I get out, hair wet, wrapped in a towel and humming to myself, and find him sitting on the bed. Our eyes meet and I don’t move. “I thought you were out working.”
“I came back early.”
“Why?”
But we both know. He stands and walks to me. I freeze, mouth hanging open, heart racing into my throat, and I’m wonderingam I ready am I readybut when he touches my cheek with his hand and bends down to press his lips to mine so gently, I barely feel it at first, I know I am.
His tongue laps into my mouth as I breathe in through my nose. Gently, I release my grip on the towel and let it slip down. He lets out a soft snarl of delight when it falls to the floor. His hands roam my soft, showered body, skin tanned despite what Aunt Yelena said. He lingers on my curves, cupping my ass, teasing my breasts, fingers lacing into my hair.
I stumble back against the bed. He pushes me down and drops to his knees, tugging me to the edge. My legs wrap around his face as he kisses my thighs. “I’ve been so patient,” he murmurs, his tongue rolling down my folds as I grip his hair tightly. “So fucking patient.”
“I bet that was hard for you. Three… whole days…”
“Hard? It was fucking torture.” He teases me open, tonguing my clit, one finger sliding inside.
I whimper as pleasure bursts into my core.
“Don’t be so dramatic,” I say with a moan as he slides his finger in deeper. “It wasn’t… torture…”
“It washell, Nika, sharing a bed with you and pretending like I’m a good man.”
“You did… a terrible job…” Fuck, that feels so good. My back arches as he sucks my clit and slides a second finger inside of me.
“Oh, I did?”
“I felt how hard you were… most nights…”
“A man can only control so much.”
“Ohgodthat feels so good.” He sucks and licks me like he’s losing control and I love it. I grind into him, losing my mind, and I realize I’ve been as tense as him. I’ve wanted this since the second we kissed on the porch during the storm a few days back. I needed time to get past everything, to decide I really can forgive him, and now?—
I tug him back. He growls, low and menacing, like he’s warning me. I sit up and kiss him, tasting my pussy on his tongue and lips. I suck his tongue and bite him before desperately pulling off his shirt and his trousers. He stands in front of me and I unbuckle him, heart pulsing with how bad I want his dick in my mouth.
He’s rock hard when I get him in my hands. A pearl of beading cum shines on his tip. God, I love that. He watches me with pure adoration as I take him in my mouth and taste it. I lick him, rolling my tongue around in circles.
“Fuck, Nika, your mouth feels so good,” he says, low and masculine, and it does something to me. It sends a shiver of pure delight down my spine. That voice is heaven and it promises hell. “I’m a sick man, baby. I want to corrupt my wife. I want to ruin her.”
I pull back with a gasp. “Good. Show me.”
His eyes shine with desire as he pushes me back, turns me around, and pins me down on my belly. I yelp in surprise when he holds one wrist behind my back and lifts the other above my head. His massive, hard cock rubs against my ass, moving downto my pussy as his lips kiss my neck, nibbling from behind. I moan, turning my face sideways. His lips find the edge of mine.
“You don’t want that yet, Nika,” he whispers, his grip on my wrists iron hard. “You want me to go slow. To be gentle. To treat you like a princess.”
“No,” I say, meeting his eyes. “I don’t. I want you to treat me like…”
“Like what?”
I’m mortified. Embarrassment floods me. But I shove it back and moan the word as he bites my shoulder.
“Treat me like yourslut.”
He moans, the sound holding an edge of pure bliss and desperation, out of control with it. “Fuck, Nika, you’re going to kill me.”
“Break me, Gabe. I’m your wife. Treat me like I’m your slut too.”
He pulls back with an animalistic groan and lifts my hips up. He shoves his fingers in my mouth. “Suck, slut,” he orders, and I lick his fingers, getting them soaked. He strokes himself with his wet hand, getting my spit all over his dick, and glazes himself with my wet pussy from behind. “Tell me you love it when I sink into your tightness.”
He fills me from behind, edging his tip in first, before sinking in the rest. I gasp, pleasure and pain warring, but it’s not as intense as the first time. There’s more bliss as he strokes in deep, gripping my hair, keeping my wrist behind my back. My face is shoved against the mattress.
