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My climax crashes into me with such force, my back arches, my hips buck, and a moan rips from my throat. Spots speckle my vision as a warm haze suddenly envelopes me. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before—so breathtakingly beautiful and freeing. For a moment, I completely forget where I am, suspended in time and place as I slowly ride out my high. A deep satisfaction soaks into my very bones, sleep tugging at my mind.
Pyotr has other plans.
No sooner do I come back to my senses does Pyotr begin again, his tongue acting almost like a salve against my sensitive skin. His grip on my thighs is strong enough to leave light prints where his fingers dig in.
“You taste so fucking good,” he grumbles, voice low and thick with the promise of sex. “Did you like that, wife?”
Wife.
He keeps calling me that, and I can’t say I mind. Iamhis wife. But when he uses it as a term of endearment, it makes my heart stutter. He makes it sound so beautiful, the word laced with pride.
“It felt really good,” I confess, still breathless and reeling from my orgasm.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
“What—”
His mouth covers my clit again, this time with the dull press of his thick finger at my entrance. “Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes!” I blurt out. “Anything you want.”
Pyotr chuckles. “Careful, Alina. What I want is to bend you over and fuck you senseless, but tonight, we’re going to go slow.”
I’m not even a little ashamed of the squeak I make when he slowly presses into me. There’s a burn to the stretch, but it’s not unbearable. Pyotr moves with the utmost care, so tender and patient it almost takes me by surprise. He crooks his finger slowly, sweeping over a spot inside me that nearly has me shooting out of bed.
“Oh,God!”
My second climax is twice as brilliant, hitting me so hard and so fast I’m pretty sure I blackout for a moment. Pyotr doesn’t ease up. His mouth continues its attack while he adds a second finger, and then a third. I come again and again until I’m a begging, pleading, writhing mess beneath his touch.
“P-Pyotr!I can’t take it anymore. Please, just—”
He keeps going, eating me out like it’s the only thing he knows how to do.
Pyotr is a sight to behold. His hair is a tousled mess, his lips wet with my heat. His pupils are wide, a look of utter intoxication etched into his normally unreadable features. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man more mystified.
I can’t help but throw my head back against the sheets and laugh. “Come here.”
He rises from his knees, towering over me with heated adoration. It doesn’t feel like that long ago when I would have found his presence daunting. Now when I look at him, it’s nothing but a thrill. I sit up quickly and get back to undressing him, my greedy hands still shaking from all the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
While he slips off his shirt, I clumsily get started on his belt. The obvious bulge in the front of his pants is… daunting, to say the least, but it makes my heart flutter. As much as I want to rush and yank him out of his clothes, I want to savor this moment, too. I don’t think I’ve ever been more nervous. Not because I’m scared, but because of this new intimacy we’ve found.
I don’t love Pyotr. But I don’t hate him, either. In this in between, I am navigating in the dark, reaching out in some desperate hope of finding a safe harbor.
The metallic rip of his zipper rings loudly in my ear. Pyotr doesn’t seem to be in as much of a hurry, leisurely combing a few strands of my hair away from my face to tuck behind my ear. My hands move on their own, gingerly brushing over the fabric of his black boxer briefs. I can feel the heat of his skin through it, throbbing beneath my touch.
“Go on,” Pyotr urges gently. “Don’t be shy.”
I lick my lips, hooking my fingers under his waistband, pulling down slowly as if to savor every inch of new skin I expose. My breath catches in my throat when his erection finally springs free. He’s deliciously thick and impressively long, the tip leaking with want.
“Can I?” I ask him, my mouth suddenly watering.
“What did I tell you about taking what you want?”
I grin.
Slipping off the edge of my bed, I get down on my knees. I’m not entirely sure what I’m supposed to do, but I have no doubt Pyotr will guide me in the right direction. He traces the pad of his thumb over my lips, prompting me to open my mouth just so. Curious, I lick the head of his cock, taking him in inch by careful inch.
I may be the one on my knees, but I’ve never felt more powerful. The second I wrap my lips around him, Pyotr looks absolutelyruined. His deep moan vibrates straight through me, his fingers curling in my hair to tug gently at the roots, his grip firm enough to hold me exactly where he pleases.
