24. Konstantin
24
KONSTANTIN
I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as Emily’s naked body hovering over me, her expression dreamy and satisfied. As I look up, all I can see is her. The dip of her waist, the weight of her small breasts, the dark chestnut hair plastered against her sweat-soaked shoulders like lines of the sun.
Her dripping, perfect pussy, right above my mouth.
She’s a goddamn goddess, and I’m lying prostrate beneath her like a begging supplicant for a token of her favor.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.
I’m used to being in control in all areas of my life. As Pakhan, it’s my duty; if I give my people good directions, I expect them to listen. It’s how my people, and my business, thrive.
But Emily changed all of that.
She’s forced my hand. She’s made it clear that she refuses to be ruled by me, that she refuses to be just a subject of mine, and she’s making it abundantly clear that she won’t let up until I declared her my equal—that the only thing I live for is to serve her, with my body and my mouth.
Because it’s the fucking truth. And I fucking love it.
“ Krasivaya ,” I whisper, looking up at her. She’s so goddamn beautiful and perfect.
The tiny moans from her full lips grow longer and longer until they blend into a single sustained scream of pleasure. Her pale face flushes as her body trembles and shake around my face. Her thighs squeeze together and her fingers fist in my hair. The redness of her face spreads, down her neck, and across her chest as another guttural scream punches out from her mouth.
Her eyes are still closed as she comes down from the orgasm, and a smile ghosts on her lips.
She wants more. And so do I.
I want to fuck her hard. I want to grab her hips and roll her over onto all fours. I want to plunge my cock into her slick center, hold her down, and pound her so hard that she won’t be able to walk or sit down for days.
But I force myself to stay still and wait for her to make a move.
Right now, this is all about Emily taking control.
After a moment, she moves her thighs away from my face. I can’t hold back my groan of disappointment. I could taste her like this all night.
“I know,” she murmurs, like she can read my mind. “But I want your cock. Don’t make me wait anymore.”
I’m not going to argue with that.
She straddles my waist, her soaked pussy pressed once again to my cock. It’s so close to where I desperately want it to be. But she’s content to make me wait a little longer.
Grabbing my wrists, she presses my hands to her hips. I knead the soft full curves of her ass as she slides over me, coating my cock in her pleasure, torturing me for just a few moments longer. I’m so desperate to get inside her that I feel like my whole body might combust.
All I can do is moan louder, pressing my fingers into her hips hard enough to bruise.
“You want me to ride you?” Emily croons.
“No.” My voice is strained, sounding harsh and rough. “I want you to fuck me.”
She grins and lifts her hips, positioning my swollen cock head at her entrance. With careful slowness, she slides down, centimeter by centimeter, until I’m fully sheathed within her.
“Like this?” She leans down and licks my ear.
“Yes,” I whisper, staring up into her blue eyes. “Just like that.”
Her inner muscles flutter deliciously around me at the compliment, and it takes everything in me to not come right then and there.
“I need you to do something,” Emily says.
“Anything,” I say quickly.
“Put your thumb in my mouth.”
Then she parts her pretty pink lips for me. I quickly obey, putting my right thumb against her tongue. She purses her lips and sucks, long and hard. My dick twitches at the sight of it. It’s just so fucking erotic to watch.
When she finally releases me, the digit’s soaking with spit.
“Touch my clit,” she says. “I’m going to ride you, and I don’t want you to stop touching me until I come again. Do you understand?”
I nod and then obey her fucking instructions to the letter.
She rides me slowly, her hips making small thrusts at first. I barely need to move my hand, with her own movements sliding her clit along my thumb. I can feel her slickness seeping from her pussy onto my hips.
It takes everything I can not to thrust up into her and match her stroke for stroke. Every fucking ounce of willpower not to take control back, to set the pace myself.
She’s in charge right now. Not me.
So, I grit my teeth while Emily achingly starts to pick up her speed. Her pussy clenches against my cock each time she comes up and releases me when she comes down. My fingers never once leave her clit, and I draw small lazy circles around the nub until I start feeling her own rhythm start to falter.
I can tell she’s about to lose control. With my free hand, I reach up and grab hold of her left breast, squeezing it and kneading the soft flesh in my grip.
She moans in response, bracing herself by putting her hands on my chest. Her fingers roam across the lines of my muscles, tracing over the familiar scars whose stories she once marveled. I tense up at her touch as I war with myself to not explode until she has.
I’m obsessed with her.
Slowly, my patience is rewarded as raw animal desire overwhelms Emily’s own need for control. Her pace starts picking up, more erratically than before as she gives in to her own lust. Soon enough, she starts bouncing on my cock. She throws her head back, lost in the moment as I press my thumb hard against her clit.
“Come for me, Kitty Cat,” I moan mindlessly. “Come for me and let me hear your fucking scream.”
“Yes,” she says, her fingernails digging into my skin. “I’m so close.”
Fuck, I hope she leaves her mark on me .
She’s rocking on my cock, faster and faster. I grit my teeth, forcing myself to hold back. As incredible as her pussy feels, I can’t come until she does. I need to see her let loose, writhing in pleasure.
Keeping my thumb on her clit, my other hand moves to her right breast. I stroke her sensitive nipple with featherlight touches, and then pinch them, drawing out another cry of pleasure. Emily’s slick walls tighten around my cock, and she throws her head back again as her pleasure finally overwhelms her.
Her inner walls flutter and then squeeze me tightly, milking me, as she flies over the edge into her orgasm. In seconds, I’m following her over, roaring her name as I pour my seed inside of her.
Emily collapses onto my chest, her loose hair falling onto my chest in dark silky strands. She feels heavy and boneless on top of me.
“That was … wow ,” she murmurs, sounding half-dazed.
“I feel exactly the same,” I reply.
Sex has never been like this before. Obviously, I always want to make my partner orgasm, but I’m used to deciding what she needs and giving it to her. I’ve never put aside all my selfish desires and let her decide what to do.
It’s intoxicating. And there’s only one woman I could ever trust enough to be my master. Emily. My perfect, beautiful, selfless wife.
I circle my arms around her and stroke her back as she slowly returns to earth from the orgasm. The heat of our bodies mingles, and it’s like we’re melting into one being as we come back down. Even our heartbeats seem to match their rhythms.
Soon, Emily’s breaths go slow and even. She’s falling asleep. I lift her into my arms and gently deposit her into the bed, and slip beside her. She barely stirs, just turning her head to snuggle against me.
“How much longer until we arrive?” she asks sleepily
I kiss her as I pull her even closer. “Not for another ten hours. We have all the time we need in the world, Kitty Cat.”
“Good,” she mutters, pressing her nose closer into the crook of my neck. “Because before we land, I definitely want to do this again.”