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She pulled her shirt off over her head.
“Now your bra.”
Off went her bra.
“Now your jeans and your underwear. Then get on your knees and show me your ass and your pretty pussy.”
She sucked in a long gust of air at his words, the first she’d been able to breathe in what felt like forever but she didn’t dwell on it. There was only Nicholas’s voice and Nicholas’s commands. Her life had narrowed down so that there were no more responsibilities than doing what he’d said.
“Good girl,” he said as soon as she was on her knees. “Spread your cheeks. Show me your pretty pussy.”
She sucked in more air, doing as he said.
“What a good girl you are. Now crawl to me and kneel here beside the table.” He’d sat at the small two person table in their kitchenette. He pointed to the spot on the floor beside his chair.
Her mind still blessedly empty, blank of everything, oh God she wished she could be this empty forever, she crawled towards her husband, adoring him more in this moment than she knew possible as she breathed in deep breath after deep breath.
He sifted his fingers through her hair as she settled back on her heels beside his chair. With his knife and fork, he cut the pirogi into pieces and then held out a bit with his fingers.
“Open,” he commanded, his voice still the deep, gravelly tone he only used when they were like this, when he was deliciously dominant in just the way she didn’t know she’d needed.
Her mouth dropped open and he caressed his large thumb across her bottom lip. Her entire body trembled at his touch before he finally popped the bite of food into her mouth. As her lips closed around it, he didn’t remove his hand, though. No, he shoved one finger in her mouth, salty from the sandwich and she sucked on it with all her might before he withdrew it. She sucked in another deep breath before chewing the bite of sandwich. Her sex immediately became drenched, more and more with each bite.
Until, halfway through the sandwich, he’d decided it was time for him to have his meal. Maybe he couldn’t stand the build-up any more than she could.
He lifted her off the floor and bent her backwards on the table. She shrieked an exhilarated gasp as he threw her legs over his shoulders. Then, oh God! He buried his face in her sex.
Oh God, his tongue was sinful, his tongue was perfect heaven, he’d only done this once before and it had been—
She reached down and grabbed his hair, unsure if she wanted to push him away or drag him closer. Instead, she just reveled in every swirl of his tongue as he rolled it teasingly around her clit and then began sucking in earnest on her bud—
She screamed in pleasure, unashamed.
But he wasn’t done. The man never was. His thumbs invaded her sex even as he kept sucking. He pried her open—it was indecent, and then he moved down to tongue inside her channel, and oh God, she had no idea her entire sex was so sensitive until she felt his tongue, strong as he darted in and out, and her legs shook on his shoulders.
He massaged her ass with one hand and dragged her deeper against his face, his five o’clock shadow scraping her inner thighs in the most intoxicating way.
“Nicholas,” she screamed his name. “Please, please, fuck me now— Need— Need you inside—”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
But apparently she’d really riled him up today, even though all she’d done was take the gift he’d given her, giving in to his command.
But he was like a raging bull as he stood and shoved down his pants. He didn’t thrust into her right there like she expected him to.
No, he lifted her into his arms and then within the space of several steps he had her up against the wall, pinned between it and his huge, hot body.
“Yes,” she groaned, and he speared her with his cock.
“You’re,” he thrust with a long groan, “so fucking,” he pulled out and thrust in again roughly, “perfect.” Out again and then another hard thrust. Again and again.
Each thrust hit such perfect friction against her already flushed and sensitized pussy. Her legs curled around him and she dug her right heel into his hard, round ass and rode him back.
“Yes,” was all she could say as he fucked her dirty, like a man starved, and she took it, took him, and gave back as good as he gave, working out with their bodies what they sometimes couldn’t with words.
Chapter 19
Nicholas
It became their daily ritual, then, for Nicholas and Alexei to go to the café for lunch. Nicholas because it was a moment of connection and grounding in his day—to see his wife and promise with his eyes what he’d do to her that night.
