35. Aurora
35
AURORA
Ruslan's hands move with exquisite care as he undoes each tiny button down my back. I hold my breath, feeling the slight tug as each one releases, the whisper of air against newly exposed skin.
"You're okay," he murmurs against my neck, his voice vibrating through me. "You'll be okay."
The dress loosens and slides down my shoulders as his fingers guide it—not rushed, not hasty, but with a reverence that makes my heart swell.
"So beautiful," he whispers, pressing his lips to my shoulder blade.
His touch is like fire, but it doesn't burn. Instead, it warms me from the inside out. I feel my body responding, arching slightly toward him as the dress pools at my waist.
There's no fear here. No panic at being exposed. The room could have a hundred windows and I wouldn't care. With Ruslan, I feel hidden. Protected. The only eyes on me are his, and they hold nothing but wonder.
His fingers trace the curve of my spine, a feather-light touch that makes me gasp. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he says, always asking, always making sure.
"Don't stop," I breathe, turning to face him, helping him push the dress down past my hips until it's a white cloud surrounding us on the floor.
Ruslan cups my face in his hands. I'm trembling, not from fear but from the intensity of feeling safe with a man who knows every terrible secret I've kept hidden and still looks at me like I'm something precious.
"You're crying," he whispers, catching a tear with his thumb.
Am I? I hadn't noticed. These aren't tears of sadness or fear. They're tears of release at finally finding shelter after years of running.
Ruslan kisses away my tears, his lips gentle as they brush across my cheekbones. Each touch feels like absolution for sins I've carried alone for too long.
"You're safe with me," he whispers, his lips now at my temple. "Always."
I believe him. God help me, I believe him completely.
His mouth travels lower, pressing kisses down my neck. My breathing quickens as his stubble lightly scratches the sensitive skin just above my breasts. My hands find his shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscle there.
"Ruslan," I breathe, his name a prayer on my lips.
His eyes meet mine. Molten gold against the backdrop of our wedding night. Then he lowers his head again. The first touch of his mouth against my breast sends electricity through my body, and I press myself closer to feel him.
When his tongue circles my nipple, I gasp. The sensation travels straight through me until it gathers hot and liquid between my thighs. His hands hold my waist, steadying me as my knees threaten to buckle.
"Look at me," he murmurs against my skin.
I open eyes I hadn't realized I'd closed. The sight of this powerful man on his knees before me, looking up with such tenderness.
He takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks gently. A moan escapes my throat, ragged and desperate. His hands grip my hips tighter, holding me in place as he lavishes attention on my breasts.
I can't help the moans that escape my lips as he sucks harder, drawing the sensitive bud deep into his mouth.
"Ruslan," I gasp, my fingers tangling in his curls, holding him against me.
His other hand cups my neglected breast, thumb brushing over the nipple in rhythm with his tongue. The dual sensation makes my knees weak.
"You taste so sweet," he murmurs against my skin, the vibration of his voice making me shiver. "Like honey."
He switches his attention to my other breast, his mouth hot and demanding. The slight scrape of his teeth makes me cry out and my body jerks with unexpected pleasure.
"Too much?" he asks, looking up with those golden eyes.
"No," I breathe. "Perfect."
His hands grip my waist, steadying me as he continues his sweet torture. Every pull of his mouth sends delicious wet heat searing between my thighs. I'm dizzy with want, my body humming with need.
"Please," I whisper, not even sure what I'm begging for.
But Ruslan knows. He always knows.
His mouth releases my breast, but his journey doesn't end. He presses kisses down across my stomach, his stubble creating delicious friction against my skin. Each press of his lips moves lower, his hands sliding down to hold my hips.
I feel his breath, hot against my navel as he kneels before me. His thumbs trace the creases where my thighs meet my body. My breathing grows ragged as his kisses trail lower still, across my lower belly, then to my hip bones.
"Spread your legs for me, zarechka ," he commands softly.
I obey without hesitation, widening my stance. His hands slip behind me, cupping my backside as he presses his face against my lower abdomen, inhaling deeply.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. His eyes lock with mine as he begins to descend, his mouth moving inexorably toward my slit.
His tongue makes the first contact and I gasp, hands flying to his hair. The sensation is electric, sending shockwaves through my entire body.
"Oh my god," I breathe, my legs trembling as his tongue slides through my folds.
Ruslan looks up at me, his golden eyes burning with hunger. "You taste divine," he growls, before diving back in, his tongue circling my clit with deliberate pressure.
I can't help the moan that escapes me. It's loud, too loud considering the wedding guests just beyond these walls, but I can't bring myself to care.
Let them wonder where we've gone. Let them talk. Nothing matters except the feel of Ruslan's mouth devouring me.
His strong hands grip my thighs, spreading me wider as he works his tongue against me. Each stroke is precise, calculated to drive me wild. I rock against his face, shameless in my need.
"Ruslan," I pant, "don't stop."
