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“I can tell.” He gave me a mischievous grin and slid one hand forward again, wrapping his fingers around my dick as it hardened.
One of my hands fell from his neck, following the outline of his chest downward, tracing along his abs, down to his own rapidly thickening cock. “I guess I’m not the only one.”
“Detka, all you have to do is look at me and I get hard. So when I get to touch you, it’s little wonder.”
“I guess since we’re living together now, you’ll get to touch me more often.” I frowned almost the second I said it. “Except for the fact the kids are here. They’re kind of a mood killer. And the dog. It’s basically like having a third kid.”
“We’ll always make time for each other.” He resumed kissing me, teasing my cock with smooth strokes.
Despite what was happening downstairs, my brain had already kicked into overdrive with everything I’d been thinking about, prompting me to break away from his mouth with another frown. “I don’t think you realize what you’re in for. Have you been around kids? They’re fucking exhausting! And needy. And so. Fucking. Loud. Except for when they’re eerily quiet, then that means they’re off destroying or eating something they absolutely shouldn’t. Especially Ezra. And Nadia. See?! Another kid! Are yousureyou really want this insanity in your life? On adailybasis?”
“Yes,” he answered without any trace of hesitation. “I want you in all of your grumpy, sarcastic, sexy glory”—he pressed a kiss along my neck and shoulder with each trait—“and I want your siblings and my dog to turn this place into one crazy, chaotic mess that we’ll have to pick up every night only to do it again the next day. I want alifewith you, Marek. You’re not a trophy to be admired once a week and hidden away the rest of the time. The children aren’t here out of charity or novelty. They’re here because they’re your family and if you let me, they’ll be my family too.”
“Ireallydon’t deserve you,” I whispered, trying not to listen to the chorus of negativity in my head.
“You deserve more than me. Life won’t always be easy, I have no illusions about that, but I promise to do right by you.”
Overcome with love and gratitude for the man in front of me, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him again. He moved me backward a step, pressing me against the warm, tile wall, kissing me with so much passion it made my head spin.
Reaching over to the built-in shelf, he squirted some body wash into his hands and lathered them up, spreading the fragrant suds all over me, half massaging, half cleansing, working from my shoulders downward.
Instead of jerking me off, as I hoped, he gave a couple of passing swipes to my dick and massaged my balls gently. His lips returned to mine and I kissed him hard, angling my hips to give him room, even though I had a feeling he’d only tease me longer. Driving me crazy seemed to be one of his favorite things in the world and I loved/hated him for it.
His soapy fingers slid from my taint up to my rim, circling it slowly. My moan turned to a growl when he guided them up along the furrow of my ass and back down again, skimming right past my hole.
I could feel him smiling against my neck before he kissed me and bit down gently, sucking my wet skin with the same unhurried pace he did everything. I tried distracting myself by stroking his cock but as soon as his fingers ghosted over my hole again, all of my attention went to my ass and I forgot that a handjob required the hand in question to actually move.
It didn’t matter. A moment later, Misha spun me away from him and nudged me toward the tiled bench on the adjacent wall. I braced against it and arched my back, waiting impatiently.
He caressed my asscheeks before spreading them open, circling his thumbs over the sensitive skin. A direct stream of warm liquid washed over my hole, too thin and too much to be spit. Curious and slightly concerned, I glanced over my shoulder as he straightened, collecting water from one of the sprayers in his mouth and then doing the exact same thing he’d apparently done before.
As soon as his little fountain trick ran out of water, he dragged his tongue over my hole, digging his fingers into me to keep me from jerking away from him.
“Warn me next time,” I breathed, widening my stance.
“That’s not as fun,” he replied, grazing his teeth against my cheek before going back to what he was doing. He twirled his tongue around my rim and taint lazily, stroking my cock until I was panting and trying my best to fuck his hand. Of course, he stopped the second I got too zealous and focused entirely on my ass, alternating languid licks with kisses and gentle sucking, which had the dual effect of feeling amazing and making me even more desperate.
As much as I didn’t want to invoke the W-card, I couldn’t take the slow torture anymore. “I want your dick in me, Mishka.”
“Maybe we should go to the bedroom…”
“No. Right here.” I slid a hand over my ass and pushed two fingers inside, hoping a visual might convince him. I wasn’t sure if it was working or not until I looked over my shoulder, happy to see he was jerking his cock, watching my hand with rapt attention.
“Don’t move,” he said, stepping out of the shower.
I didn’t move from where I stood but I kept fingering myself while he was gone. Even though I was hornier than hell and I’d acclimated pretty quickly to the size of his dick, it wouldn’t hurt to speed things along myself so he couldn’t use it as an excuse to go even slower.
Misha returned a moment later with a bottle of lube. His fingers were already slick when he slid them up my taint. I didn’t even have time to get my hand out of the way before he worked one finger in next to mine.
“Oh fuck me.” I blew out a breath, letting the pleasure override the shock of the intrusion and the faint burn as my hole stretched around all three fingers.
“That’s what you wanted, right?” He pushed his finger in deeper before dragging it backward slowly.
About ten seconds after he spoke, I realized he’d asked a question. “Yes. Now.” I slid my fingers out and braced both hands against the tile bench. “I’m ready. I’m so fucking ready.”
“Mhmm.” He ran his fingertips down my spine, flattening his palm over my lower back. I took a hint and arched as much as I could so he had a better angle. Maybe we should have gone to the bed but I didn’t want the kids to hear, so I was hoping the shower and two closed doors would drown out anything.
Holding me by the hip, his cock nudged against my hole, pressing inside slowly but steadily. The burn my fingers had started erupted into an inferno, searing right through me the deeper he went. By the time he bottomed out, my legs were quivering from the effort of keeping myself upright.
