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I moan aloud, a long, helpless sound of pure pleasure that ends on a sound that’s almost a shriek as I come hard on his tongue, grinding against him as my arousal floods out over his tongue. I know his face must be soaked in it, drenched, but he only presses his mouth more firmly against me, lapping me up as he licks me in the fast, quick circles that he knows drive me insane, carrying me through the orgasm as I writhe atop the bed.
And then, just as the climax starts to slow, he stands up abruptly, and I hear the sound of him quickly undoing his belt and sliding down his zipper, the knowledge of what he’s about to do sending another ripple of pleasure through me. His hand is on my hip, holding me, his fingers pressed into my skin as he slides out his cock, and I have just a moment to register the thick, swollen heat of his cockhead pressing into my folds before he thrusts forward, filling me in one hard stroke that buries him to the very hilt.
“Bladya!”Viktor curses aloud, grabbing my hips in both of his hands as he slams into me again. “Fuck,printsessa,that fucking pussy—” he growls, thrusting hard and fast as I clench around him, still squeezing and fluttering from the aftershocks of my orgasm. “So tight, so wet,fuck, you feel so good.” He takes a deep, shuddering breath, slowing his thrusts slightly as his hips rock against me. “The way you grip me when you come,malishka, so fuckinggood.”
He presses his hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me down into the mattress, holding me there as he takes me with long, hard strokes that fill me completely with every thrust, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. It feels so good, soright, like nothing else I’ve ever experienced. Viktor knows how to play my body like a fine instrument, how to touch and caress and kiss and lick and punish and fuck me until I’m screaming with pleasure, how to make me want to give everything to him no matter how wrong I feel that it is. He’s doing that now, making me question my commitment to make this only one night, to think of ways we could do this again, reasons I could give into him. It’s enough to make me almost want him to hurry up and come so that we can be done, so I can put it behind me before I lose my resolve. I can feel that he’s close, his hips jerking as he pounds into me, fucking me as thoroughly as I knew he would.
But then, suddenly, he slows, a groan spilling from his lips as his hands sweep down my sides, down to my waist, and I hear him groan.
“Fuck, I’m close.” He thrusts once more, dragging his cock out of me inch by inch in a slow slide that makes me cry out and then slamming himself into me to the hilt. “I could flood your sweet pussy with my cum right now—”
“Oh god, Viktor—” I moan against the duvet, feeling myself twitch and shudder at his words, on the verge of another climax too.
“No,” he whispers. “I want more.”
More? What does he mean, more? For a minute, I think that he’s going to fuck me in the ass, and that sends a thrill of adrenaline through me. I don’t love the feeling of him in my ass, but the feeling of utter submission turns me on, and I know he can make me come again. He’s made me come with his cock in my ass before, and I know he’d do it again if he chose to tonight.
And this is the last night I intend to allow him to get away with it, if he wants it.
Viktor pulls out, and the sudden hollow feeling that he leaves behind makes me moan helplessly, my ass arching upwards, wanting him inside of me again. He grabs my waist, and before I know what’s happening, he rolls me over onto my back. I have just a moment to wince at the feeling of the embroidered duvet scratching against the fresh welts on my ass and thighs as he pushes me backward before he grips my calves, spreading my legs apart as he moves me so that my ass is on the very edge of the bed.
He looks so handsome that I can hardly stand it. His dark hair is tousled, his blue eyes bright in his chiseled face, taut with pleasure. I can see the muscles of his arms flexing beneath his shirt, his pants open to display the hard, pulsing length of his cock jutting out from the vee of his fly. I have the sudden, desperate urge to see more of him on this, the one night that I’m allowing myself to enjoy my husband however I please.
He’s on the verge of thrusting himself into me again, his cock hovering above my drenched, aching pussy. I shove myself up with my hands, sitting up in a crunch as I reach for his shirt.
“What—” Viktor looks down at me, surprise and even a flicker of annoyance at being interrupted on his face, but I ignore it.
“I want something too,” I murmur, looking up at him and meeting his bright, lustful gaze for the first time since we started this tonight. “I want to see you.”
