Chapter 13 Maddie #2
He grins and takes another bite. We laugh and talk some more while we force ourselves to eat the pie Svetlana’s mom made because it’s too good not to, even if I am so stuffed I can barely breathe.
If I didn’t have such a sexy man sitting right next to me, I’d be unbuttoning my jeans and slumping back in my chair while I rub my belly and give a big sigh.
We haven’t reached that stage in our relationship yet, so I just smile and push my plate aside, unable to take another bite.
Volodya grabs my hand, setting it on his thigh, stroking my skin while he tells them about my mom moving into the cabin. They all think it’s a great idea, and Svetlana asks if I mind if she tells her mom about it.
“No, of course not,” I tell her.
“I know she’s going to want to make her some soup. She has an old recipe for homemade chicken soup that she swears will cure anyone of anything. Do you think it would be okay if she brought some over once your mom gets settled?”
“My mom would love that.”
Svetlana smiles, and I can tell she’s already making plans. “She’s been lonely since leaving Russia and hasn’t made any real friends here yet.”
“Your mom will like Katya,” Volodya says. “They can share grandbaby stories.”
“My mom doesn’t have any grandkids,” I say without thinking.
Volodya laughs. “Not yet.”
I blush because I really did just walk right into that one.
“And on that note,” Vasily says with a laugh, “we need to get going. Dmitri’s getting sleepy and needs his bath.”
“Yeah, we should head out too,” Andrei says, looking over at his wife and catching her mid-yawn.
“Oh my god, it’s like hanging out with our grandparents.” Valeri laughs and stands up. “I’m leaving with them, but it’s not so I can go to sleep because it’s almost nine o’clock at night. I’m going to go get drunk and pick up a random piece of ass like a normal person.”
Nina laughs and covers Dmitri’s ears. “Stop teaching him new things.” Giving her son a big smile, she morphs into baby talk and says, “Don’t listen to your loveless Uncle Valeri, sweetie.
He just hasn’t met the right woman, and when he does,” she says, tickling his belly, “he’s going to walk around all lovesick like your Uncle Volodya, and then you’ll have lots of little cousins to play with. ”
Dmitri laughs with the rest of us while Valeri shakes his head. “Dream on, sis.”
She gives Volodya a pointed look. “I’ve heard that one before.”
He holds up his hands and laughs. “I can admit when I’m wrong.” Lifting me up with ease, he puts me in his lap and wraps an arm around me. “And I was most definitely wrong.”
After all of Dmitri’s things are gathered up and the leftovers have been put away, we walk with them to the door.
Everyone gives me a hug goodbye, and it feels like a welcome into the family kind of thing.
I’m touched by it. I want his family to like me.
I know how important they are to Volodya, and it means a lot to me that they accept me, just like it means a lot to me that my mom has taken such a liking to him.
“You survived the first family dinner,” he teases me after shutting the door.
“I did. I’m so stuffed I can barely move, but I survived it.”
The corner of his mouth lifts up as he stalks towards me. “Can’t move, huh?”
“Nope, and I sure as hell can’t run, so don’t get any crazy ideas about a late-night chase through the woods.”
“If you can’t run, then it’s just all that easier to catch you, sweetheart.”
I laugh and pat his chest in a calm down, tiger kind of way. “You and I both know you love the chase.”
He scoops me in his arms and gives me a heated look. “Don’t even try and pretend I’m the only one who likes it. I felt your pussy that night, remember? And, kiska, you were soaked, so fucking wet you were dripping down your damn thighs.”
I moan at the memory, earning me a smug grin because he knows I loved the chase every bit as much as he did.
With a laugh, he carries me into the media room.
Before sitting down, he grabs the super soft blanket he knows I love.
Dropping into the corner cushion, he keeps me on his lap and wraps the blanket around me before grabbing the remote.
“What are we doing?”
“I’m letting you rest because I’m a gentleman, and I want to see what happens on that show we started.”
“A gentleman, huh?”
“In my own way, yes, but only to you.”
I study his profile while he finds the spot he fell asleep on and starts the episode. Feeling my eyes on him, he turns and gives me a wink. “Enjoy your rest, baby, because the gentleman side of me only gets to come out and play for a little bit.”
My heart speeds up at his words and the way his eyes have turned a bit darker. “What takes over after that?”
