“She doesn’t weigh anything anymore, does she?” he asks, sadly. Dark eyes peering down at Sabrina.
I shake my head, making my way to the stairs. “She lost too much weight and hasn’t gained it back. She’s not eating, baking for her pleasure, working out… she’s not reading like she was.”
“We’ll fix it,” he promises.
“We will.”
“She wore pink tonight.”
“She did,” I agree. Not telling him that the first time she ever wore it was when she hated herself completely. It was one I had helped her out of because the hives had crawled up her body so severely they were bursting along the hemline on her back at a gala. It’s a dress I hate but she loves. It’s a dress I selfishly had to make new memories in, so if she ever decides to wear it again, I’ll remember it as the dress I slipped off her body while she wore those glittering black heels that dug into my back.
Maks peels back the fluffy, heavy white duvet, and I kneel on the bed to deposit her in the middle, so she sleeps between us in the giant bed. After going back and brushing my teeth in my room, I slip in beside her, just as he does, and I swear my little hellcat purrs when she’s all warm under her cozy comforter. I turn, shove my arm under the pillow, then kiss her forehead when she nestles into me, placing my arm on her hip. Maks curls around her and kisses her shoulder where the tattoo of his name is and closes his eyes.
I wake up because my dick is wrapped in the hottest heat heaven has to offer. “Fuck, Sabrina,” I groan her name, grabbing at her thigh hiked on my hip and burrowing just a little deeper into her.
“Mmmmm, Savage,” she murmurs in her little purr. “Quiet darling. I just needed you inside of me. Go back to sleep.”
I keep my eyes closed but tuck her closer to me, putting my forearm under her knee, sticking my thumb in the crease where thigh and hip meet, and grip tight, then push as far in as I can go, feeling her swollen clitagainst me. She flutters around me and I withhold my groan to not wake up Maks. “There. I’m in,” I whisper. “Now go to sleep, baby.”
She hums a little happy hum, kisses under my jaw, settles, and then her breath evens out again. I don’t move for what feels like hours… until I know for sure she’s in deep sleep. I draw my hips back gradually, then thrust even slower so I don't wake up either of them.Out… in… out… in…to the last fucking barbell. She’s getting so fucking hot and slippery. I imagine the visual, seeing all that pretty pink skin gripping me, and I shake my head so I don’t come.
In… out… in…I pause when I notice Maks is definitely awake and watching me fuck his wife. He curls in closer to her and gently puts his hand between us, rubbing his thumb over her nipple then reaching low to circle her swollen clit while I move.Out… in… out… innnn…
“How hot is she?”
“Find out for yourself, but don’t wake her up yet.” I slip out when I feel his dick nudge me.
He bites his lower lip hard while he thrusts as slow as he can, and his head tilts back. “Christ,” he breathes. I move my forearm from under her thigh and fist my dick and push in on his out, torturing ourselves.
She makes a noise while I'm balls deep in her pretty pussy, thumb rubbing circles over her pearled nipple. I stay as perfectly still as I can, Maks does, too. And we watch and wait for any other sound or movement, but it doesn’t happen. Maks turns in the bed when it’s safe and grabs the bottle of lube from his nightstand. He pours it on his fingertips and rubs it with his thumb to warm it up. Call that Duchess treatment.
It’s barely there, but I feel when his finger slips into her asshole, finger-fucking it slowly. He can’t help himself; he takes a soft bite out of her shoulder before pouring a generous amount on his dick and stroking himself. I grab her ass and pull it open for him.
I feel the tip of his dick push against my dick through that very thin wall of tissue between us, making a small space even tighter.
“Mmm, fuck,” Sabrina breathes, brows knitting together.
“Shhh, baby, you needed this, remember?”
She nods and throws her arm back, finding Maksim’s head. She kisses me deeply then turns her face to kiss him. “Ohhhfuck. Hap-oh,god—Happy New Year to me.” She giggles, brushing her hair out of her face. “How am I—oh, don’t stop—so close already?”
“Feel good, baby?”
“S-so good… don’t… stop—”Thrust“Don’t stop touching me.”
We don’t rush. Every lazythrust thrust thrustis unhurried and hot. I push down on her hips, keeping her still when she wants to roll them. “No, baby,”Thrust…“just lay there and take what we give you, pretty girl.”Thrust…“You remember how to do that, don’t you?”
“Yes!”
Thrust…“What does Maksim call you?”
“His fucktoy.”
“And what are you right now, pretty girl?” I thrust hard, needing to be so much deeper.
“Oh, god… I’m… your pretty fucktoy.”
The combination makes Maksim and me let out a soft laugh, so I roll with it. “That’s right, baby.”Thrust…“What do good, pretty fucktoys get?”
