Page 35 of Savage Pakhan

And I’ve never wanted a man so much in my entire life after seeing him naked. Alek has such a strong body. He keeps fit, clearly. With those broad shoulders, muscular pecs with amazing definition, strong arms with veins that slither up and down, to the cut V he has on either side of his hips. All of that to show me the very large prize that stood hard between his legs.

He looked… big.

His cock was thick and long, hanging from the weight, the tip rubbing against his thigh.

I’m assuming he was hard because he was in the shower with a naked woman—a natural reaction, not because it was me.

I would love for it to be the reason.

The thought of him has a throb pulsating between my legs. His boxer briefs become wet the longer I picture him with a towel wrapped around his waist. It was hung low, barely covering himself, and the V was on display.

All of him was on display like a statue.

I peek at the door. I left it open just in case Alek needed anything, but now it’s me who needs something.

Tossing the covers off me, I tiptoe my way to the landing just outside the door and peer over the railing to see Alek lying on the couch.

The throb between my legs becomes more intense the longer I stare at him. He has his shirt off, arm slung over his face, and the blanket doesn’t cover his left leg, barely covering his cock. One move, and the material would slip away, showing me everything I’ve craved for far too many years.

More heat pools in his boxer-briefs that I’m wearing. I can’t wait any longer.

I back away into the room and slowly close the door, the hinges squeaking so loud in the quiet. I pause, close my eyes, and try again.

The creak lasts the entire time I shut the door, then I lock it for good measure.

Finally. Alone.

Nerves take hold. I’ve never done this before. Ivan didn’t want me to risk me accidentally taking my own virginity, so I wasn’t allowed to touch myself. It was ridiculous, I knew that, but I listened because he scared me. I’d rather live then risk my life for an orgasm.

Not that I’d know what it feels like. I’ve never had one of those either.

Ivan and I never touched. We never pleasured each other. He wanted to wait until the wedding to explore that and abide to the contract. Even if he was cheating on me. He was such a hypocrite.

Now, I’m free, and I want to start exploring that freedom.

What better way than to touch myself to the thought of his father?

I slip my shirt off and toss it on the floor, then shimmy out of his boxer-briefs. There’s a big wet spot on them, proof of desire for Alek.

Crawling into bed, the cool air wraps around me and I slide under the covers. My heart beats rapidly, loud pounds that seem to reverberate through the body. I need this. I need to take the edge off.

Holding my breath, my fingers slip between my breasts, the ache there reminding me that Alek had to save my life earlier today.

I can’t believe that was today. It feels like a lifetime ago.

My shaking fingers travel down to my belly button before sliding up. My nipples harden and I think back to when Alek was washing my body in the shower. His gentle nature when it comes to me is one of the qualities, I find most attractive when it comes to him.

I close my eyes, conjuring the thoughts of him without his shirt. Swallowing, I tweak my nipple and gasp when a zing of pleasure ignites my nerve-endings. My mouth parts with shock. I never expected it to feel that good.

The space between my legs becomes slick and my hand drops, my fingers instantly wet.

Testing what I like, I slip them up and down, slow and gentle, a barely there touch. I moan when I circle my clit, fireworks exploding in my vision, stars twinkling in my mind.

“Oh my god,” I moan at how much I’ve missed out on.

Feeling more comfortable with myself, I ease one finger inside, thinking of Alek every single second while I explore. Closing my eyes, all I hear is the sound of my breath coming out in harsh pants with every slide of my finger. With my free hand, I twist and tug on my nipples while simultaneously driving my finger in and out.

Alek’s face invades my mind, his dark green eyes locked with mine with the same intensity he always has. He smirks, kissing his way down my body until his face is buried between my legs. His fingers dig into my thighs, for once, bruises I do not mind keeping, and he swipes his tongue through my lips.