Chapter 13 #2
Kirill’s pupils dilate at my commanding tone, and he smirks as he grips my upper arms and pulls me closer until our noses almost touch.
“We’ll see about that, devochka,” he rasps, and before I can negate him, his lips possessively come down on mine.
We'll fight about my freedoms later, I decide as I kiss him back with equal passion and drag his jacket off of him. For now, though, I want him inside of me. I want to see if my memories of him are accurate, or if I’ve built up our last fling as a mere symbol of all I was going to miss as a single woman.
Kirill lets me drag off his jacket, but as soon as it’s gone he slaps his palms against my ass cheeks and grips tightly, lifting my feet off the ground.
I immediately wrap my legs around his waist as we kiss, and let out a satisfied sigh when I feel that hard cock of his press against my sex once again.
“You’re so wet for me already,” Kirill rasps between kisses, “I can feel you soaking me through my trousers.”
I can’t deny it. I’ve been absolutely dripping since he’d first kissed me downstairs.
In response I gyrate my hips, and I’m rewarded with a heady groan from Kirill.
He walks me the few feet to the bed then lets me go, my round ass bouncing against the soft mattress and silk coverings.
My hands are at the waistline of his trousers before I’m even settled, working at the top button to set him free.
He was unwilling to let me undress him the first time, but tonight, glee shoots through me as he allows me to unbutton and unzip his black trousers. I want to taste him, to feel his hard length slide to the back of my throat and have him as needy for me as I am for him.
Yet as I finally spring his impressive cock free, Kirill shoves my shoulders, sending me back onto the bed as he drops to his knees. His hands grip my inner thighs and splay them wide, and without another word, he tears off my thong and fuses his mouth to my sex.
I let out a high-pitched oh! as his tongue and lips begin to devour me as if he’s been dreaming of me too. My back arches, my hands dig into the silk duvet, and the control I’ve been fighting for slips through my grasp as he reminds me of just how skilled his tongue is.
In seconds I’m coming, my juices gushing forth as Kirill lets out a possessive growl and suckles hard at my center. I barely have a moment to recover before he’s rising to his knees and gripping mine.
“Take your clothes off,” I gasp, trying to sit up so I can open his shirt.
Kirill only grins devilishly as he tugs roughly at the back of my knees, causing me to fall back again.
“I don’t think so, devochka,” he taunts, lining the tip of his cock up with my slick entrance. “Only good girls get to make demands.”
Before I can retort, Kirill’s hips surge forward. White and blue fireworks exploded behind my eyes as I feel him fill me from entrance to cervix and beyond, and I feel my entire body scream in ecstasy.
“Open your eyes,” he commands, his tone strained as he thrusts fervently. “Look at me.”
Unable to do anything but obey, I force my fluttering lashes to part, and I blush deeply as I take him in.
There is something so intense about me being completely naked while he’s still fully clothed in that sinfully handsome suit; and I feel all the power I had taken with my earlier demands fuse back into him.
I reach forward, trying to touch him as he pounds into me, but Kirill catches my wrists and pins them back to the bed.
“Not a chance, devochka,” he huskily replies, driving himself somehow even deeper into me. “You want to touch? You want to see? Then you have to be a good girl.”
All that stubbornness I felt only a few moments vanishes as if it was never there to begin with, and I find myself saying words I never thought I’d say while having sex.
The moment he hears them, Kirill stills, and his tight grip on my wrists softens.
“What was that?” he asks, looking deep into my eyes.
I lick my bottom lip, blushing.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper again. “I’ll be good.”
Kirill groans at my words, and kisses me, his tongue taking long, lazy swipes into my mouth and teasing me.
“Say it again,” he commands against my lips. “Louder.”
“I’m sorry,” I answer obediently, feeling a shiver move through my entire body making my pussy pulse around his cock.
“There’s my good girl,” he whispers as places a seductive kiss against my lips. “That’s my good wife.”
His praise feels as wonderful as his cock inside of me, and I instantly want more.
“Let me touch you, Kirill,” I plead as I slowly gyrate my hips. “Please?”
Kirill lets out another deep groan as he feels my inner muscles squeeze around him, and he lets go of my wrists. He slips one hand between my lower back and the bed, and tilts my hips up as he drives into me again; slower this time, but just as intense.
My lashes flutter as I feel his deepened thrust, and with my hands finally free, I work my fumbling fingers over the buttons of his shirt until I finally have it open.
Kirill lets out a hiss of pleasure as my hands finally roam over the hot, muscled expanse of his chest, and he pauses just long enough to help me rip the thing entirely off.
His shoes and pants come next and when he’s finally as naked as I am, I dig my nails into his muscled, sweat-slicked back and urge him for more.
Kirill responds eagerly, smoothing one hand over my inner thigh and down to my knee, spreading my legs farther apart as he drives mercilessly into my hot, soaking center.