“Lay down,” he growls, and is already pushing me onto the bed as he pulls away from the headboard.
I fall back into the pillows, barely letting out a gasp before he has his hands around my knees and yanking me further down the bed so my back is completely against the mattress.
“What are you doing?” I breathe.
I’m so confused. Didn’t he just tell me no?
Kirill’s gaze rakes down my body, then his breath hitches as he gets to my parted legs and sees that I’m not wearing any panties beneath my shirt-hisshirt.
“I can’t risk upsetting your stomach with our baby in there,” he tells me, pushing my knees farther apart, “But I don’t share that problem.”
Excitement shoots through me as I realize what he’s saying, and I splay my legs wide to accommodate his massive shoulders.
“Eyes up, baby girl,” he commands, lowering his mouth between my legs. “Watch your movie and relax.”
I gasp and arch my back as his tongue oh so very softly laps over my petals. Usually when he goes down on me he’s rough and greedy- and I love it- but tonight, even though his words are coarse, his tongue is the exact opposite. Slow, gentle flicks of his tongue flutter over my lips and clitoris like butterfly wings, lulling me into a heavy sense of arousal that has me melting into the bed.
My lashes flutter as this sensual ecstasy takes over my entire body. He’s taking his gentle, sweet time, coaxing me toward my first orgasm with long, languid strokes as if we have all the time in the world.
Yes.This is definitely making me feel better. No stomach discomfort to be seen or felt by this form of play.
And then he stops, making the very breath I was in the middle of inhaling stop.
“What did I say?” His deep voice draws out seductively. He drops a wet kiss on my clitoris, then, making me whimper.
“Hmmm?” he hums, and I know he’s waiting for me to answer.
It takes me several seconds to force my eyes open and focus on the screen. My pussy is throbbing, begging for him to end his interruption and come back.
“Watch the movie and relax,” I whimper.
“Good girl,” he praises, then drops his head between my thighs again. “Don’t let me catch you disobeying me again. You don’t want me to stop, do you?”
His deep, patronizing tone should have me burning with anger, but instead it has that submissive side of me positively cooing with joy.
“No, Sir,” I breathe.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispers, then suckles my clitoris so sweetly it brings tears to my eyes and makes my thighs tremble.
I whimper as he increases the suction, pulling me closer to release- but I obey his orders and keep my eyes on the movie, watching the part where Jessica Alba leaps into Bruce Willis’s arms and kisses him right after he gets out of the jail. The passion on the screen combined with the sweet pleasure Kirill is giving me between my legs has my orgasm gushing forth, and I cry out my grumpy protector’s name as my hips levitate off the bed.
I fight the urge to close my eyes as he makes me soak the sheets, knowing he’ll stop if he catches me and I don’t want him to stop- I don’t ever want him to stop this delicious new form of torture.
“So sweet,” he whispers into my pussy as he cleans my cum off of me, “So perfect. Mmm. I think I’ll do this every night. Is that all right with you,devochka?”
“Yes,” I moan as he slides a finger into my flooded sheath, sending another deep jolt of pleasure through me.
As his mouth starts working me along with his finger and I already start the gathering of another orgasm, I know he’s serious. He’ll do this all night until I’m passed out from the pleasure; until my nervous thoughts and stomach aches are long forgotten and all I can think or feel is him.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Kirill
What am I doing? Who am I turning into?
I stare quietly down at the woman beside me. The woman I orgasmed into unconsciousness with soft strokes of my tongue and fingers over the course of the last several hours.Soft.I’m not soft. Not like this. Not beforeher.
I told myself over and over again that as much as I wanted to touch her, to fuck her, that I wasn’t going to. That she was not feeling well and needed care, not sex. And yet the moment her head was in my lap my cock was hard as steel and her obvious need was too fucking hot not to give into in some fashion.
