He moved off the stool and straddled Mother’s lap, and the way Mother’s hands automatically settled at his hips and then traced up his sides was gratifying and arousing all at once. Vasily settled his forehead against Mother’s. “Take me to bed, Bryn?” he said quietly. “I need to feel you.”
Mother stilled. “I don’t want to chance hurting you, Vasily. My heart couldn’t take it.”
Vasily pressed a soft kiss to his lips, and then another. “I don’t want you to hurt me either. But I need to feel”—he didn’t know how else to explain it, so he settled for—“alive. I want to touch your bare skin, feel it against mine. Please?”
Mother’s hands tightened on his sides, just for a moment, before he breathed out a soft,“Yes.”He leaned forward and began pressing kisses up the side of Vasily’s throat, the rasp of his stubble and the tickle of warm breath making Vasily shiver with anticipation. He tipped his head to the side to allow better access, and when Mother slid his hands up Vasily’s back and across his shoulders, setting his skin alight with his touch, Vasily rasped out, “Bed?”
Mother stood, pulled him to his feet, and led him to the bed. “You are the devil’s own temptation, Vasily Petrov,” he said, his eyes dark with arousal.
Vasily stripped out of his shirt and trousers and crawled under the quilt, and Mother followed him. He settled himself on top of Vasily, balancing on his elbows, and kissed him breathless. The heat of his mouth, the brush of bare skin, and the solid weight of Mother’s body as he rocked his hips soon had Vasily’s cock hard. He ran his hands over Mother’s arse, kneading the flesh there, and Mother grunted and ground down, his hard shaft sliding against Vasily’s and making his body sing with need. He whimpered and Mother stopped kissing him immediately, his eyes snapping open and his body stilling. “Love?”
Vasily let out a breathless laugh. “I’m fine. It just feels so good.”
Mother gave a relieved smile, and a second later his expression turned filthy and mischievous all at once. “Just to be safe, you should let me do all the work.” And with that he slid down the bed and took Vasily’s cock in his mouth.
Vasily jolted, arching up into the unexpected heat and delicious friction as Mother slid his mouth up and down his shaft, sucking and licking and swirling his tongue in ways that had Vasily’s cock aching. He whined high in his throat and clutched at Mother’s hair, and Mother chuckled around his length.
The vibrations took Vasily’s breath away as he was consumed by the soft, wet heat of Mother’s mouth and the rasp of his tongue against the sensitive head of Vasily’s cock. Tension coiled in his gut, tighter and tighter, and heat crackled down his spine and set his entire body alight. He couldn’t help himself, using Mother’s hair to hold him in place as he thrust desperately into his mouth. Mother’s response was to hollow his cheeks and suck harder, and when he cupped Vasily’s balls and gave a light tug, the sharp sting of it was all it took.
His cock pulsed without warning, and he spilled into Mother’s mouth.
Pleasure rolled over him, intense and unstoppable, until he was shaking with it, and his world was reduced to the white heat of his release.
Mother eased him through it, and when Vasily was done, cock soft and spent, he moved up the bed and lay next to Vasily, cradling him against his chest and kissing his temple. Vasily melted into his hold, and reached out and trailed his hand across Mother’s stomach, searching. Mother’s erection slapped against his belly, the tip slippery and damp, and Vasily rubbed his hand across the tip before moving it up and down the shaft, spreading the moisture.
“That’s it,” Mother said breathlessly. “Won’t take much.”
Vasily hummed, enjoying the caress of velvet skin against his palm, and gave a series of slow, lazy strokes that had Mother letting out a low groan and arching up into his touch. The corded muscles of his throat stood out in stark relief where his head was thrown back, eyes closed and lips parted.
Mother was breathtaking when he was desperate.
Teasing the tip of his thumb over the glistening head, Vasily tightened his grip and gave a single stroke, and that was all it took. Mother tensed against him, making the most glorious noises as he painted white stripes on his belly. Vasily held his softening cock while Mother panted and shuddered through his orgasm, and when he finally let go, Mother collapsed against the mattress.
Vasily wiped the traces of Mother’s release on a corner of the bedding, then rolled over onto his back beside him and let out a contented sigh, taking a moment to enjoy the fact that he could take Mother apart so easily.
Their lovemaking had settled something in him, a deep, instinctive need to celebrate life in the oldest of ways that he hadn’t been able to find words for. It had been exactly what he’d needed.
He reached out and tangled his fingers in Mother’s, squeezing his hand and giving him a wordless look of thanks. When Mother’s eyelids drifted closed a minute later, he was still wearing a lazy smile, and it wasn’t long before his breathing settled into a slow, regular pattern.
It occurred to Vasily, just before the post-sex haze of sleep pulled him under, that really, it was Mother that he’d needed all along.
ChapterSeventeen
Mother couldn’t help but feel there was a kind of rightness to having Vasily living in his house.
Vasily didn’tactuallylive with him, of course. He just…hadn’t left after he’d first stayed the night. At first it was because Mother had wanted to be certain Vasily really was recovered from his head injury—he’d seen more than one case where a hoof to the head had turned nasty days or even weeks later, and Vasilyhadtaken a fair knock.
But Vasily had turned out to be fine, so there was no reason for him still to be staying at Mother’s ten days later. Yet more and more of Vasily’s possessions were making their way into his cottage—Mother pretended not to notice—and there was no mention of when Vasily might be leaving.
Possibly it was because they were both perfectly happy with the arrangement and neither of them wanted to call a stop to it. Mother was certainly in no hurry, not when his days and nights were now filled with Vasily’s smile, his laughter, and his eager kisses.
One of Mother’s favourite things about living with Vasily was waking up tangled in Vasily’s embrace or with his face resting against Vasily’s firmly muscled chest.
Another new favourite pastime was waking Vasily up by sucking his brains out through his cock. A kiss probably would have sufficed, but Mother found that when it came to Vasily, he couldn’t get enough of bedding him, touching him, pleasing him. It was almost as if Mother was trying to make up for all of the sex he’d missed in his twenties—except he didn’t feel hehadmissed out, because he hadn’twantedto bed anyone before now.
He only wanted Vasily. He was intoxicating, sweeter than wine and far more addictive, and Mother had no intention of giving him up.
He stood watching Vasily, who was currently helping him haul sacks of feed off a cart and stacking them inside the stables. He was shirtless, his every movement making his muscles bunch and flex temptingly. Mother was fairly certain the show was for his benefit, and it was certainly a pretty display.
