Chapter Twenty-One
In which there are some things better than cupcakes.
Iris…
I don't remember saying goodbye to the family, I couldn't say how we got home. I remember holding Andrey's hand, feeling the texture of his long fingers, how warm they were.
My brain seems to come back online after the security detail has done a sweep of the penthouse and Andrey and I are alone.
Fuck, he's beautiful in a tux. He's also beautiful in sweatpants and if I'm very lucky, I might find out just how beautiful he is naked. It hit me like a thunderbolt as we sat and watched the galaxy together.
What the hell am I waiting for?
We're standing in the hallway and he takes a step toward me, pulling off his bowtie, his eyes fixed on mine. I might've made a high little noise as he carelessly pulls off his jacket, dropping it on the granite floor and then his shirt, popping the studs loose.
"You never just drop your clothes on the floor," I say, embarrassed by the little quiver in my voice.
"They're Nikandr's."
I frown, "They're –"
His mouth is on mine, hands pressed on either side of my head on the wall I'm leaning against. This kiss is different from the one he gave me after the camera crew left.
That one tasted like pride. This one tastes like possession.
I didn't know my mouth could be owned, and I was so wrong.
His lips are firm and when he slides his tongue into my mouth, a groan rumbles through his chest that I can feel.
My nipples instantly turn into diamond hard points.
Andrey's big hand slides to the back of my neck, holding me still as he kisses my mouth, plays with my tongue, and travels down to leave a bite on my shoulder.
"This mouth," he says, his voice raspy, "delicious.
I knew it would be sweet. Your pouty lips, so goddamn tempting.
" He punctuates each word with another kiss until I have one arm wrapped around his middle, and one curled around his neck.
When he pulls back, I let out a little whine and then flush with mortification.
His calloused fingertip travels over my collarbone and catches on the strap of my dress.
He pulls it down carefully, and does the same to the other side.
"I suspect that if I pull down this dress, your nipples are going to be hard little pebbles, aren't they?" he whispers in my ear before sharply biting my lobe.
"Maybe." He growls at my teasing tone and pulls the fabric down to my waist. I can't wear a bra with this dress, so it is immediately apparent that he is correct.
Turning, he lifts me onto the tall credenza against the wall with one arm and cups my breast with the other, greedily sucking one nipple into his mouth and then traveling to the other, holding my breasts together in his rough hands so he can kiss and lick each one.
"Beautiful…" he says, more to himself. "Wife, I want to take you upstairs. " He's still holding my breasts, squeezing, pulling on my nipples. "I want to put you in our bed and tear right through your virginity and make you mine. I suspect your pussy is going to turn me into an addict."
It's a combination of crass and sexy as fuck and suddenly, I'm eager, I want this. Maybe it was the dance of the Universe or his honesty or the fact that everything he said he would do, he has, but it sets me free to wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze.
"We should do that," I say.
Despite my name, I am no dainty flower, so when he lifts me, bunching up my skirt, wrapping my legs around his waist and bolts up the stairs, two at a time, I am astounded.
I knew those smooth suits covered sculpted muscle, but holy god.
He sets me down next to the window seat that overlooks the harbor, the glass is still warm from the late summer sunset.
His long fingers find the zipper on the side of the dress and pull it down, slipping it off me and tossing it to the side.
I stifle a yelp as the room tilts and my ass is suddenly on the cushioned window seat and Andrey's shoving his broad shoulders between my thighs, spreading them wide, the pull in my tendons is sharp. He tears off my undies with a careless disregard that is so not him.
"I'd expect you to hook a finger in my undies, and maybe pull them aside," I wheeze. "No. Instead, you take those two giant bear claws that you call hands and tear them in half?"
Ignoring me, he pulls the pieces impatiently off of me and leans closer. For the first time, there's no calculation in his gaze, he just looks greedy and oh, it's a good look for him because he buries his mouth between my legs, his hot, greedy tongue lashing my clitoris and my center.
His arms impatiently wrap around my thighs and pull me forward, I let out a little "Eep!
" I've wanted to run my hands through his hair since we got married, maybe yank on it when I was pissed.
