33. Shower 2 - Maxim 1 #2
I can feel the proof on my chin. Just like I felt it on my fingers.
“Yes.”
One hand slides behind her ass and between her thighs. She squirms when my fingertip runs through her pussy lips.
“I was teasing earlier, zaya.”
“Huh?”
“You weren’t dry.”
“O-Oh.”
Could I have fucked this up any more than I inadvertently have?
Vowing that I’ll let Misha grab me in a triangle choke as punishment, I rumble, “Don’t you want to ride my face, wife?”
Her moan sounds harried as I gently probe her. “I-I think so.”
“What is there to think about?” I reach up to lap at her clit. “You want it. Or you don’t.”
She hesitates. For too long.
“I’m scared I’m going to suffocate you,” she whispers on a rush.
Because she’s serious, I merely tut. “I have a strong survival instinct, tsaritsa. I’ll tell you if I’m suffocating.”
“You will?”
My lips twitch. “I will.”
“What if it’s too late? And what if you pass out before you can tell me?”
“I think you’d notice if I passed out underneath you.” I tip my head to the side. “Do you want to go back to sleep?”
“No!” That inspires her to sit on my chest.
I’m not going to complain about the view…
“Then?”
“You’re going to put your dick in me.”
“God, yes.”
“What if it hurts?”
“Then I didn’t do my job properly, and trust me, kotik, I know how to make people hurt. That’s the last thing you’ll ever experience in this marriage with me.”
She presses her hand to my hair and strokes a lock away that landed on my forehead. “I want to be yours.”
“You are mine.”
“D-Do you think I could lie on the bed?”
“Of course, zaya. I thought you’d get a kick out of sitting on my face.”
“I mean, I did, until I started thinking about asphyxiation and then my mind wandered onto Michael Hutchence and I dunno. I went on a spiral.”
“That’s some spiral.”
“I don’t want you to die.”
“I don’t intend on dying. Not when I’ve finally got my queen.”
Her fingers tighten in my hair. “I think you’re right.”
“About?”
“Me being a control freak.”
Nobody can call me a fool—I just hum.
“Which is going to be a real pain in my ass because you’re a control freak too. I bet you’re all dommy in bed normally and that sounds hot!”
I settle my hands on her thighs and smooth my thumb over her soft skin. “What sounds hot?”
“You bossing me around. Though, don’t get ideas. I’ll likely ignore you outside of the bedroom.”
“I expect no less,” I say dryly.
She harrumphs.
“Tell me what you think about.”
That has her squirming. The kiss of her cunt lips to my chest has me withholding a groan even as I maneuver her closer to my face.
“If I tell you, you can’t tell anyone.”
“Why would I? You’re mine. No one will hear anything about you.”
“Boys talk.”
“Ah, well, I’m not a boy.”
Her throat bobs. “I liked it when you moved me around.”
“Okay. So what didn’t you like?”
“That I might kill you.”
“You won’t kill me.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I can guess.”
“I don’t want to think.”
“We can work on that.”
“I don’t want to wonder how you want me to be.”
I read between her lines. “All right.”
“I just want you to…” She hitches a shoulder. “I’m explaining it badly.”
“No, you’re not. Do you touch yourself when you think of us together? In this way you describe?”
She nods and from the meager light spilling from the bathroom, I can see she’s blushing.
“So, you want me to be in control but you’re also a control freak.” I think about our encounters which exclusively involved her initiating… “What do you wish to be in control of?”
“I don’t know.”
“Victoria, don’t lie. You must know.”
“I like seeing you come.”
“Good. I do it a lot around you.”
That earns me a giggle, but her agitation kicks up a notch and I can tell, whatever she said earlier, we’re getting to the roots now.
The very fact she’s relaxed while her pussy is inches away from my face is also a good sign.
“I had to be in control before to stop… people getting ideas.”
My eyes narrow. “Did anyone hurt you?”
“No. But they wouldn’t, would they? If I made sure of it.”
“So you made sure someone was happy and they’d leave you alone?”
“Yes.”
My initial instinct is to kill whoever she touched.
Instead, I withhold the urge. It’ll get me nowhere.
“Are you a pillow princess, Victoria?”
She squirms again. “What?”
“Are you? Do you want to lie back on your pillows, all pretty for me, while I lavish you with attention and force you to come over, and over, and over again?”
Her hips wiggle. “I’m into you so no.”
“Are you a bottom?”
“I don’t want to just receive either. I want to see you come too!”
“In you?”
