My cock throbbed and tented the blankets over me. Amy’s eyes darted downward like she was surprised.
“Will you eat with me?” I asked, and I didn’t know why.
“You want me to have breakfast with you? Do you want me to meet you downstairs or—” her words were cut off as I pulled her onto my lap and closed my arms around her possessively. “I want you to have breakfast with me here, in our bed.” With her back to my chest and my shirt falling from her shoulders, it was easy to nibble my way across her skin.
She leaned against me, all the tension flowing from her body. “I would like that,” she admitted. "I was surprised when I woke up and you were still here.”
Honestly, so was I. I hadn’t planned to sleep with her in my arms, but I couldn’t deny it was the best night’s sleep I had in years.
“You are my wife.”
“You always sound so possessive when you say things like that, Alexei.” Her head fell back onto my shoulder.
“I am possessive.” Both hands roamed up her legs, parting her knees to slide inside her thighs. “Are you sore?” I needed to make sure she wasn’t before this went any further.
“Only a little,” she admitted, and it might have been my imagination, but she sounded breathless.
“Then I’ll be gentle,” I said, nipping at her shoulder. I parted her legs even more. My fingers brushed over her core ever so gently, feather-light touches that made her tremble against me.
I circled her clit, barely touching the swollen little bud, before she was squirming against me.
Jesus, I loved the little whimpers that fell from her lips because she was trying to hold them in. “Just let go.” I hugged her, my cock a throbbing, painful rod against her back. I needed to be inside her, and soon, but not before I brought her to heaven again.
“Alexei.” Breathlessly, Amy tried to close her legs over my hand. I pushed her knees further apart. Holding her tight against me. I slid a finger inside her and crooked it. Rubbing against her inner walls with one hand and her clit with the other.
“Oh, God.” Her ass moved off the bed, riding against my hand with tiny jerky movements.
“Not, God,” I put down her shoulder and doubled the pressure onher pussy, my fingers working overtime as I pushed her closer and closer to the edge. “Just me, just Alexei. God would never be able to make you feel as good as I am about to.”
She came hard, her legs clamping around my hand as she rode the waves of pleasure. When she finally fell back against my chest, her curls were damp with sweat.
“I love knowing I am the only man who has ever made you cum, Amy,” I said gruffly against her shoulder. “I love the way your pussy flutters and the sweet sounds you make. But most of all,” without warning, I turned her. Sliding down the bed, so she was straddling me. My heavy cock rubbed deliciously between her lips.
“I love watching your face as you find heaven knowing I sent you there.”
She looked down the length of my body, a look of understanding in her eyes. She might not have much experience, but she knew what I wanted because she was craving it as well. Reaching between our bodies, she shifted her weight and pressed the leaking head of my cock against her opening, slowly lowering herself.
I watched my cock disappear into her body, and it took everything I was made of to not nut inside her straight away. What a fucking sight.
“Slowly,” I ordered, my hands reaching for my shirt so I could undo the buttons and feast my eyes on her body. “Let your body get used to me. There’s no rush.”
“You don’t have to leave?”
“There’s no rush,” I said again. I filled my hands with her full breasts, holding them in my hand as she finally sat flush on me. I eyed her face and again had to grit my teeth. Jesus, she looked completely lost in the feel of me inside her. Like she had never felt anything like it before. Which she hadn’t, I reminded myself, because I had been her first.
She rolled her hips, and my control snapped. Grabbing her hips, I moved her over me as hard and as fast as she could take it. And she could take it, not just that, but she enjoyed it.
Flipping her without coming out of her body for a second, I liftedher legs up and over my shoulders so I could bury myself in her even deeper.
“Fuck.” I groaned, the sound lost in the screams of pleasure that were coming out of her mouth loud enough to wake the whole house. I didn’t care who heard us. All that mattered was giving this woman the pleasure she deserved.
She came again, quickly, gushing her release over me and clamping around my cock in a way that forced me over the edge. I lost control completely. Slamming into her so that I could empty myself into her with a groan that sounded just like her name.
“I think every day should start like this,” she whispered when she had caught her breath. Her hands reached up to tangle in my hair, and for a second, I leaned into her hand before rolling from her.
I couldn’t help it. I laughed. “I can’t agree more. Every day should start like this, and every night should end with the sound of you screaming my name as you cum. I think that might be the key to a happy marriage.”
Out of the corner of my eyes, I watched as she rolled onto her side. “I never thought it could be like this.”
