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It wasn’t long until her hips started to jerk away from me, forcing me to tighten my grip to keep her firmly planted against me as I worked her body into another orgasm that made her squeal and whimper.
“Kolyenka, fuck you’re going to overstimulate me. Oh God!” Her body fought against me; her hands pushed at my head while her hips tried—and failed—to pull away from me.
I wanted to reply to her, to tell her I wouldn’t stop until she became a muttering mess, until the sheets were soaked all the way through, and until her juices dripped from my face. But I didn’t because it meant stopping my tongue from lashing against her throbbing clit.
God I was so tempted to tie her down right now to have her at my complete mercy. Maybe tomorrow night. If I tied her down now then I’d go back on our agreement of no funny business tonight.
“Fuck!” She cried out as the first gush of fluids flowed out of her, coating my chin and dripping down onto the sheets. “Fuckfuckfuck, Kolyenka fuck, oh God!” Her hands released my head and slammed down onto the sheets next to her, fisting at them as her body writhed under me from my continuous onslaught.
“Oh fuck!” She moaned loudly when I dug my fingers deeper and harder into her sweet spot, drawing out another orgasm that made her juices gush out of her.
Fuck I would never get enough of her. As cliche as it sounded, I could spend forever between her thighs, feasting on her sweet little pie until the end of time. She tasted divine, so addicting. Fuck.
I continued to stay buried between her thighs for God knows how long, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm and making her fill our room up with her cries of pleasure. “Kolyenka, no more, please. I’m spent.” She whimpered between her ragged breaths. It was only then when I started to ease up, giving her one last orgasm before coming to a complete stop.
Chuckling softly, I placed a quick kiss on her inner thigh before crawling up and kissing her softly. “You are so beautiful.” I couldn’t help but admire her flushed face as she looked at me with her adoring eyes.
Propping myself up next to her, I pulled her up a little before grabbing her water bottle and holding it up to her lips. “Drink.” At least she was always compliant in her post orgasmic bliss. She was also usually pretty silent, clingy, and cuddly afterwards, all which I didn’t mind.
Actually, I found it rather endearing how clingy she became after sex or anything somewhat intense. Always holding onto me and lingering around me as if I was her lifeline; it was nice. Usually I hated clingy people, but it wasn’t as if she was constantly clingy—it was just after sex and such activities.
As much as I loved her independent nature and personality, sometimes I did wish she’d let me care for her more often outside of the bedroom. I didn’t want her to worry about anything in her life. A part of me wanted her to stay home and safe behind the estate gates, but I knew that would never fly with her in a million life times.
“Thank you,” her soft lips pressed against my cheek, “Didn’t think I needed that, so thank you.” She sunk down fully onto the bed, snuggling into me as she curled herself up into a tight little ball with a big, happy, loving smile on her face. “God I love you so much.”
Smiling softly, I kissed her forehead before getting off the bed to change the sheets and crawl back into bed with her afterwards.
With her secured tightly in my arms, I let my fingers trail lazily up and down her back, easing the tension out of her. “Sleep, darling, you deserve it.” I whispered softly.
“I don’t deserve anything, but alright.” She replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes at me with a giggle too.
Sighing with my own eye roll, I gave her ass a quick spank, leaving a reddened imprint of my hand. “You deserve the world, so stop selling yourself short. Or else.” My voice dipped with my warning, making her shrink a bit in my arms.
“Sorry.” She muttered against my chest as she buried her face into it, breathing deeply as she gripped the front of my shirt tightly in her small hands.
It still puzzled me at how little her self-esteem was in contrast to her confident and flamboyant personality. I’ve seen her with her men and on the floor at her work place; she walked around with her head held up high, and she walked with a purpose. She was one helluva leader under pressure.
The mask she had on was enough to fool everyone around her. It even fooled me for a short while until I tore away at her layers. I honestly didn’t think her self-esteem issues were as bad as they were until we grew close and deep with each other and she exposed herself to me intimately.
“Good night,lisichka.YA tebya lyublyu.” I whispered sweetly with a loving kiss.
“I love you too.YA tozhe tebya lyublyu.” Angel giggled back with a big smile.
I don’t know about Angel, but I slept well into the morning, only stirring awake when I felt the missing warmth in my arms. Well, and the sound of Angel clamoring around in the bathroom woke me as well.
“Lisichka?” My concern grew greatly when I walked into the bathroom and saw her hunched over the toilet. “Are you sure the doctor said everything was fine yesterday?” I doubt vomiting and looking like death constituted as fine.
Kneeling down next to her, I rubbed her back and held her hair back as she remained strewn over the toilet seat, groaning while her face remained sickly green. “Yeah, just the new birth control is fucking with me more than I hoped. I’ll talk to my doctor after breakfast about changing it. Sorry you had to see me like this.” She sounded so weak and drained, and I felt hurt I couldn’t help her with any of it.
“If we weren’t going to try for kids later on then I’d offer to put myself on the snipping table. I hate seeing you like this and being helpless to you.” If her medication fucked with her this much then I’d rather just get snipped and be done with it all, so she wouldn’t have to keep suffering to keep herself protected.
“Well aren’t you husband of the year.” She chuckled weakly in a sarcastic manner. “God you are so getting snipped after we’re done though, I ain’t gonna risk shit.” She added with a weak smile.
“Just say when.” If it meant less suffering for her then that’s all that mattered to me.
“How many kids do you want?” She asked with a soft groan at the end as she pushed herself off the toilet, leaning into me and holding me with loose arms.
“At least two, maybe three max. I definitely don’t want anything beyond four for both our sake and sanity. I honestly have no idea how my mother put up with the whole lot of us and I definitely do not want to be dealing with that many kids at my age.” Not like I was young like Angel, and by the time we’d have kids I’d be older. Last thing I wanted to do in my mid-forties and fifties was chase around some energetic children; I literally won’t have the energy for it.