Sliding my fingers through it now, it feels thick and gorgeously soft.
An experimental tug sends another growl rumbling through his chest and it vibrates against me.
Andrey is moving slowly now, I think he's learning me; what makes me gasp, what makes me moan and arch my hips higher as his tongue and teeth suck and swirl and nibble until my slick is flowing down my thighs and it's too late to be embarrassed because he looks up, his dark eyes intent on mine and says, "It's time to come. "
Lips fasten around my clitoris, his teeth tugging slightly and oh, yeah.
It's time. Whether I want to or not and I let out a scream.
The energy sizzling between my legs, arching up my spine, making my skin tingle is nothing like the weak ones I've attempted with my own fingers.
This is fast and brutal. My thighs spasm, tightening against his arms and he sucks me through it, moving down to stick his tongue inside me.
"I want to see you," I croak.
His pants are off in seconds, dress shoes and socks going with them and he's standing there in the dark in black boxer briefs, and his erection is right in front of my face and it's fucking gigantic.
Oh, shit.
Carefully, I put my hand over it, tracing the length with my fingers and he groans, long and low.
Pressing my nose against him, I feel the heat coming off his cock.
It's throbbing and it swells harder against my cheek.
With a growl, he hooks his hands under my arms and hauls me up.
"We're not doing that right now," he says, carrying me over to the bed.
"There's so much I want to do for you." He settles between my thighs.
"More specifically, to you." His long fingers glide along my thighs, circle around my pussy, squeezing my breasts, cupping them and then pushing a thumb under my chin so I'm forced to look at him.
"What I told you in the car was the truth," he rasps.
"You are the most beautiful woman." He kisses me as I feel his hand go between my legs, one finger slides inside me slowly.
I'm slick, and incredibly wet, so it's easy.
He strokes it in and out of me a couple of times before he adds a second.
Now, I can feel the sting and stretch, but his kissing and murmurs about how beautiful I am, and how good I feel, makes the sting feel like less, until he scissors his fingers inside me, spreading me and there's definitely a burn.
"We need to stretch this perfect cunt so I can get my cock inside you," he says, kissing the soft skin of my inner thigh. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Liar," I say breathlessly, "I can see it in your eyes, you know this is going- oh, fuck!
" He presses both fingers against the front wall of my channel and I feel it.
"How did you find it so fast? I've only managed to find that spot once, and…
" His fingertips rub softly in a circular motion and then press hard against the little rough patch.
Tears roll down my cheeks and when he presses his thumb against my clitoris at the same time the pressure is too much.
My legs are kicking mindlessly and I come again, staring at his beautiful face, wide-eyed and panting.
Andrey gently pulls his fingers from inside me and puts them in his mouth for a long, slow lick.
"Do you know that you taste different once you've come?
" He says this casually, as if he hadn't just exploded my entire world to pieces, licking the tip of his forefinger.
"You're sweet at first, delicious. When you come, everything is magnified, I can taste the heat from you. "
Dazed and sex drunk, I feel the words more than understand them. His voice is deep, deeper even than usual, and it echoes in his chest, pressed against me. He gives me a smile, a quick one as he swoops closer, his eyes almost wolfish.
"I know that you're on the pill," he says.
"Of course you do." I let out a maniacal little laugh because everything inside me is still on fire.
"I've never been inside anyone without a condom," he continues, slipping his finger inside my mouth and I taste myself.
"You're thirty-two," I mumble around his finger. "You've never?"
"Never. I want to fuck you raw. You would be my first, just like I am yours. I want to feel every squeeze from your pussy." I try to regain the power of speech but find myself nodding furiously and he chuckles. "You're going to have to speak the words, darling. I need to hear you say them."
That more than anything opens the floodgates. I slide my fingers back into his hair and moan, "Yes please I want that. But we might need some lube."
He actually laughs, a real laugh and it transforms his gorgeous face, and he drops another kiss on my lips. "I can confidently promise you, darling, we won't. You are dripping."
Going back on his heels, he peels off his boxer briefs, and I choke on my own breath when I see his dick.
