“Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I say in a breathy rush.
I feel the hard length of him pressing against my ass as he slips a hand under my panties. Cupping my pussy, he groans and kisses me while his fingers slide over my soaked clit. The palm of his other hand rests flat against my stomach, and when he runs a finger lightly along my slit, I moan and feel my knees threaten to buckle. He presses harder, applying just enough pressure to barely part my lips, waiting for me to tell him what I want.
“Vasya,” I whisper, wanting more but also terrified by how badly I want more.
His blue eyes search mine. “Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop,zolotse.”
I nod and keep my eyes locked on his as he slowly slides one finger in. It’s the first time I’ve ever willingly let a man inside me, and the sensation is overwhelming and beautiful and so much more than I expected. He brings his free hand up to cup the back of my head, pulling me closer, kissing me as he slowly fucks me with his finger until my body is shaking with need. With every stroke, he hits my clit, bringing me closer and closer to the breaking point until I have no choice but to come. I couldn’t fight it even if I’d wanted to. The force of the orgasm hits me hard, and if it wasn’t for his hand between my legs and my hair in his fist, I’d have fallen on my ass.
He groans and kisses me harder when my pussy clenches around him even tighter, pulling him deeper inside me. My hips move of their own accord, grinding against his hand in a shameless dance for more. Just when I think it’s too much, that I can’t possibly take another second of this pure bliss, he brings his fingers to my clit and gives me a soft pinch, rolling me gently between his fingers and forcing me into another orgasm. He swallows my screams, groaning when I drag my teeth along his bottom lip, completely drunk on the ecstasy he’s giving me.
“Vasya,” I finally manage to whimper. “Too much.”
He smiles and gives me one last kiss before sliding his fingers out of my pants and lifting me up so I can wrap my arms and legs around him. My whole body is shaking as aftershocks run through me and my clit pulses with the beat of my heart. When I hear him sucking on his finger, I lift my head to watch him. His eyes are closed and he lets out a deep groan as he savors the taste of me, slowly sucking his fingers clean. Watching my gorgeous husband lick my juices from his skin is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
When he opens his eyes and sees me staring, he gives me a wink and leans closer, running his tongue along my top lip before parting my lips and delving inside, filling my mouth with the taste of my own pussy. I never thought I’d be in to something like this, but tasting myself on his tongue flips some sort of switch in my brain. It’s like a possessive side that I never knew I had breaks through the surface, and soon my fingers are in his hair, tugging and pulling him closer as I tighten my arms and legs around him and kiss him hard enough to make my healed lip throb.
I realize that I’ve completely lost control and pull back with a horrified gasp. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”
His hair is wildly tousled thanks to my overeager hands, his lips are swollen a bit, and his pupils are blown. He looks like a man who’s seconds away from burying himself inside me. Just a few days ago, that would’ve terrified me, but now it just makes me want to be brave enough to ask him to take me to bed.
“What exactly are you sorry for? I don’t understand.”
I feel like an idiot when I say, “I think I got into it a bit too much. I was practically mauling you.”
“And you think I didn’t like that?” he asks and then starts laughing. “Zolotse, you have no idea how much I love seeing you enjoy yourself.” He gives my ass a soft squeeze. “How much I love seeing you enjoy me. You could never get into it too much or be too rough with me.”
I run my fingers through his hair, fixing the wayward strands I’d created and then cup his face and press my forehead to his.
“I love that you asked me to make you come, baby, and I love that you enjoyed it so much you lost control. I hope I always make you feel that way.”
We haven’t talked too much about feelings and what the future will look like for us, but more and more little statements like the one he just made keep slipping through, hints that both of us are envisioning a future together, a real one and not just one where we’re together because it was the only way to keep me safe.
“I will, Vasya,” I tell him, knowing it’s true. “You look amazing in a suit, by the way.”
He laughs and gives me one more kiss before setting me down and fixing my jeans, giving my stomach one last stroke of his finger before letting out a sigh.
“Unfortunately, I need to go out for a little bit. There are some things I need to take care of, and I’m not sure how long it will take.” Digging in his pocket, he pulls out a brand-new cell phone and hands it to me. “I got you a new phone. My number’s already in there, and I put Andrei’s and Ilya’s in there too, just in case you ever can’t get ahold of me and need something.”
“Thanks,” I say, taking the phone, smiling at the pink case it’s already in. “Did you buy me a pink case?”
“I did,” he says, and then gives a soft laugh at the huge grin I give him, because the thought of him remembering that I like pink and then taking the time to add a pink case to my new phone is just so damn sweet.
I clutch my phone and ask, “Where are you going tonight?”
“I’ll be around.”
I raise a brow at the evasive answer. “You’re never going to be able to tell me anything, are you?”
“It’s to keep you safe,zolotse. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Katya and Svetlana would love to stay and eat supper with you so you won’t be alone, and Ruslan will be here, of course. If you need me, text me. I’ll answer as soon as I can.”
“Okay,” I say, even though I don’t like it. I know it’s unrealistic to think that Vasily will always be able to be here with me, but I’ve enjoyed the last few days so much, and I hate to see it end. I run my fingers along his jawline and give him another kiss, pulling back before I can get too lost in it. “Be careful, Vasya.”
He smiles and fixes his suit, adjusting his cock so his erection is hidden. I want so badly to touch him, to make him feel better, but I’m not feeling as bold as I was a few minutes ago, so my hands stay by my sides. Hooking a finger under my chin, he tilts my face up and says, “Stop feeling guilty. It’s just a hard-on, and it was worth it to feel you come all over my hand, sweetheart. You taste fucking amazing, by the way. Every second that I’m gone, I’ll be thinking about how beautiful you looked rocking your hips while you whimpered against my mouth.”
I blush at his words, but it’s more from desire than embarrassment. Vasily makes me feel safe in every possible way. I feel like I can be myself around him and expose myself to him in ways that I’ve never dared to do with another person.