It’s difficult to get the buttons of his shirt undone. My fingers are trembling, but I manage to slip them out, pulling it down over his shoulders so that the shirt falls to the floor and leaves all of his muscled arms and chest bare, down to the hard plane of his abdomen, the dark hair there leading mouth-wateringly down to the cock that’s aimed almost threateningly where I need it the most. It’s more erotic than him being completely naked, just shirtless with his pants open to reveal his throbbing cock. I look up at him as I reach down, wrapping my hand around his length that’s slick with my arousal to stroke him, long and slow.
Viktor groans, tipping his head back as I tighten my grip on his cock, and when he looks down at me again, there’s a wicked glint in his eyes.
“Ah, so you want to tease me too, wife? Perhaps you’ve already forgotten who’s in charge here.”
I meet his gaze fearlessly, my mouth twitching with a smile that’s difficult to hold back as I squeeze his shaft, my palm rubbing over the slick tip and making him suck in his breath with a hiss. “Then remind me,husband.”
Viktor shoves me backward with one hand on my chest, planted between my breasts as he looms over me, his cock pushing between my spread thighs. My legs wrap around his hips without a second thought, my back arching as he thrusts into me hard, and I cry out, his cock sinking all the way to the hilt as he leans forward. “You’re overdressed now,” he murmurs. “And I want to see you, too.”
I expect him to take my slip off, pushing it up my body and over my head, but instead, he grabs it at the lacy vee of the neckline, and I gasp.
“Viktor—”
He doesn’t say a word, only grips the slip in both of his hands, and as I stare down at him, he yanks in opposite directions as his hips rock forwards, burying his cock inside of me as he rips the garment apart.
The silk opens with a wet tearing sound, all the way down to my belly, the fabric sliding sideways to expose my breasts, my nipples stiffening under Viktor’s hot gaze. His hands go immediately to my breasts, squeezing them as he slides his cock in and out of me in long, measured strokes, so that I feel every inch of him.
“Ah yes, that’s what I wanted,” he murmurs. “I wanted to look at you,printsessa, to see my beautiful wife as I fucked her. Your breasts—” His hand slides over them, his palm rubbing over my nipples, down to my stomach. “Your body—your face.” His palm comes up, cupping my cheek, and I let out a small sound somewhere between a moan and a cry.
I’d worried so much about Viktor finding me beautiful, healing and scarring as I am. I’d chosen my lingerie tonight with that in mind, covering the worst of the marks on my breasts and stomach, assuming he wouldn’t notice the ones on my thighs too much. But he doesn’t care. He’s touching me like a priceless piece of art, stroking my breasts and stomach and waist and hips, his hands gripping what remains of the silk as he sinks his cock into me again and holds himself there, rocking against me as he tears it open the rest of the way so that nothing is covering me, nothing but my body lying naked in a pool of dark red silk, writhing beneath him as he pleasures me with his cock.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs. “Malishka krasivaya.”
The sudden tenderness in his voice sends shivers through my body, tingling sparks over my skin, his hands sliding up my thighs to grip my calves and spread my legs apart, hooking them over his shoulders as he thrusts into me again and again. “Come for me again,malishka,” he murmurs, his hand reaching between my legs, spreading my folds so that he can play with my clit. “Watch me fuck you and come for me.”
Spread apart the way I am, I can see it, his huge cock splitting me again and again, thrusting powerfully into me as he rolls my clit between his fingers, driving me to the very edge of climax. His other hand is gripping my calf, and I can feel his gaze raking hotly over my body, devouring me with his eyes the way he did with his mouth earlier as he pushes me towards another orgasm.
“Viktor!” I scream his name as it crashes over me, the feeling of his cock filling me and his fingers on my clit too much. I’ve never seen anything as erotic as my gorgeous husband between my thighs, fucking me to another orgasm as he croons to me in Russian. The shame that I feel at being so aroused by it, at the way my body answers so effortlessly to him, is overcome by the endless, blinding pleasure that engulfs me. It arches my back and makes me claw at the duvet, my head tipping back as I cry out, moaning and gasping his name. I feel him shudder and surge inside of me, his hips jerking as he suddenly lets go of my leg. His hand comes out from between my thighs, his body spilling forwards as he grabs my face in his hands, and his mouth crashes down onto mine in a searing kiss as he shudders against me, swallowing up my cries as I arch against him, the sensation of flesh on flesh only intensifying what’s left of my orgasm.