"What are these?" I run one hesitant finger along the top of his cock. There are four round, distinct bumps - not a piercing - something inserted under the skin.
"They're pearls," he says, moving over me again. His cock is resting between us, throbbing, a heated reminder.
"Pearls? You have pearls under the skin of your dick?"
"Let me show you," he says, rubbing his cock between my slick lips before his hips arch and I can feel the thick head notch inside me. Fuck, it's a squeeze. He pushes in a little deeper, and I feel the first pearl bump against my tender insides, and my nails dig into his shoulders.
"Oh my god!" I gasp. He's watching my face, I'm not sure what he's looking for.
Panic, maybe? Then he pushes further and I feel the second one bump on its way in and then the third, burning, pushing against my walls.
Everything else disappears. There's nothing but his cock and those pearls inside me and then I feel the fourth and I shudder.
He's only halfway in? A mini orgasm flutters through me, making my legs shake.
"Such a good girl," he whispers. The words make my legs fall open, and he pushes the rest of the way in and I'm panting, short little breaths because it doesn't feel like my lungs have enough room to expand.
He's everything, throbbing inside me. Hotter than I expected and those pearls are rubbing hard against my slick walls. "I wasn't prepared for this," I blurt. I can feel his chest shaking in silent laughter.
"Is it bad?" he asks, kissing my jaw.
"No," I groan as he moves inside me, back and forth. Short, careful thrusts. I feel slicker somehow and that's probably blood too, but it doesn't matter, even if I wasn't a virgin his giant dick would make anyone bleed a bit.
Now that is dark and kinky and something I wouldn't expect to turn me on as much as it is. My thighs grip his hips as he slides in and pulls out again, slower, before his hips snap and he's inside me, deep, pressing hard against the top of my channel.
"Mary, Mother of God and all the Angels and Saints!"
"None of them are here, my darling Iris," he says. "Just me. Can you take more?"
My thighs are burning and my pussy feels split open and I still say, "Yes. Please."
He pulls out in one long, slow stroke and then snaps back into me so hard that my body jolts and I cry out.
Again and again, faster, this massive thing inside me and those pearls - fuck!
- rubbing all over me and his breathing is getting heavier.
His face is gorgeous and unguarded, his perfect mouth open, his eyes closed in bliss.
"Still okay?" he rasps.
"Yeah, this is good," I moan, feebly arching my back. "I had no idea that there are so many nerve endings, but you are hitting them all."
"Such a good girl, you're gripping me like a fist," he growls in my ear.
"Hot and silky as fuck, your pussy clings to me when I pull out.
It doesn't want to let me go." My brazen, beautiful Russian kisses me again, biting my lower lip sharply.
"I wanted this for so long. Every time I saw your beautiful long legs, I wanted to be between them and feel my cock fucking you raw. "
He let out a little groan and I'm pleased that I'm making the rigid Andrey Morozov come undone, too. He looks at me with need and rapture and the glimpse of something darker when he shoves back into me, the hardest of all, and I scream, my legs going up and he pauses, panting.
Slapping his shoulder mindlessly, I demand, "No! More! More, don't stop." It's probably too hard. I don't care. I love the burn and the stretch and those fucking pearls. I start shivering, I can't control it. I'm shaking, two tears run down the side of my face and he kisses me again.
"Tell me you're all right, malen'kiy tsvetok."
"Yes. So much," I moan, digging my fingers into his hair and grabbing his sweat-slick shoulder with my other hand, just trying to hold on with his teeth-rattling pace as he surges back inside me, slapping my ass and his thickly muscled thighs are moving, pushing into me faster.
Something's happening, swirling at the base of my spine, surges and sparks crackling like a downed powerline, and then the heat of him inside me spreads to my stomach, my thighs, and my clitoris is so painfully hard that every brush against his pubic bone feels like another jolt.
It's overwhelming, Andrey is pounding into me and all I can do is hold on until he throws his head back and roars.
I scream back, clenching down on him so hard that he stays immobile inside me and I can feel him spurt as I'm coming, both of us coming so fucking hard.
His warmth spreads through me and now I'm crying because nothing could ever be this good.