22. Konstantin
KONSTANTIN
“I ’m going to bed,” Tatiana yawned.
“No, you’re not,” I told her. “You’re mine all night. Seven nights to make up for.”
The hallway to our bedroom was empty and dark. Everyone dispersed once they learned I was home. Back to their positions. They shouldn’t have been swarming around my wife and sister anyhow.
She glanced at me over her shoulder. “You left for seven nights, not me. I’ve been satisfied, so now I’m going to sleep.
” She swayed her hips as she walked, purposely giving me a perfect view of her ass.
This was not the way she usually walked.
Little temptress. “You can jerk off in the shower until you have your fill. Don’t forget the lube. ”
The moment our bedroom door shut behind us, I smacked her ass. Her hair whipped through the air as she turned to glare at me.
“What the fuck?” she snapped, whirling around and putting her hand behind her.
“I told you; we’re doing this all night,” I growled.
She narrowed her eyes. “Well, use words, Illias. Not your hands on my ass.”
I grinned.
“You liked it when you rode my cock downstairs.” Her cheeks flushed crimson and my dick instantly responded. I’d love to see her ass turn red too. “Now, get rid of your clothes and bend over the table.”
Her eyes followed mine to the desk where I usually did some work, then returned to look at me.
She swallowed. “Don’t you need to rest or something? At your age, it must–”
Her words faltered at my grim expression. I didn’t like to be reminded of our age difference. Normal couples wish their spouses to continue their life in happiness. Fuck that! I wanted Tatiana in life and death. Always the two of us. Together.
“Clothes. Off. Now.”
She rolled her eyes, but she obeyed. Probably more for her benefit than mine. Her clothes discarded on the hardwood, she stood in front of me naked. It turned me the fuck on. I was already semi-hard making my way up the stairs, watching her sway her hips up the stairs.
But seeing her like this, there was no turning back. No sleeping tonight.
“Bend over that desk.”
“This is ridiculous,” she protested as she turned around and jutted her ass as she bent over the table. “Hands above your head.”
She shook her head. “I bet you and your friends never want to hear those words.”
Ignoring her jabs, I leaned down and spread her arms wide, then bent her fingers over the edge of the table. “Hold on to that, moya luna, and don’t move.”
My hand trailed down her graceful spine, lower to the curve of her ass, then I swatted her bare ass again. Her hips bucked and her toes curled.
“Spread your legs wider.”
To my surprise, she obeyed without a complaint. But the joke was on me because the moment she did, I could see she was wet. Her juices glistened, begging me to lick her clean. My cock turned painfully hard, tempting me to just slam inside her.
She was my home. Not just her body. Her heart. Her soul. Her wit.
Everything about her screamed home to me.
My hand came down on her ass again and a pleasured moan filled the room. Her pussy swelled in front of my eyes. I reached between her legs and spread them further. The scent of her arousal and roses seeped into my lungs. She turned her head and watched me with lust in her eyes.
“I want your cock,” she hissed her demand.
I kicked off my shoes, then casually started disrobing. My suit jacket. My tie. My shirt. Pants. Socks.
My cock strained for her. It always wanted her, but it was better if I made her suffer. I wrapped my hand around my shaft, stroking the length from tip to base. With my other hand, I slide my hand over her lower back, then her round ass.
“I thought you wanted me to jerk off,” I said, sliding my fingers down between her legs and over her slick pussy.
“I don’t anymore,” she rasped. “Now I want you to fuck me.”
Smack.
“How do you ask for things?” I demanded, swirling my fingertip over her asshole. “What’s the magic word?”
“Fuck. You.” I pushed my finger gently past her tight dark hole and she gasped.
“Try again,” I purred as I withdrew my finger.
“P-please?”
This woman. She was used to getting her way. God help me, I’d give her anything. She had me wrapped around her little finger and she probably knew it.
“That’s right,” I commended her. I slid my fingers over her slick pussy again and brought her juices back to her ass, pushing my finger inside. I stretched her asshole, in and out. In and out. “I’m going to claim this virgin ass.”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “I need more.”
I pushed two fingers into her tight hole, stretching her. Her ass ground back against me, her moans louder by the second.
“Want my cock?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, her voice breathy.
“Where?” I asked her. When she gave me a confused look, I asked, “In your ass or your pussy?”
Her eyes widened and her lips parted. Goddamn it. I wanted her mouth, her ass, her pussy. All of it.
“Ass.”
A satisfied growl vibrated through my chest. I brought my cock, leaking with pre-cum to her ass and smeared it over her hole. Her hips pushed back against it, her ass muscles clenching greedily. She panted, rocking her ass against my erect cock
“Remember to breathe,” I instructed. She nodded and watched me over her shoulder as I pushed my cock past her ring of muscle. She bucked and I placed my hand on her lower back, caressing her. I kept my thrusts slow and shallow, in and out.
Her gasps and pants somehow matched my own heavy breathing. My hips moved, thrusting against her ass, deeper into her. With one hand, I reached around between her thighs and stroked her clit. I smeared her juices, rubbing it harder and faster. I could feel her tighten, her ass clenching my cock.
Then she bucked, pushing my cock all the way in and that did it. Her body locked and she orgasmed with a cry, her juices gushing down my hand. I thrust into her harder, my mouth latched to the back of her neck.
I bit into her soft skin as I spilled inside her ass.
Her head fell back to rest against mine, and for a moment, the world was as it should be.