now you have a huge family to play with.” He kisses my head again. “Growing up, I always wondered what it would be like if my brothers and sister weren't around, but every time I thought about it, I felt sad. They have their moments when they drive me crazy, and they get into a lot of trouble, but I wouldn't trade them for the world.”
“I wouldn't either,” I say quietly. I give a small yawn and he continues to stroke my back.
“Go to sleep. You have class in the morning.”
I drift off slowly.
When I wake up, I feel more refreshed than I have in a long time. No nightmares. I feel so safe. I turn over and see Viktor isn't in bed. I hear noises coming from his closet and I slip out of bed, wrapping the sheet around me. “Viktor?”
He pops his head out. He's in a suit, doing his tie. “Morning.”
“Morning,” I say sleepily.
“Martin is already putting a desk in the office for you, so go shower and get dressed and you can set up.” He finishes his tie and comes over, kissing me deeply. “I'll have Rachel bring breakfast to the office.”
“Hmmm, okay.” I shuffle off and go to my room. I look around it and it seems so empty. I go to the shower and run the hot water. I'm still tender and the hot water loosens up my muscles. I wash myself gently and once I'm done, I rinse myself off and wash my hair and rinse that off.
I get out and towel-dry myself, leaving my hair to dry on its own. I go to my closet and put on comfy clothes before I put on my sneakers. I grab my laptop, my books, and my stationery and head down the hall to Viktor's home office.
There's a desk in the corner with a plate of food and a cup of coffee sitting on it. I smile and set my things down. I eat while I arrange everything and glance around for Viktor, wondering where he is. I don't have to wonder for long because he walks in with Martin on his heels. He's on the phone and scowling.
“What do you mean, you can't do the job?” he says.
He stops and listens to the person on the other side, then glares at Martin. “Do I have to do everything myself?”
He hangs up and sits at his desk. “Martin, we have a mole. I want you to find out who it is and take them to the warehouse and call me as soon as they're there.”
“Yes, Sir,” Martin says. “Good morning, Mrs. Milov.”
“Good morning, Martin,” I say with a soft smile. “You better get going.”
I'm surprised I'm not worried about what Viktor is talking about, but I guess it's not my business, so I best just finish my breakfast and get studying.
Viktor logs onto his computer, still frowning, and I can't help but study his face. He's so handsome, and his light blue eyes are focused on the screen. After I finish breakfast, Rachel comes to take my dishes and bring me a fresh cup of coffee.
I set up my laptop and open my textbook. It takes me a while to adjust to online classes, and I need to email two of my professors to explain that, unfortunately, I'm sick and have to work from home. While waiting for their responses, I log into my other classes and check where I should be. I open my textbook and run my hand down the index, searching for the right section. I find it and flip to that page. I glance at Viktor; he's typing away at his computer with a small smirk on his face.
God, how can he be so good-looking? The suit fits him tightly, and it strains against his muscles. I want him to pick me up so I can wrap my legs around him and we can have sex against the wall. Maybe we can have sex on his desk.
I try not to laugh. I went from being terrified and a virgin to plotting when we will be together next. I turn back to my studies and tap my leg as I read through the section, but I keep stealing glances at Viktor. I want to sear the image of him in my brain so I never forget how handsome my husband is. It's driving me crazy that I can't just strip and lay down across the table for him because someone might walk in. Plus, I really need to focus on my studies. I can't be distracted by him all day.
I turn back and read the same page again, trying my best to concentrate.