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Tracing him with my finger, I lowered myself to the floor, my knees rocking on the cold floor. When I looked up, Aleksey was staring intently, his jaw clenched.
“What do you want, husband?” I breathed, brushing my fingers over him from root to tip. “Do you want it hard and fast until you can’t breathe?” His eyes widened. “Or slow and steady until your cum fills my dirty little mouth?”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “What about both?”
“Greedy, greedy.” I smiled.
After just a few strokes that left me as impatient as he was, I took him into my mouth. He hissed his pleasure in response, and both of his hands fisted into my hair. But unlike before, they weren’t there to guide me. They felt like they were holding on for dear life.
I traced him with my tongue, sucking and humming with each stroke until his hands were so tight in my hair that I felt him tugging at the root of my hair. The light pain excited me. It reminded me that I was in control right now. That I had his cock and balls in my hand and mouth. That if I wanted to, I could makehimbeg. I could makehimget on his knees.
Wouldn’t that be a sight to see?
As my head bobbed up and down the length of his shaft, I felt my own wetness drenching me. My body thrummed in anticipation of the inevitable moment when our roles would switch and it would be my turn to feel his mouth on my skin. Yet I was enjoying myself far too much right now.
Aleksey swore when I wrapped my fingers around the shaft to pump him while I continued sucking the tip, drawing circles with my tongue around his sensitive head. He was close; I could feel it. He was so close that I had to hold myself back from going too fast, even if Iwantedhim to fill my mouth with his musky seed. When he tried to pull me away, I reached up to cup his shapely ass, pulling him closer to me to warn him not to.
I wanted all of him.
He started to thrust his hips toward my mouth, and I surrendered myself to his motions. Relaxing my jaw, I let him fuck my mouth and throat. Saliva and precum leaked from the corner of my mouth as he used my mouth roughly.
I took his cock dutifully. The thick head punched against the back of my throat, and I leaned back to hand control back to him. Pulses of hungry pleasure ran through my body as I felt him stiffen. And then he came.
Hot, delicious spurts of semen splashed my lips, tongue, and throat. I greedily swallowed him, not wasting a single drop as I pushed my lips further along the shaft until he came directly down my throat. Pursing my lips, I held him in my mouth until his cock finally started to soften. Then, and only then, did I release him, licking the remnants of his cum from the corner of my lips.
“Elia.” His voice was strained.
I wiped my lips and rose to my feet until I met his gaze. “Is that all you can say?”
His grin was feral as he reached out with his thumb and touched the corner of my mouth. “I will dream about those lips while you are away.”
“Then don’t send me,” I replied evenly. I didn’t want to leave him.
“I have to,” he replied. “My uncle knows that I was testing him. He saw right through the ruse. He knows you’re pregnant, and he knows you’re still here. The only way you can be safe—truly safe—from him is to be in New York.”
“I still don’t understand why you think that I’ll be safer in New York rather than next to you,” I pleaded.
“Because he made a threat,” my husband finally admitted.
Reality splashed me like cold water. Suddenly, our brief respite from the argument felt like an unwelcome intruder between something much more important.
Trembling, I placed my hand on my husband’s chest and felt it racing. “What sort of threat?”
He stared back at me. For a moment, he didn’t seem to know the right words to use. Then, he covered my hand with his and admitted, in a voice no louder than a strained whisper,
“That he won’t hesitate to teach you a sharp lesson.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Aleksey
I stepped out of the car before reaching in and helping Elia out into the warm sunshine. It was a beautiful day in Chicago, one where the sun hung high overhead without a cloud in the sky. It would almost be a perfect day to be on the water sailing.
But I wouldn’t be doing that today. Today I was seeing my wife off to New York without me, and I didn’t like the way I felt about doing it. I was in a foul mood already from not having enough slept the night before, worrying half the night that I might be making a mistake by sending her to her father.
Actually, IknewI was making a fucking huge mistake. But I wasn’t going to relay that to anyone. Even this morning, as I buried myself in Elia’s warmth, listening to her breathe, I thought about the cold bed I would return to tonight.
She wouldn’t be there.