“Yes.” She swallows. “I think about that a lot.”
“About what?”
“You coming inside me and then holding it in.”
“With?”
“Your dick.” She wiggles again. “Sometimes, if I’m in a lecture, I think about something keeping it in.”
I let my finger stray to her clit and start to rub it. “You want to sit in class with my cum keeping you warm all day.”
She moans. “That sounds so hot.”
“And what would you do if I texted you and asked for a picture?”
“I’d send it to you. I’d want you to know you’re inside me still.”
There goes my dick.
I dig my head into the pillow, ignoring the suddenly insistent urge that I bring this fantasy to life.
There will be times I’m in the city and she’s in Poughkeepsie and this will satisfy both our primitive urges…
I don’t falter in the soft caress I give her clit, keeping it light and easy. “You want to know that you’re mine?”
“I do.” She mewls as, rocking forward, I tug her butt so I can lap at her clit. “I always want to know. I’ve waited for you for so long, Maxim.”
I groan at her words, taking note of how she doesn’t ride my face, just accepts my caresses.
I’d never have said she was a bottom, but I guess this part of her has been passive for so long that maybe it’s become intrinsic to this side of her personality?
Or maybe right now, this is what she needs to get through her first time?
Humming around her clit, I tip us over. More gently this time.
If my princess wants me to lavish her with attention, then she’ll get attention… more of it than she knows how to handle.
When she lies on her back, her eyes are wide as I maneuver between her thighs again.
I settle them wider, watching as she lets me do it, and as I run my tongue through her folds, this time tension ripples through her, tautening her muscles before they instantly release and her eyes turn glassy.
Unlike earlier, I don’t feel as if she’s uncomfortable.
She moans when I suck on her clit. But when I stop, she mutters, “No. Go back!”
I hide a smirk then watch her jerk as I tap her pussy with the flat of my hand. She shudders as I smooth my fingers over the little nub and quickly flick them.
Her ass rocks upward. “M-Maxim?”
“Yes, tsaritsa? Do you want to come?”
“I—” She bites her lip. “I think so.”
“Not good enough.”
When I stop rubbing her clit, she whines. “You keep stopping.”
“I’m learning my princess’s pleasure spots. She never let me before. Or… maybe I didn’t allow myself to,” I admit gruffly.
“Well, stop stopping and you’ll find them faster.”
I tsk as I slip two digits into her slit. She moans, no tension, as I slide them in easily. Talking about her needs made her wet, and she arches into the pillow as I thrust them deeper.
“How’s that feel, kotik?” I don’t let her reply before I hook them backward and locate her G-spot.
Her shriek gives me my answer.
Her eyes find mine as I palpate the area, her heavy, panting breaths the soundtrack as I force her higher up the path to pleasure.
“Are you sure you want all my attention, Victoria?”
She moans.
“That’s not an answer.”
“Yes,” she keens, heels digging into my shoulders. “Please, Maxim. More. Don’t stop.”
“You want me to spoil you, zaya?”
“Please.”
“You want my focus on you at all times, thinking about all the ways I’ll make you come, about how I’ll get you off?”
“Yes!” she cries as I push her further.
“And what about when I want to slide into you?”
“Oh, please. Yes.”
“So it’s not all about you?”
“I want you to come in me,” she whispers. “I want to feel you all night long. I want you inside me so badly, Maxim. Please. Can I have you?”
“That’s a lovely answer, tsaritsa,” I praise. “Good girls get cock. Do you think you can be a good girl for me?”
“How do I do that?” She whimpers.
“You come. When I tell you to.”
Her eyes widen. “Is that possible?”
“Anything’s possible.”
With that, I settle my lips on her clit. I suck on it. Hard. Enough for her body to tremble beneath me. Her toes scramble against my back, rocking and twisting as I give her what she asked for.
My way.
I pause, just when I can feel her cunt clutch at me.
She sobs. “NO! Don’t stop. Maxim! Please.”
“Can you be a good girl for me?” I let my other hand swirl around her slit, collecting her pussy juices and using a lubricated finger to swirl around her asshole.
“I-I can try.”
Grinning, I applaud her efforts by lapping at her clit again.
“Ohh, Maxim.” That she howls my name tells me I’m as deep into this as she is.
In my world, women are for pleasure.
They please their men.
There’s something intoxicating about my queen being different.
About her wanting more, demanding everything from me.
I grace her with a soft suck that has her hips bucking into my face.
“Stay still, tsaritsa. If you do, then I’ll let you come.”
Her fist presses into her forehead.