One hand slides behind her ass and between her thighs. She squirms when my fingertip runs through her pussy lips.
“I was teasing earlier,zaya.”
“Huh?”
“You weren’t dry.”
“O-Oh.”
Could I have fucked this up any more than I inadvertently have?
Vowing that I’ll let Misha grab me in a triangle choke as punishment, I rumble, “Don’t you want to ride my face, wife?”
Her moan sounds harried as I gently probe her. “I-I think so.”
“What is there to think about?” I reach up to lap at her clit. “You want it. Or you don’t.”
She hesitates. For too long.
“I’m scared I’m going to suffocate you,” she whispers on a rush.
Because she’s serious, I merely tut. “I have a strong survival instinct,tsaritsa. I’ll tell you if I’m suffocating.”
“You will?”
My lips twitch. “I will.”
“What if it’s too late? And what if you pass out before you can tell me?”
“I think you’d notice if I passed out underneath you.” I tip my head to the side. “Do you want to go back to sleep?”
“No!” That inspires her to sit on my chest.
I’m not going to complain about the view…
“Then?”
“You’re going to put your dick in me.”
“God, yes.”
“What if it hurts?”
“Then I didn’t do my job properly, and trust me,kotik, I know how to make people hurt. That’s the last thing you’ll ever experience in this marriage with me.”
She presses her hand to my hair and strokes a lock away that landed on my forehead. “I want to be yours.”
“You are mine.”
“D-Do you think I could lie on the bed?”
“Of course,zaya. I thought you’d get a kick out of sitting on my face.”
“I mean, I did, until I started thinking about asphyxiation and then my mind wandered onto Michael Hutchence and I dunno. I went on a spiral.”
“That’s some spiral.”
“I don’t want you to die.”
