10. Alexei #3
Then I dive in. Flattening my tongue, I drag it roughly up her slit all the way to her clit in one long, slow stroke.
She cries out, her knees buckling, but my grip on her hips holds her up.
I savor her sweetness. I do it again, slower this time, pressing the flat of my tongue harder against her entrance to collect every drop of her sweetness before sliding up to flick the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“My God!” she gasps, her voice echoing off the tiled walls.
I wrap my lips around her clit, sucking it gently into my mouth, and graze it with my teeth.
Her hips buck violently, grinding her pussy against my face.
I growl low in my throat, the vibration traveling straight into her core.
I release her clit and plunge my tongue inside her tight hole, fucking her with it as deep as I can go.
“Don't stop,” she murmurs, her fingers burying themselves in my wet hair, pulling me impossibly closer.
Alternating between thrusting my tongue deep inside her and flicking rapid, light circles around her clit I devour her like a starving man.
The water from the shower is pouring down my back, drowning out the wet, sloppy sounds of my mouth on her pussy, but I can feel every tremor that runs through her body.
Her thighs are shaking against my ears, her muscles clenching around my tongue.
I grip her ass cheeks, spreading her wider, and redouble my efforts.
I focus on her clit now, sucking it hard and fast, establishing a rhythm that matches the pounding of the water against my back.
I slide one hand around and slip two fingers into her pussy, tilting them upward to find the spot that makes her eyes roll back while I continue to torture her clit with my tongue.
The dual sensation is too much. Her back arches, her head thrown back against the wet tiles. “Yes, Alexei…don’t stop.”
“Mine,” I growl against her pussy, not letting up for a second. “Come for me, kotyónok.”
I suck her clit hard and pump my fingers faster, rubbing that rough spot inside her.
Her entire body goes rigid, her thighs clamping tight around my head.
She cries out, a raw, guttural sound that bounces off the walls, and then she's coming undone against my mouth.
Her pussy spasms around my fingers, pulsing rhythmically, and a gush of juices coats my hand and chin.
I keep licking and sucking, drawing out every wave of her orgasm, until her legs finally give out.
Standing up, I catch her as she slides down, holding her trembling body against mine, the water washing over us both. I capture her mouth in a deep, searing kiss. My tongue sweeps inside, tasting her, claiming her.
Maggie opens her eyes, and there’s a dark, hungry look in them.
She grabs the soap and lathers up her own hands, the foam white and thick between her fingers.
She reaches for me, her hands finding my chest first. She runs them over my pecs, tracing the definition of the muscles, sliding them down to my abs, her nails scraping lightly against the skin, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my cock.
She takes her time, exploring the ridges of my stomach, feeling the tension in my muscles as I flex under her touch.
Then her hand drops lower, wrapping around my cock.
My breath catches in my throat. Her grip is firm, slick, and tight.
She begins stroking me, her hand gliding effortlessly up and down the shaft.
She twists her wrist on the upstroke, her thumb smearing soap over the head.
I groan, my head falling back, letting the water spray directly into my face.
It feels fucking incredible. She squeezes the shaft, pumping me with a steady motion, her other hand coming up to cup my balls, rolling them in her palm, soaping them up, and massaging the heavy sack.
I look down to see her hand working my shaft, the white foam coating my length, making it look even thicker and harder.
She knows exactly what she’s doing, varying the pressure and making my knees weak.
“Feels so fucking good, krasivaya,” I grunt, my voice rough.
She looks up at me, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She steps closer, pressing her body against mine, trapping my cock between our stomachs. The sensation of her wet, soapy skin sliding against it is overwhelming.
She leans in, and I claim her mouth in a slow, thorough kiss.
I bite her lower lip, sucking it into my mouth, before trailing my lips down her jawline, nipping at the sensitive skin just below her ear.
I kiss the hollow of her throat, feeling her pulse racing against my lips.
I move lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her collarbone, before spinning her around to face the wall.
I place her hands flat against the slick tiles. “Don't move,” I tell her.
Stepping closer to her, I line the head of my cock with her entrance, teasing her with the tip.
