His fingers don’t stop their assault until my orgasm ends. I lay against him for a few minutes, trying to compose myself. I’ve never experienced anything so powerful.
I’ve never experienced anything like my husband.
Chapter 38
Dominic
Katerina relaxes against me as I hold her tightly. I can feel her breath tickling my shoulder, but I don’t move. As much I need to be inside her, I won’t be the one to break this connection. I finally have her in my arms; I can’t let her go.
She eventually pulls back and looks me in the eyes. The flush on her cheeks distracts me. She’s lethal in her beauty on a normal day, but right now… I understand why there’ve been so many wars fought over women.
“We’re not done, right? I thought teaching me to never question whose wife I am constituted for a little more than a finger bang?” Even though her words are sharp, her tone is breathy and light. She may be taunting me, but it’s because she wants me to fuck her.
“That was your warmup, tiger. Now I’m going to fuck my wife. Maybe I can fuck some sense into you.” I roll us over as I tell her, so I’m back on top. As much as I say I want to be in charge, I love it when she fights me for it.
I shimmy off my pants and underwear, then kneel before her in all my glory. The look of awe and shock on her face at my size has me biting back a grin.
“It’s alright. It’ll fit,” I boast, teasing her.
“It won’t hurt, will it?” She sounds genuinely worried, and it has me pausing.
“Since when have you been afraid of pain?” I throw back at her. I know the best way to get my wife over her fear is to throw it in her face. And like I knew she would, her eyes harden at the challenge, and she reaches down to shimmy off her panties.
I grab them and pull them the rest of the way down her toned, muscular legs. Her strong body has me hard as a rock. I have to squeeze the base of my cock to ground myself. I’m already leaking precum, I can’t lose my control like a teenager.
I line myself up at her entrance then freeze. I know she’s mywife, but I don’t want kids right now. I honestly don’t know if I ever will.
“Katerina, are you on the pill?” I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose because I know she’s not. She doesn’t take any medications. And I didn’t expect that I’d be enjoying my wife tonight, so I didn’t pack any condoms.
“I have the implant. There’s no risk of pregnancy,” she assures me, and an odd look crosses her face.
She shakes it off then leans down and grabs my cock. She squeezes it, then strokes up and down my length. I twitch in her grasp. Inhaling sharply, I pry her sinful fingers off me. I line myself up, and ease my head in.
I’m surrounded by the feeling of her. Nothing has ever felt so good. I try to slowly inch myself in, but I can’t hold back. I thrust the rest of the way, until I’m seated inside her.
But my euphoria comes crashing down at her cry. My eyes fly open, and I see something horrific. My wife’s eyes well with tears. She’s about to cry. Fuck! A single tear runs down her cheek, and I quickly swipe it away.
“Katerina, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” I’m freaking out. I’m tempted to pull out in case I’m still hurting her, but I’m too scared to move. What if I hurt her even more? This is a fucking nightmare. And the worst part is it still feels good for me. How can something that hurts her so much feel this fucking euphoric for me? It’s so wrong.
“No, no, it’s fine. I’m fine. I just didn’t expect it to hurt so much. But you got excited.” She chuckles as she pushes the words out.
“Do you want me to stop?” I don’t even care about my own pleasure right now. I refuse to move a muscle, not until she tells me what she wants.
“Fuck me, Dominic. I need my husband,” she orders me. She wraps her legs around my waist, and fuck, it feels even better. Then she uses those strong legs to pull me in further. I didn’t realize I’d slipped out some.
The move feels so good, but I’m still hesitant. When she glares at me, I know I have my Katerina back.
“Either you fuck me, or I’ll go find someone else who will,” she growls, then pinches my ear.
My vision reddens. It takes everything in me to stop myself from brutally taking her. I know she’s goading me to get what she wants, but how dare she bring up another man while I’m inside her.
“Don’t ever talk about another man.” I pull back and freeze with only my head inside her. “Especially not when I’m inside you.” I thrust back in hard, driving her into the bed. She moans, and I know she’s not listening. “You are my wife.” I pull back out, then quickly thrust in again. “Noone touches you.”
I start thrusting in a quick pace. If I slow down, she uses her legs to pull me in harder. She’s a needy, impatient woman.
“Who’s your husband?” I growl out, needing her affirmation.
Her eyes twinkle, and for a sick second, I think she’s going to deny it.
