CHAPTER SEVEN
Anastasia
The honest truth is that I had a lot of sex before meeting Fyodor.
Although, it was only with two boys: Dylan, my ex-boyfriend, and Raymond, a classmate I dated briefly before settling with Dylan, and both boys had a lot to learn when it came to making love to a woman.
Fyodor’s experience and way of showing me the pleasure of the flesh is better than both Dylan and Raymond combined, and the moment his lips land on mine, I can barely bring myself to stop him.
The kiss is a reflection of how much my body desires him and it makes it obvious that it’s true what they say about the body sometimes deciding to do things on its own, because left to me, Fyodor’s touch should be the last thing on Earth I’m craving.
We kiss passionately for what seems like a full minute while Fyodor’s hands travel down the entire length of my body. Each touch elicits a desire to have him explore me more, and when he finally breaks the kiss, I know that I’ll not be able to turn him down.
“Should we take this to your bedroom or mine?” he finally asks, almost breathless.
“Yours.”
The last thing I want is to have memories of him lingering in my bedroom, and Fyodor picks me up with ease and carries me straight up to his bedroom. He sets me down on the ground, taking a moment to look at me carefully.
I know how powerful gazes can be, and unlike the scrutinizing gazes I have grown used to, something about his is different.
It creates a fire deep within me, one that can only be quenched by him, and when Fyodor tells me to take off my clothes, I obey without hesitation.
He removes his shirt, leaving his pants on, and I can already spy a bulge forming in his pants.
At the back of my mind, I can hear a voice screaming that I need to break free from his hold, but I push it down. The pleasure and satisfaction I’ll be getting from this is just too great for me to refuse him.
“You leave me breathless, Anastasia,” Fyodor says as he draws close, his hot breath on my skin.
He hovers right over me, which adds to the anticipation coursing through my body. This man clearly has bewitched me, because how can it be that just a single kiss makes me this crazy? Why am I aching for his touch?
He tilts my head up, and I look into his eyes, and for a moment I feel this spark between us. This connection goes beyond what words are able to explain. A connection I shouldn’t be feeling with Fyodor, my brother’s killer.
Before I can put my thoughts into order, Fyodor kisses me again, vaporizing what resistance I had. This man has me under his thumb, and while I detest him, I love being intimate with him.
It is shocking to admit, but it’s the truth, and as Fyodor draws me closer, pulling my body against his, I know I am already dripping wet for him. His hands cup my boobs, and I try to stifle a moan, though from the smirk on his face, it seems like he has heard me.
He brings his hand to my ass, lightly spanking it before he then tugs at my panties. “I never pictured you as the type of person to wear silky panties on the regular,” he teases me. “Did you plan for this to happen?”
He nibbles at my ear, and it suddenly feels like someone has turned on all my senses.
Fyodor is a man who knows the right places to touch a woman, and should this continue, I will get addicted to him.
As if he knows this, Fyodor turns up the heat as he brings his hand close to my pussy, and he slowly rubs it.
“Wet and ready for me,” he says in a thick voice.
A moan escapes my mouth as I am overwhelmed by his action. “Please—” I begin, unable to complete the sentence.
“Please, what?” he asks, his tone full of lust.
This man is clearly planning to dominate me, and I suppose his intention is to make me surrender to him. He wants to claim my body and my soul as his.
“Please, be gentle,” I beg.
A rather devilish smile appears on his face, and I know that he won’t listen to my pleas.
“Trust me, I will be,” he says, right before telling me we need to move to the bed.
Following his instructions carefully, Fyodor has me lie on my back, my entire body tingling with anticipation as I wait for what he intends to do. My eyes remain on him as he finally makes his way to where my legs are. He slowly spreads them apart and brings his face down to my pussy.
“Nothing like the musky smell of a horny woman.”
My cheeks burn red at his statement, but before I can think of a response, Fyodor leans closer, kissing me right on the lips.
I kiss him back with passion this time as I feel his hands on my boobs.
His right hand flicks my right nipple over and over again.
I know he’s doing it deliberately, and I wonder if he knows how sensitive they are.
He breaks the kiss and then plants a kiss on my collarbone, murmuring something in Russian as he moves to my breastbone. He’s slowly making his way down, and when he gets to my boobs, Fyodor sucks on them.
Gentle and firm, a complete contrast to how Dylan always treated them, and the more he sucks them, the more turned on I become. Unable to take the heat any longer, I begin to rub my clit myself, realizing that Fyodor is taking his time to get me all worked up.
At this point, small moans are constantly escaping from my mouth, and if Fyodor notices that I am already trying to please myself, he pretends not to notice.
He goes down to my belly, and he plants soft kisses, telling me how he can’t wait to meet the twins one day.
Then he finally makes his way back in between my legs.
Anticipation rises deep within me as I expect him to dive right into action, but instead, Fyodor begins to kiss my inner thigh. He slowly makes his way to my pussy lips and then, he does nothing. Hanging his face right over it, he blows hot breath on it, and I writhe with excitement.
“Are you going—” I start to say right before he licks my pussy.
