Leaving the door open enough so they can leave if they need to, Volodya grabs my hand and leads me back downstairs. He walks through the kitchen and living room, taking me all the way down the hall and into the media room. Keeping the TV off, he dims the lights and sits down on the large couch, spreading his arms against the back, his thighs stay parted while he gives me a hungry look.
“Show me what’s mine,kiska.”
I stand in front of him in silence and then let out a laugh because he’s got to be joking.
“I’m not kidding, sweetheart. Start stripping.” He raises a dark brow. “Now.”
I look down at the jeans and T-shirt I’m wearing, both several sizes bigger than what I wore before I got pregnant. I bite my lip and take a deep breath before pulling the shirt over my head because if I’m going to do this, then I might as well start with the one perk, which is bigger tits. Maybe he’ll be so distracted by those that he won’t notice the bigger thighs and thicker waist.
His eyes run over my chest and then over the rest of my body. “More.”
When I start to unbutton my pants, he does the same, never taking his eyes off me. My breath catches when he frees his cock, showing me how hard he already is. Seeing his long, thick length jutting out from his pants is borderline obscene. The man is huge, and the sight of him never fails to spark my body to life. I slide my pants off, and then figure what the hell, and take my panties off next before unclasping my bra and going all in.
I shift my weight from foot to foot, wishing I was a much sexier person who could just ease right into a nice stripper dance. He watches me fidget while a sexy smile lifts the corner of his mouth. Fisting his cock, he strokes himself and groans.
“You see what you do to me,kiska? You drive me fucking crazy. You have since the first second I saw you. All you have to do is turn those pretty grey eyes on me, and I’m a goner.”
He works himself harder, and I can’t take my eyes off the way he’s fisting himself. A flush starts to work its way up my chest, and I start squirming for a whole new reason.
“You doing okay, sweetheart?” he asks. “You look a little flushed. Tell me, baby, is my pussy wet?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Show me.”
I bring a hand between my legs and drag my finger along my soaking wet slit, holding it up for him to see.
“Closer, sweetheart.”
Standing between his legs, I bring my finger to his mouth, moaning when he sucks my finger between his lips, licking my arousal off with a groan. He brings his hands to my hips, lifting me onto his lap and hovering me right above his thick head.
“Never doubt how much you turn me on,kiska. I love you, and I love your body, every perfect fucking inch of it. Every time I see you, all I can think about is how badly I need to be inside you.”
I grip his shoulders, desperate for him to lower me down and fill me up. “Please,” I beg.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, lowering me down just enough for me to feel the firm pressure against my slit.
“Yes, please yes.”
“Tell me you’re beautiful.”
“What?” I look at him like he’s crazy. “What do you mean?”
“Tell me you’re beautiful, sweetheart.”
He raises me up, taking away the delicious feel of him pressing against my slit.
“I’m beautiful,” I finally whisper, feeling like an idiot.
“Good girl,” he praises, lowering me a little bit more. “Tell me you’re sexy.”
“Volodya,” I whimper, feeling my face heat up even more.
He lowers me down a bit more and then raises me, fucking me with just his head until I’m gasping and trying like hell to rock my hips. Even with my extra weight, he doesn’t act the slightest bit put out by the arm work he’s got to be getting right now. He groans when I clench around him, begging him with my body for more.
“I’m sexy,” I finally pant, throwing my head back when he rewards me with another inch.
“Goddamn right you are,kiska. The sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Now say it again.”