He hums against me, the vibration making me cry out. His tongue flattens, making broad sweeps before focusing again on my clit with devastating accuracy.
"Yes," I urge, grinding against his mouth as pleasure builds inside me. "Just like that."
My body feels like it's on fire. I've never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so powerful with my wedding dress pooled in disarray beneath me and my husband on his knees worshipping me with his mouth.
One of his hands leaves my thigh, and I feel his finger tracing my entrance before slowly pushing inside. The dual sensation of his finger curling inside me while his tongue works my clit has me gasping for air.
"Fuck, Ruslan," I moan, my filter completely gone. "More, please."
He adds a second finger, stretching me deliciously as he increases the pressure of his tongue. I'm close, so close. The pleasure builds to an impossible peak.
I grip Ruslan's hair tighter as his fingers reach that perfect spot and his tongue teases my clit with devastating precision.
"Ruslan," I gasp, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. "I'm so close."
He hums against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my entire body. My legs start trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure builds, coiling tighter with each stroke of his tongue, each thrust of his fingers.
"Let go for me, zarechka ," he murmurs against my sensitive flesh, his hot breath making me whimper. "I want to taste you when you come."
His words push me closer to the edge. The pressure inside me builds to an almost unbearable point, my hips grinding shamelessly against his face.
"Look at me," he commands, and I force my heavy eyelids open to meet his gaze.
The moment I lock eyes with him, something breaks inside me. The pleasure crests and crashes over me in waves. I come with a cry, my body convulsing around his fingers, against his mouth. Stars explode behind my eyes, but I keep them open, watching him watch me as I shatter completely.
"Ruslan!" I gasp, my voice breaking as he keeps licking, keeps thrusting his fingers, drawing out my orgasm until I'm sobbing from the intensity.
My knees finally buckle, but he catches me, his strong arms wrapping around my waist as he guides me down to straddle his lap on the floor. I collapse against him, trembling and panting, my face buried in his neck as aftershocks ripple through my body.
"That's my girl," he whispers into my hair, his arms tight around me. "So beautiful when you come."
I sit up and shrug out of my wedding dress, reaching for him with hungry hands. I need his skin against mine, need to feel the heat of him. My fingers find the buttons of his shirt as I press my mouth to his.
"My turn," I whisper against his lips.
Ruslan leans back on his elbows, watching me with that burning gold gaze that makes my skin tingle. I crawl forward on my hands and knees, my wedding dress crushed beneath me. Yards of expensive fabric wrinkled beyond repair.
Yet I couldn't care less.
I position myself between his legs, breathing in his scent. It's intoxicating, masculine and warm with hints of mahogany, cedarwood, and pure male arousal.
My fingers tremble slightly as I reach for his belt, fumbling with the buckle in my eagerness.
"Take your time," he murmurs, but his voice is strained with need.
I pull his zipper down slowly, teasing us both. When I finally free him from the confines of his pants, I can't help the small gasp that escapes my lips. I'm still startled by its size. The impressive length and girth that somehow fits inside me so perfectly.
His cock springs free, thick and heavy. The head is flushed a deep red. A vein runs prominently along the underside, and I trace it with my fingertip, watching as he twitches in response.
"You're so big," I whisper, wrapping my hand around him. My fingers don't meet, not even close. The skin is impossibly soft, like velvet stretched over steel.
A pearly bead gathers at the tip, and I lick my lips. Ruslan's eyes follow the movement, his chest rising and falling with quickened breath.
His size had intimidated me at first, but now I feel a rush of anticipation knowing exactly how he'll fill and stretch me, and how he'll hit that perfect spot deep inside that makes me see stars.
I lean forward, my hair falling like a curtain around my face as I press a soft kiss to the tip of his cock. A low groan escapes Ruslan's throat, sending a thrill through me.
The power I feel in this moment is intoxicating.
I dart my tongue out, tasting the salty-sweet bead. His hips jerk slightly, and I smile against him, emboldened by his reaction. Slowly, I take the head into my mouth, sucking gently as I adjust to his size.
Ruslan's hand comes to rest on my head, not pushing, just a gentle touch that sends warmth spreading through me.
"That's it," he murmurs. "Take your time."
But I don't want to take my time anymore. Seeing how he responds to my touch lights a fire inside me. I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper, inch by inch, until he hits the back of my throat.
"Fuck," he growls, his fingers tightening slightly in my hair.
I pull back, tracing the sensitive ridge with my tongue before plunging back down. Each time I take him, I go a little deeper, a little faster. My hand wraps around what doesn't fit in my mouth, moving in rhythm with my lips.
The taste of him, the weight of his cock on my tongue, and the sounds he's making pushes me on. I look up through my lashes to find him watching me, his golden eyes burning with desire.
I begin to move with more confidence, establishing a steady rhythm. My free hand slides up his thigh to cup his balls, gently rolling them between my fingers as I work his shaft with my mouth.
"Aurora," he gasps, and hearing my chosen name on his lips as I pleasure him makes me moan around him.
