“Ready?” I croaked.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said almost grimly. It stirred a smidge of anxiety inside me. “You’re so small and tight.” He must have added another finger. He continued pumping them in and out of me. “Your pussy is so greedy, but I worry when I give you my cock.”
I breathed a laugh even as I was still spasming from my orgasm. “Only one way to find out.”
“I want to feast on you some more. I want to drown in your smell. Your addictive taste.” He rose. “But I can’t wait.” He crawled up my body and fell on me again. He gave me a devouring kiss before his fingers gripped my jaw with one hand. “Watch me. Watch me take you.” He leaned forward while his other arm disappeared between us.
The blunt head of his cock crowned at my entrance.
He was working his cock inside me.
“It’s been a while for you?” he gritted.
“Does it matter?” I gritted back. What the hell was he putting inside me? A rolling pin?
“Relax. You need to let me in,” he growled. He glanced down, brows furrowing. “You’re incredibly tight.”
“Well, I’m not a virgin…ow…”
“Fuck,” he muttered and withdrew. I held my breath as he edged in again, withdrew, and inched in. He did this repeatedly. Each time, I could feel myself stretch uncomfortably to accommodate him.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he breathed easy. “I’m in.”
“Thank God.”
Sweat beaded his forehead, and I was steaming myself.
“You’re gripping me so well. I’m not gonna last.” He peered down. “You okay?”
“Yes…” My body yielded around him. Kirill was huge, and I’d never been wedged so snugly in my life. As if there were no wiggle room. But my excitement returned, mostly because I trusted Kirill knew what he was doing. There was something exhilarating about surrendering to an experienced man. His words at the rooftop echoed in my head about not having met the right overbearing man.
He started moving. Slowly at first, for the first few strokes as if preparing me some more. Then he pumped harder, faster. He joined his hands above my head and rested his elbows on my shoulders as if to lock me in place. Then he let loose. He went faster and faster. The slapping of flesh, the grunts, and moans of sex filled the room.
After minutes of relentless pounding, he relaxed his lock on my body, and his hand came between us. His fingers pinched my clit, and I went off like a firecracker. “Kirill!”
“That’s it,” he demanded. “Come for me. Come for your husband.”
He gripped my wrists with one hand while he continued pounding. His face was a map of anguish and desperation as he chased his own release. Finally, when I thought he’d leave me bruised and raw, I felt him grow harder, larger, and he groaned an expletive before collapsing on top of me.
He was breathing hard. We both were. He’d pinned me to the mattress, but somehow I felt his vulnerability. I was feeling vulnerable myself. What just happened between me and Kirill redefined what I thought was good sex.
This was fucking. Phenomenal fucking.
Kirill continued to move, circling his hips slowly as if he was milking every drop of his…
Shit.
“Kirill…”
“Give me a second to recover, baby, then I can go again.” Amusement laced his tone.
I slapped his shoulder. “You didn’t use a condom!”
He sighed and raised his head. “How is this a problem? We’re married.” He arched a brow. “I’m clean. And I know you are.”
Oh, right. He knew my medical history? He probably knew I was on the birth control shot too. I glared at him.
“I haven’t fucked anyone since we signed Margo’s intent to marry. I already told you I didn’t cheat.”
