Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Kirill
Ilet out a growling moan as I feel Annika’s third orgasm bathe over my cock. Her attempt at grabbing the power over me amused me greatly, but I wasn’t able to allow her to take it. Punishment was in order and I was bathed in satisfaction when she self-corrected so perfectly.
Her begging nearly sent me over the edge, and I’ve been grappling with the urge to come ever since. As she releases on me again, though, I lose that battle, and my orgasm comes barreling though like a bullet released from its chamber.
Muscles ticking with exhaustion, my skin slick with sweat, I lower myself down over Annika, lavishing kisses over her neck, collarbone and breasts.
“Well done, devochka,” I praise, licking delicious sweat off her skin, “Well done.”
In response Annika only whimpers. Her tight grasp on my shoulder blades eases into soft touches, and as I slide some of her loose tendrils away from her eyes, I see the perfect mixture of exhaustion and pleasure.
I glance over at the black clock on the white marble nightstand.
Two in the morning. Much later than I expected.
I chuckle, thinking I’ll need to be more careful with my wife in the future.
I have no doubt I’ll likely be missing a morning meeting or two if our lovemaking is going to continue like this.
I slowly ease my spent cock out of her, and satisfaction roils through my blood as she lets out a muttered protest when I move to lay by her side.
“You like me inside you, devochka?” I ask, feathering kisses along her lips and cheeks.
“Mmmm,” Annika hums, a dreamy smile forming on her lips.
Her lashes flutter up, revealing those deep blue pools, and I feel my heart do a somersault as she reaches up to stroke my hair from my eyes.
“Very much,” she agrees.
Then to my surprise, her grip strengthens and she give my hair a playful tug. I can’t help the chuckle that leaves my lips as she adds, “Even if you frustrate me.”
“You’ll be far less frustrated in the future if you learn to just obey me at all times,” I reply with a smirk.
I untangle her fist from my hair, and as I sit up, I pull her with me.
Annika lets out a moan of protest as I do so, and I chuckle once more as she lets me pull her spent body into my arms. I don’t think I’ve ever smiled or laughed as much in my entire life as I have in the few hours I’ve spent in her presence.
“What are you doing?” she asks, laying her head on my chest.
Her voice is full of exhaustion and though I know she needs her rest, I can’t let her go to bed filthy from my use.
“Getting you cleaned up,” I answer, then drop a kiss on the top of her head before carrying to the bathroom.
“No shower,” she groans, shaking her head, “Too sleepy.”
“Yes, shower,” I reply sternly. “But don’t worry, I’ll clean you up. You just have to lean against me and let me.”
“That won’t be a problem,” she mutters.
She leans her head against my shoulder with a soft sigh, and my heart flutters. God, this woman has an effect on me. And she’s mine. My wife.
I sit her gently atop the white marble countertop that holds the his and her sinks, then turn to the walk in shower. The deep, white soaking tub calls to me, but that will have to wait until later. Though already I’m having visions of her riding my cock in the warm water.
I wait until the shower is warm enough before I pick her up again and carry her in as the steam starts to rise. Annika lets out a soft sigh as I step into the spray, and for a moment I just stand there, letting the hot water wash away our sweat and scent of lovemaking as I admire her.
“I thought you liked it rough,” Annika murmurs into his chest.
I can’t help my smile.
“I do,” I reply, “But I like this part too.”
Annika lifts her head up, her eyes full of blissful drowsiness. I slowly lower her legs until her feet touch the shower floor, and when I’m sure she can stand, I reach for the loofah and the soap.
“I have questions,” she says, leaning her back into my chest as I begin to stroke the soap-lathered loofah over her neck.
“About?” I mutter.
My eyes are more focused on the way the bubbles are clinging to her nipples and curves, but my ears prick at her voice.
“You said at the hospital you don’t do one night stands,” she continues.
“Mhm,” I murmur in agreement, moving to her thighs.
“And my sister did some digging. She said you don’t really date either,” she ventures further.
“It’s true,” I agree, nudging her thighs so she’ll part them.
She does immediately, much to my satisfaction.
“Then how do you- oh!” Her words turn into a gasp as I gently glide the loofah against her well-used sex.
With a smirk, I repeat the motion, and full out grin when she lets out a breathy sigh and trembles.
“You were saying?” I tease.
“I…um…I was wondering if you don’t do one night stands, and you don’t date,” she fought to get the words out, “How you became so skilled at…at…”
“This?” I ask, cupping her sex.
Annika lets out another whimper and nods.
I turn her around and begin washing her back.
“Another topic for another time,” I tell her as I finish washing her.
I then do a quick scrub of myself and within minutes, I have us both toweled off and I’m carrying her back to bed.
“I’m serious,” Annika huskily says as he lay her down on the sheets, “If we’re going to be married, I should know more about you. Maybe not this exact topic…but something.”
Still naked, I slide into the bed behind her, and pull the covers up over us.
“Later,” I reply.
I relish the way Annika wiggles her naked figure closer to me as she lets out a sleepy yawn.
“I want to know,” she pouts, already sounding half asleep.
Unable to help myself, I kiss her temple, then neck. It isn’t like me to be this soft with a lover, but with Annika, I can’t seem to help it.
“Sleep now,” I command, though my tone is gentle as I wrap my arm tight under her ribcage. “We will have plenty of time to talk later.”
Within seconds I hear Annika’s breaths fall into a sleepy rhythm, and I know that she’s gone.
Even though I’m exhausted too, my mind is too busy.
It’s obvious I’m already in love with fucking her but…
letting her know me? Letting myself trust her with the details of my life?
I don’t fall asleep until much later, and when I do, I still have no answers.
The thing I do know, though, without a doubt, is that I’m already addicted to having her in my arms.