The vibration makes him buck his hips, pushing deeper into my throat. Instead of pulling back, I relax and take him further, surprising myself with how much I want this and how much I want to please him. To make him feel as good as he makes me feel.
I pull back, letting his cock slip from my mouth with an audible pop. The way Ruslan's eyes darken sends a thrill through me, knowing I can affect this powerful man so deeply.
"You like watching me suck your cock?" I ask, my voice husky and unfamiliar to my own ears.
His jaw clenches. "Yes."
I stroke him slowly, my grip firm but not tight. "Tell me how much you like it."
"I love it," he growls, his accent thickening with desire. "Love watching your pretty lips stretch around me."
The praise emboldens me. I dip my head, running my tongue along the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft. His thighs tense beneath my free hand.
"Is this what a pakhan likes?" I tease, swirling my tongue around the sensitive head. "Their wives on their knees?"
"Yes," he manages through gritted teeth.
I take him deep again, hollowing my cheeks as I suck harder. His hand tightens in my hair, not controlling but anchoring himself. I moan around him, loving how he fills my mouth completely.
Drawing back again, I maintain eye contact as I trace the tip with my tongue. "Do you remember that other morning?" I ask, stroking him steadily. "When you held me upside down while I sucked your cock?"
"I do." His voice is strained, control slipping.
"Mmhmm." I lick a bead of pre-cum from the tip. "I'd like that again."
He groans, his hips jerking involuntarily. "Fuck, Aurora."
"Yes, that's next." I smile wickedly. "But only if you're a good boy and give me what I want."
Before he can respond, I take him deep again, relaxing my throat to accommodate his size. His breath hisses between his teeth as I work him mercilessly, using every trick I've just discovered drives him wild.
"If that's what you want," he warns, muscles tensing.
"It is," I tell him, releasing his cock from my mouth. The slick sound makes me blush, but my embarrassment fades beneath the heat of his gaze.
I lie back on the floor, my wedding dress bunched beneath me like a makeshift bed. The contrast strikes me as deliciously scandalous: me naked on the remnants of my designer gown, my body flushed and waiting.
Ruslan looms over me, his golden eyes burning with hunger. He shifts his position, positioning his body above mine but upside down. His strong arms slip under my hips, lifting me slightly as he brings his face between my thighs again.
I reach up, taking his cock back into my mouth as he hovers above me. The angle is different, allowing him to slide deeper. I moan around him, the vibration making him twitch against my tongue.
Then, in one powerful movement that steals my breath, Ruslan straightens and lifts me completely off the ground. My world tilts as he hoists me upside down, and my legs instinctively wrap around his neck for stability.
The blood rushes to my head, intensifying every sensation. His cock slides deeper into my mouth in this position, and I take him eagerly, letting my head fall back slightly to open my throat.
His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wider as his mouth finds my center again. The first stroke of his tongue in this new position makes me gasp around him. Everything feels more intense. Gravity pulls me down onto his mouth while simultaneously helping me take him deeper.
I suck him harder, my hands gripping his thighs for stability. The muscles beneath my fingers are tense, powerful. His strength holding me effortlessly in the air both terrifies and thrills me.
Ruslan's tongue circles my clit before plunging inside me, making me scream helplessly around him. The vibration of my moan makes him groan in turn, the sound reverberating through my core.
It's primal, and animalistic. Being suspended in midair while we devour each other. My mind goes blissfully blank, focused only on the dual sensations of his mouth on me and his cock filling my throat.
I moan around him, feeling him twitch against my tongue in response. I'm so close.
We're so close.
His hands grip my thighs tighter as his tongue flicks rapidly against my clit. The coil of pleasure winds impossibly tight, ready to snap. I hollow my cheeks, taking him as deep as I can, working him with renewed determination in a desperate race to see who would shatter first.
When his tongue makes one final circle around my clit, I shatter.
My orgasm crashes through me in violent waves and I cry out around him, the sound muffled by his thickness filling my mouth.
The vibration of my scream is enough to push him over the edge. His cock twitches powerfully against my tongue. Hot spurts of his cum flood my mouth, and I swallow eagerly, greedily drinking down every drop of him.
The dual sensations—my own climax still pulsing through me and the satisfaction of making him come—leave me dizzy and gasping.
When the final aftershocks subside, Ruslan slowly lowers me back to the ground, careful not to drop me. I'm boneless, breathless, my mind blissfully blank as I flop onto my back, staring up at the ceiling.
As my vision clears, I notice white drops on the pristine fabric of my wedding dress.
I laugh softly, pointing to the evidence. "You ruined my wedding dress," I tease, my voice hoarse from taking him so deep.
Ruslan's eyes darken as he looks down at me. With deliberate slowness, he kneels between my legs, his hand around his still hard cock, as he pushes my thighs open wider.
"Oh zarechka ," he growls as his thick head—slick with cum—slowly inches inside of me, "I haven't even begun to ruin it yet."