“You want this?” I growl, pressing the tip in a little further between her folds.
“Yes,” she gasps, pushing back against me. “I want all of it.”
Holding her hip with one hand, I guide my cock into her with the other.
The sensation is enough to rob me of coherent thought.
She’s tight and wet, her heat enveloping me.
I sink in deeper, burying myself to the hilt.
I pause for a moment, letting her adjust to the stretch, feeling the pulse of her walls around me.
Then, I start to move. I pull out until just the head remains inside before thrusting forward hard, slapping my hips against her ass.
The water cascades down my back, lubricating the friction between us.
I set a pace that isn't about rushing to the finish, but about drawing out every second of pleasure.
I reach around her body, my fingers finding the sensitive nub of her clit. I rub it in tight circles, matching the pace of my strokes. Her breathing turns ragged, little whimpers escaping her throat. I can feel her internal muscles beginning to flutter.
“Not yet,” I growl into her ear, biting the lobe.
Pulling out slowly, I turn her around to face me.
Her eyes are glazed and her cheeks flushed.
I lift her up, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist. I press her back against the shower wall, the water spraying over my shoulder.
I guide my cock back into her entrance, sliding in inch by inch.
I watch her face as I thrust into her, seeing the mix of pleasure and exhaustion. I kiss her again, swallowing her moans. I need to fill her up, mark her from the inside out.
Adjusting my angle, I grind my pelvis against her clit with every stroke. The friction builds again, a slow burn that ignites rapidly. She digs her nails into my shoulders, her head falling back. I look down at where we’re joined, watching my thick cock disappear into her perfect pussy.
“Alexei,” she moans.
“Take it,” I order against her mouth, driving into her harder, faster. “Take every inch.”
She's perfect, and completely mine. Her fingers lock around my neck as I fuck her faster, cupping her ass in my hands. Her inner walls grip me like a vise, and the world narrows to just us and the beating of our hearts.
I rock into her, pulling my entire length out and then pushing it back in.
I want her to feel all of me. She digs her nails into my back, her taut nipples sliding against my chest. I fuck her with increasing urgency until she throws her head back, crying out from pleasure.
Her pussy ripples around my throbbing cock, and with one final push, I explode inside of her, her pussy milking every drop of my cum.
When the spasms subside, I lower her carefully to the floor.
I turn off the water and step out of the shower.
Steam drifts around us as I help her out.
Water glistens across her flushed skin, droplets clinging to the curve of her breasts and the soft swell of her stomach.
I grab an oversized plush towel from the rack and snap it open, stepping behind her.
I drape the towel over her shoulders and press it against her neck, absorbing the water there before moving down her arms. I lift one arm, then the other, running the cloth along the soft skin of her inner elbows and her wrists.
Moving to her front, I kneel so my face is level with her belly.
I pat the water from her stomach, taking a moment to press my lips against the damp skin there, feeling the warmth of her against my mouth.
I work my way down her thighs, behind her knees, and down to her ankles, lifting each foot to dry them thoroughly.
When I stand, I towel off her back, the fabric dragging gently over her spine, and then finish with her hair, squeezing the excess water from the ends until it hangs in damp, dark waves around her face.
I take a second towel and run it roughly over my own chest and arms, shaking the water from my hair. I’m still damp, but I hardly notice. My focus remains fixed on Maggie.
By the time we make it back to bed, she’s struggling to keep her eyes open.
“Tired?” I ask.
She yawns and leans into me. “I think I'm exhausted all the way down to my bones.”
I pull back the blankets and wait while she climbs beneath them. She tucks herself against my side and rests her head over my heart, where she belongs.
I wrap an arm around her and press a kiss to the top of her head. “Goodnight, kotyónok.”
“Goodnight,” she murmurs sleepily. She tilts her head back just enough to look at me. “Alexei?”
“Yes?”
“I can't picture doin' this with anybody else.”
Emotion swells in my chest.
Within minutes, her breathing evens out.
I lie awake a little longer, holding the woman I love while my daughter sleeps safely down the hall and our unborn child rests beneath my hand.
For the first time in years, the future doesn’t terrify me. It feels like hope.