The act almost drives me insane, as I hadn’t mentally prepared myself for something as intense as that. I throw back my head, trying my best not to scream out.
“Do you like that?”
I can barely say a word because I know that if I answer him, I will be giving him permission to continue, and as much as I don’t want him to stop, I am reluctant to give him permission. Not getting a response from me, Fyodor launches a full attack, switching between sucking and licking my clitoris.
The continuous assault wrecks my whole body, and I grab the sheets tightly as I feel my entire body begin to shiver. This man is teaching me what it means to be a woman, which never happened with Dylan. Sex with him was more focused on his own satisfaction, but Fyodor?
He’s like an explorer wanting to know more about my body, and he’s taking me on this rollercoaster ride, letting me know things about my body that I didn’t know in the first place.
“Oh, yes.” A loud moan finally slips out of my mouth.
Fyodor looks up, and I see how much pleasure and satisfaction is written all over his face. As if to reward me for that moan, Fyodor switches his attention from my pussy to my foot. He holds my right leg up, and he begins to trail his index finger from my right foot up to my inner thighs.
I never knew something as simple as trailing a finger across your partner’s body could be so erotic, and when Fyodor finally brings it close to my pussy, he sucks on it, his attention on me, almost as if he wants me to guess what his next move will be.
All this while, Fyodor is still half-clothed, as he has yet to take off his pants. He kisses me on the lips right before he slips his finger into me. I take a deep breath as my brain tries to process the sensation.
“Oh my god,” I call out as Fyodor begins to slowly fuck me with his index finger.
Something about him fingerfucking me is intense, and he picks up the speed as he sucks on my boobs; the man’s ability to multitask makes me respect him. He continues for what seems like an eternity before deciding that I have had enough.
“Now for the main meal,” he says as he slowly takes off his pants, and I gasp at the tent in his briefs.
I remember that Fyodor is on the bigger side, but in the past few months, I haven’t seen his cock, and I forgot how big he truly is. He slowly sticks both thumbs into his boxers, and slowly, he takes out his cock, which is almost twice as big as Dylan’s.
Is this how Eve felt in the garden of Eden?
Fyodor’s cock is like the fruit of the forbidden tree, and taking a bite of it would mean that I am sabotaging my revenge, but I can’t take my eyes off it. Already, I am picturing how pleasant it would feel to wrap my hands around it. To feel his girth.
“You are dripping wet already,” he tells me.
“I want to hold it,” I hear my own voice.
It’s embarrassing to say those words to him, but Fyodor doesn’t object as he brings his cock close to me.
Without hesitation, I wrap my left hand around it, realizing his girth is unusual.
The only thing that feels right at the moment is planting a kiss on it, which is exactly what I do, and Fyodor lets me kiss his shaft down to his balls.
“Do you love it?” Fyodor asks in a thick voice.
“Yes. I want you in me, Fyodor. I need you now.”
And my last shred of shame dissolves in the air.
Fyodor doesn’t let me repeat myself as he lowers himself down to my level. He rubs his cock right over my pussy lips, and the sensation has me whimpering in excitement. My whimpers seem to spur him on, seeing how he continues with his act.
“Please, stop teasing me, Fyodor,” I call out to him.
“Beg me more,” he tells me.
I won’t go that low.
But then I find myself saying, “Please, Fyodor. I want your cock in me.”
He cuts off my pleas with a kiss right as he lines his cock up to my pussy lips.
Just like he did with his finger, Fyodor slips in without warning, and my moan is silenced by his tongue in my mouth.
With just the tip of his cock inside me, Fyodor continues to kiss me passionately, taking things a step further by sucking on my tongue like there’s no tomorrow.
When he finally stops the kiss, Fyodor looks me in the eye as he pushes his cock deep into me.
“Oh, yes, you feel good,” Fyodor grunts.
When his entire length goes into me, I let out a soft moan as he looks into my eyes.
The man’s eyes seem to have a hypnotic spell, because that’s the only reason why I am doing this.
The gaze lingers for a few more seconds before Fyodor begins to move his hips.
He starts slowly, and then increases the speed of the strokes slightly right before bringing it down.
I am gripping tightly to the sheets as he continues with his sensual lovemaking, and I can’t stop myself from wanting more of this. Fyodor holds my hand tightly as he thrusts even faster, and I scream out his name in pleasure, throwing all reservations away.
Another orgasm is right on the horizon, and with Fyodor alternating between fast, short strokes and short, sensual ones, it’s only a matter of time before I climax again.
Fyodor suddenly leans over, taking my right boob in his mouth, and that act lights the fuse to the bomb I have been trying to keep from exploding.
“Fuck!” I scream out right before my orgasm overcomes me.
“Yes… I love that,” Fyodor tells me as he begins to grunt. “I’m close.”
Employing a move I once heard from Marina, I wrap my legs around Fyodor’s waist, which somehow pushes him deeper into my already sensitive pussy.
“Fuck!” Fyodor lets out right before he explodes deep within me.
This is messed up. I just made a huge mistake!