Chapter 64 Sienna #2
Just when I couldn’t take any more teasing, he thrust his tongue inside me.
My core burst with sparks of pleasure, and I arched my back with a whine.
My orgasm lingered just out of reach as my husband drank from me like a starving man, huge hands palming my ass cheeks and keeping me open to him.
There was nowhere to hide, no way to shield myself, but all I felt was exhilaration, not fear.
“More,” I cried out. My hips arched forward, desperate for more pressure, more friction, more everything. “Dimi.”
“Blyat. That’s it, baby. Grind that sweet pussy against my face. Take whatever you need from me.”
His tongue worked my clit, building my pleasure until I was right on the edge of the precipice.
My legs shook, sweat trickled down my spine, and two thick fingers entered me.
Dimi held me as the orgasm, more intense than anything I’d ever felt, crashed through my body. I was free falling, utterly consumed.
My legs gave way and Dimi gathered me against his chest, his tight hold keeping me from falling apart.
I wrapped my arms around him and breathed in the faint scent of my vanilla body wash on his skin.
My mind drifted and I surrendered to the peaceful waves, feeling utterly content.
A tear trickled down my cheek. This felt like the beginning of a lifetime of being safe in my husband’s arms.
Dimi murmured sweet words in Russian and pressed tender kisses to my face. There was no urgency in his movements, like he would be perfectly satisfied to hold me this way forever.
I raked my fingernails across his back. “Take me to bed, Dimochka.”
“Yes, tsaritsa.” He winked and lifted me into his arms. He eased me onto the mattress and leaned over me, his arms bracketing my body. “Where do you want me?”
A smile tugged at the corner of my lips, and I gripped his jaw. “Lie down on your back.”
My mouth watered as his thick cock practically bounced against his stomach as he got situated. I wrapped my fingers around him, gathering the precum spilling from his tip and rubbing it down his length.
He swore, muscles taut and hands gripping the bedding to keep them by his side. “Please, malyshka. Please, please.” A thrill of power ran through me at hearing him beg, at knowing how hard he was fighting to hold himself back.
My first orgasm had barely taken the edge off my need, so I wasted no time straddling him, grinding my dripping slit against his cock.
His moans pushed my arousal higher, and when his tip hit my clit, it was my turn to cry out.
I pushed up on my knees to take him inside me, but my coordination was severely lacking and totally unbalanced.
“Help me,” I said with a pout.
He let out a loud laugh. “You’re so fucking cute.” His fingertips dug into my ass cheeks, keeping me stable as he guided the head of his cock to my entrance. He kept me there, teasing my dripping pussy before dropping me down in one swift movement.
We both shouted as I stretched around him. My pussy felt swollen and even more sensitive than usual, but the slight sting just added to my pleasure.
“Look at you,” Dimi gasped, eyes full of reverence. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”
His firm hands guided my hips, moving me up and down on his cock. My wetness dripped onto him, each thrust building my pleasure until I was right on the verge. I panted with a loud moan, and he swore.
“Please, tsaritsa, may I come?”
I whimpered, leaning over him as much as I could manage with my belly, and tightly gripped his jaw. “That depends. Have you sufficiently repented?”
His lips parted with a sharp intake of breath. “I’m not sure I’ll ever do that. But if my tsaritsa believes I’m worthy of forgiveness…”
“I do.”
“Then I will happily spend my life belonging completely to you. Only you.”
My chest swelled with emotion as my fingers tangled in his hair. “Then come.”
He wasted no time gripping my hips and thrusting into me from below. This time, he was fully in control, gripping my ass as he brought me closer to my orgasm.
“So beautiful.”
I was so close. I just needed…
His thumb shifted to my clit. I let out a loud scream as I tipped over the cliff of pleasure.
His cock grew even thicker inside me and then he came, rocking his hips as he filled me with his cum, dragging out my pleasure until I was too weak to hold myself up.
He easily shifted us so we were on our sides, facing each other.
He pressed a sweet kiss to my lips and the calloused pads of his fingertips skimmed along my jaw, sending sparks of arousal through my core. He wrapped his arms around me, blanketing me with his presence and warmth.
Something had shifted between us. What we’d just shared was nothing like our whirlwind, anonymous fling in Paris or the heated sex when we still thought we hated each other.
This was different. Real in a way we’d never been together.
There were no secrets between us now, just something that felt suspiciously like love.