“The devil, kiska, the dark side of me that wants nothing more than to hold you down and fuck you so hard you’ll feel me in your goddamn throat.”
“Holy shit,” I whisper. I always knew there was more than one side to him, but I hadn’t realized just how hard he fights for control.
I hadn’t realized how close to the surface the beast within him actually is.
I swear I feel it sometimes, pacing back and forth beneath the calm exterior he shows me, and now is one of those moments.
He’s practically vibrating with need, but he’s not giving into it because I said I needed a rest. A girl could get drunk on that kind of power.
I lay my head on his shoulder, missing the show because I can’t read the subtitles. I’d much rather breathe in the scent of him than watch TV. My nose drags along the skin of his neck as I take a slow inhale. His grip tightens on my hip.
“Kiska,” he warns. “You’re playing with fire.”
Running my tongue along the crook of his neck is my answer. His hard cock digs into my ass, and when I position myself so I’m straddling him, he lifts a brow at me and slowly shakes his head.
“I will not be gentle, sweetheart. This is your last warning.”
“Too bad you’re not in control this time.” I grind against his cock while he throws his head back and laughs. “I’m being serious.”
“I know you are, and that’s what’s so damn cute.”
His eyes are lit up with amusement, but it only makes me bolder.
I pull my shirt off and ditch the bra, smiling at the way his eyes run over me, filled with raw hunger now instead of amusement.
Standing up in front of him, I slowly peel my jeans and panties off, and when I’m naked, I step up onto the couch, bracing a foot on either side of his thighs.
“Give me your hands.”
He looks up at me from his dark lashes, letting me see how hard he’s working to keep himself under control.
I know it’s only a matter of time before his devil comes out to play, but for now, he lifts his arms, placing his hands in mine.
I bring them to my hips where he immediately tightens his grip, digging his fingers into my flesh.
“Don’t move them.”
“Whatever you say, kiska.”
He stares at my pussy and parts his lips when I step closer, hovering myself right out of reach.
When he leans closer, I fist his hair and hold him in place.
The look he gives me is full of warning, but I ignore it and keep him held in place.
Scooting close enough so I can feel the heat of his breath on my slit, I grind my pussy gently against his lips, coating him in my arousal.
I fist his hair tighter and pull back when I feel his tongue hit me.
His fingers are gripping me tight enough to bruise as he looks up at me. His lips glisten with my juices, and he keeps his eyes locked on mine as he slowly licks them clean.
“Do you like the taste of my pussy?”
“Fuck yes,” he growls. “You’re the sweetest goddamn thing I’ve ever tasted.”
Bringing a hand down, I stroke his cheek before running a finger over his lips. “I’m going to fuck your beautiful face.”
“Jesus Christ,” he groans. Volodya is not a man who gives up control, but he’s giving it up for me, and I know it’s taking all his willpower to not take over.
“I’m going to come all over that sexy mouth of yours.”
“Fuck yes, kiska. Smother me with that pussy.”
He leans further back on the couch so I can get a better angle, and when I step closer and lower my pussy to his waiting mouth, he’s more than ready for me.
We both groan when his tongue sinks inside me.
His fingers grip me tightly, but he’s careful not to move me.
He’s giving me this moment, and I’m damn well going to take it.
Throwing my head back, I grind against his talented mouth, using him for my own pleasure, and it’s the most liberating experience I’ve ever had.
This powerful, gorgeous man is beneath me, eyes heavy lidded with lust while I fuck his face, and he’s as lost to the moment as I am.
His tongue is relentless, fucking me in long strokes, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
When he pulls out, my groan of protest turns to one of pure pleasure when he licks and sucks his way to my clit.
Pressing the pad of his tongue against me, he stills, lifting a dark brow at me, giving me the option to take over.
I smile down at him and rock my hips, grinding against him just the way I need.
Fisting his hair tighter, I let go, screaming his name as the orgasm thunders through every cell in my body, consuming me and darkening my vision.
He growls against my pussy, holding me tighter against him as he laps up my juices, filling his mouth with the taste of me.
Aftershocks race through me, leaving me shaking and gasping.
“Volodya,” I whimper when he keeps licking my pussy, greedy for every last drop of me.
He’s relentless, hitting my overly sensitive clit with each swipe of his tongue until I’m shaking so badly it’s only his tight grip on me that’s keeping me upright. “Please,” I beg. “It’s too much.”