26. Kira #2
“Your body is ridiculous, you know that?” I murmured, pressing my soapy palms flat against the thick muscle of his back. “All these scars… It’s like you were built for war, and right now you feel like pure sin.”
Nikolai let out a low, rough chuckle that vibrated under my hands. He turned slowly in the spray, water sluicing down his chest as he faced me again.
His eyes dragged over my naked body with open hunger, lingering on the way my wet hair clung to my breasts, the droplets racing down my stomach and thighs.
“And you,” he said, voice dropping into that gravelly tone that always made heat pool low in my belly, “look like you were made to ruin a man. Oh, these soft curves…” His large hands settled on my waist, thumbs stroking just beneath my ribs.
“These full tits that fit so perfectly in my palms… Every inch of you makes me want to forget how fucking exhausted I am.”
My breath hitched. I bit my lip, trying to keep my voice steady as I slid my soapy hands down his chest, tracing the deep V of his hips. The hard length of his dick brushed against my stomach, already swelling. “You’re exhausted, remember? You said you needed sleep.”
“I did,” he admitted, stepping closer until his dick prodded at my thigh. “But then my wife starts touching me like she wants to worship every scar, and suddenly sleep is the last thing on my mind.”
His hands slid up to cup my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they tightened into stiff peaks. I moaned softly, arching into his touch.
“These pretty nipples,” he mumbled, pinching one lightly, “get so hard for me the second I touch them. You know what they do to me? Make me want to suck them until you’re squirming and begging.”
I let out a shaky laugh that turned into a moan when he rolled both nipples between his fingers. “Niko… we’re supposed to be washing…”
“We are washing,” he said, voice innocent even as one hand left my breast to trail down my belly, fingers teasing the sensitive skin just above my mound. “I’m just making sure every part of my wife is very, very clean.”
I wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking slowly from base to tip, feeling him swell fully in my grip, hot and velvet-smooth. He groaned, hips twitching forward into my palm.
“Fuck, Princess… your hand feels so good,” he rasped, forehead dropping to rest against mine. “Stroke me just like that, nice and slow. I wanna feel how much you want me even when you’re pretending to behave.”
I tightened my grip as I grinned, twisting my wrist on the upstroke the way I knew he liked. “Like this?” I whispered, voice already breathy. “You’re already so hard… leaking for me.”
Nikolai’s breath stuttered. “Because you’re naked and wet and touching me like you own me.”
"I'm married to you… I do sort of own you."
His fingers finally slipped between my thighs, parting my folds and finding me slick and swollen. “And you’re soaked, Kira. Not just from the shower. This pretty pussy is dripping for me already.”
Two thick fingers circled my clit with teasing pressure, making my knees weaken. I leaned into him, one hand still stroking his cock while the other clutched his shoulder for balance.
“Tell me how it feels,” he demanded softly, lips brushing my ear. “Tell me how much you love my fingers on your clit.”
“It feels… so good,” I whimpered, hips rocking against his hand. “Faster, Niko… please—”
“Not yet,” he growled, slowing his movements until I whined in frustration. “I want to hear my wife tell me exactly what she needs.”
My strokes faltered as pleasure coiled tighter in my core. “I need… I need you to make me come. Your fingers—god, right there—don’t stop touching me like that.”
He chuckled darkly, adding a third finger to slide through my folds, coating them in my arousal before focusing back on my clit with firmer, faster circles. “That’s it. Such a good girl, telling me what you want. You’re clenching already… so close, aren’t you?”
“Yes—fuck, yes—” My hand kept working his cock in jerky strokes as my own orgasm built. The tension in my core was delicious, and slightly painful, telling me my body was making so much more moisture.
Nikolai’s free hand gripped my ass, pulling me flush against him so his dick was trapped between our bodies, sliding against my stomach with every pump of my fist. “Come for me, Kira. Let me feel this tight little pussy come all over my fingers. I want to hear you moan."
The pressure was perfect and exactly what I needed. My thighs started to tremble, breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
“Niko—Oh, God—”
“That’s my good girl,” he praised in a lusty tone. “Louder. Let me hear how good I make you feel. Tell me whose fingers are making this pussy throb.”
“Yours—only yours,” I cried out as the orgasm crashed over me. My back arched, head falling back under the spray as waves of pleasure ripped through me. My walls clenched around nothing, my whole body shaking while his fingers kept working my clit through every pulsing aftershock.
My hand kept stroking him through it all, feeling him throb and twitch in my palm as Nikolai held me through it, fingers never stopping their tight circles until I was shaking and oversensitive, whimpering against his chest. Only then did he slow, gentling his touch as I came down, pressing soft kisses to my wet hair and temple.
“Fuck… you’re beautiful when you come,” he murmured. “So fucking beautiful. Look at you trembling.”
My legs felt like jelly. I sagged against him, still lazily stroking his throbbing cock, feeling it twitch every time I brushed its sensitive tip. My voice was hoarse when I finally whispered, “That was… intense.”
He chuckled softly, nuzzling into my neck. His breath was warm against my wet skin. “You did so good for me, Princess. So fucking good.” His hips rocked gently into my fist, but he turned the water off and opened the door.
“Real wedding night is going to be dangerous,” he rasped and he sounded hungry and feral.
I laughed softly, nuzzling into his chest. “Good thing I like danger.”
Nikolai reached for some towels but I knew we were far from done.