I give her pussy another quick spank, and she gasps again. “No talking back, or I’ll get you on your knees and fill your smart mouth with my cock.”
Then I stroke her again, in the same place as before, intensifying the pressure, replacing my thumb with my fingers so I can swirl over her faster. She makes a choked sound of helpless need that has my dick leaking as I thrust lightly between her cheeks.
Holding her against me so she doesn’t lose her footing and slip, I squeeze a nipple with one hand and work her clit with the other, my cock surging against her ass.
“This is my pussy,cara mia,” I murmur against her ear, loving how hot and wet she is, how quickly I’ve gotten her to the edge. The spray of the shower surrounds us, heat and steam filling the air along with her breathy little moans. “Tell me, were you playing with yourself in the shower? Did you make yourself come?”
My fingers still as I await her answer, my cock throbbing against her tight hole.
“Yes,” she admits, her voice so quiet, I almost don’t hear it.
I spank her again. “That’s for making yourself come without me. Only your husband can touch you. Only your husband canmake you come. You have to ask me if you want to finger yourself in the shower. Do you understand?”
“Oh fuck,” she mutters, grinding herself against my hand as she seeks another release.
“Say it.” I stop again, splaying my hand over her. “Say you understand.”
I wish I had a bottle of lube right now, but this isn’t my house, so ass play will have to wait for another time.
“I…understand.” She’s out of breath.
Fuck, I love edging her. I could do this all day long and to hell with everything and everyone else.
“Beg me to let you come.”
“Please.”
“Please what,cara?” I spread her lips and look down at her engorged clit. “Look at how badly you want me. Look at how beautiful and needy you are.”
She doesn’t do what I ask, so I bite her earlobe to get her attention. “Do it now. Look at this gorgeous cunt.”
Finally, she gives in, looking down at the obscene way I have her on display. She likes it. I feel her go slack in my arms, another breathy moan slipping from her lips.
“Please let me come,” she says.
I finish, my fingers flying over her until she’s stiffening and crying out, doubling over as the pleasure rushes through her. I take advantage of the position to guide her all the way down, until her palms are flat on the floor of the shower. Fuck, having a woman who’s so flexible is an incredible turn-on. Then I notch my aching cock against her pussy and thrust inside.
We both groan at the feel of it. She squeezes my cock, surrounding me in her heat and wetness. Gripping her hips, I start to fuck her, ignoring the twinges of pain in my arm with every thrust. Fuck yes. Her cunt is perfection, wrapping around me like a velvet glove. I’m so far gone that when she tightens onme and shouts my name into the tiles, I lose control. One fast, hard pump, and I’m coming inside her, filling her up.
When I come back to earth, I slide from her and help her to stand up. We’re both breathing hard. She’s gorgeous, her entire body flushed from a combination of the hot water and fucking. I help her with her hair one-handedly, and then she helps me with mine. Neither of us says a word, but we don’t have to.
Everything between us shifted last night, and it’s even stronger by morning.
The Bratva may be going to war with us, but one thing is certain. Katya’s staying on this side of enemy lines. Sidorov forced this wedding, and she’s mine now. Pakhan can go fuck himself.
Katya
When we getout of the shower, I instantly take up a towel, winding it around me. Glancing in my husband’s direction, I realize Lorenzo—Enzo, as I’m coming to think of him—is bleeding again. The bandage I put on his wound last night is soaked from the water, and it should be replaced.
“You might need stitches,” I tell him, frowning at the sight of the oozing gash.
“Fuck stitches,” he dismisses, wrapping a towel around his waist. “I’ll be fine. I’ve had worse.”
“That’s a lot of blood.” I go back into the cabinet and pull out the first aid supplies I raided the night before.
He shrugs his uninjured shoulder. “You gonna bandage me back up again, wife?”
“Someone has to.”
