My beautiful Russian bride stands, her naked body on full display for me as her eyes roam slowly from my open pants to my abs, my chest, then my face. She’s blushing fully now, and I can see the heat of appreciation in her gaze.
“Like what you see?” I tease, quirking an eyebrow playfully.
“I … didn’t expect you to be quite so … fit.”
Chuckling darkly, I step closer to hook a finger beneath her chin, and I tilt her face up so our lips are nearly brushing. “I think you’ll find me pleasantly surprising in many ways,tesoro,” I murmur. Then I seal our lips with a kiss.
Tatiana’s breath catches, her breasts rising until her nipples brush lightly against my chest, and my cock throbs to be inside her. But I intend to take my time and make her enjoy every moment. Trapping her jaw with one hand, I brush the smooth skin of her abdomen with my fingertips.
Goosebumps rise across her flesh as I touch her with a feather lightness, exploring her perfection with intimate detail, and when I reach the soft, full swell of her breast, she gasps. Ipalm the supple orb, relishing the way it fills my hand and oozes between my fingers. She’s so beautifully curvy in such a natural way.
Catching the hard nub of her nipple between my finger and thumb, I roll it gently, and when Tatiana cries out against my lips, I can hear the pleasure in her voice. I delve my tongue into her mouth, savoring her sweet taste as I kiss her more deeply. Then, as I continue to claim her lips, I wrap an arm around her waist. Guiding her backwards, I walk her to the full-length mirror I intend to take her against—because I want to watch her pleasure from every angle.
Coming to a stop right in front of it, I grasp her hips and spin her around.
Tatiana’s lips part, her breath rushing from her at the unexpected shift, and her hands fly out to catch her, palms pressing flat against the mirror.
“Hmm,” I murmur appreciatively. “That’s perfect.”
Her gorgeous breasts are on full display, the curve of her waist and full hips like an hourglass in the mirror, and her feet are shoulder-width apart in an effort to keep her balance. Every last feminine inch of her is exposed and inviting. I take a step back, running my hands down the curve of her beautiful back until my fingers find the matching set of dimples at the base of her spine.
Her full ass presses back just slightly from her arched back as she leans forward against the glass, and I just can’t help myself. I run my palm over the smooth fullness before I give her a light spank.
Tatiana gasps, her jaw dropping in shock as her blue eyes meet mine in her reflection. But after a slight jerk, she doesn’t flinch away from me. Instead, her hips rock back slightly into my hand—as if of their own accord.
“God, you’re so perfect,” I groan, tracing the seam of her full, firm ass with a finger.
Then I step forward, bringing my hips against her exposed flesh as I reach around to find the peak of her thighs once more. I hold Tatiana’s gaze with mine as I wrap one arm around her waist to cradle a full breast, and I find her clit with my other hand.
She whimpers, her lips pressing closed as her chin trembles, then her hips roll back against me, silently confirming her arousal. Not that I could miss it. She’s still wet from her first orgasm, her folds silky and slick.
Her eyelids flutter closed as her eyes roll into the back of her head, and while I love seeing the sign of pleasure, I’m not done looking at their beautiful electric-blue color.
“Look at me,” I growl, circling her clit more adamantly with my fingers.
Tatiana’s eyes fly open, fresh color flushing her cheeks, and I can see the defiance burning in their depths. But she couldn’t refuse me. She’s wired to obey—even if it pisses her off. Damn is that sexy.
“I want you to see just how beautiful you are when you come,” I murmur. Then I lean in to press my lips to her bare shoulder and lightly nip the soft skin.
Tatiana shivers, her nipples tightening as they grow perkier, and her thighs tremble. With each ragged intake of breath, she’s growing more aroused. I can see it in the fire of her gaze, the way her body curves and rocks against me—only slightly, as if she’s fighting to hide her pleasure. But her slick juices are enough to tell me she’s eager for my cock, and she’s getting wetter by the second.
“I think you’re ready for me,principessa,” I murmur.
Tatiana releases a pained moan as my hands leave her body so I can draw my cock out of my pants. Precum beads at my thicktip because pleasuring my Russian bride is massively arousing. As I palm one full ass cheek to spread her open, I run my throbbing cockhead along the slick seam of her pussy.
She feels sinfully soft, and while I’ve slept with more women than I can count, I’ve never risked doing so without a condom before. It feels infinitely better and intensely intimate, the heat from Tatiana’s flesh warming my swollen tip as I collect her juices to make penetration pleasurable from the very first thrust.
Her entrance is warm and tight as I find it, and as I grasp her hips with both hands, I press slowly, luxuriously inside of her.
Tatiana cries out, her walls rippling around my thick length as I fill her inch by inch. She feels a thousand times better than I possibly could have imagined, and the thought of filling her with my seed is all the more exciting.
“You feel so good,” I groan as I start to rock inside her tight, wet depths. “And after tonight, maybe you’ll have my baby inside you.”
Tatiana’s cheeks flush, her fingers curling against the mirror, and her eyelids sink dangerously low in a sensual look of pleasure. She’s trying to keep them open, to look at me like a good girl, but at the same time, she’s squirming back against me, eager for more.
I give it to her, pressing my full, considerable length deep inside her as I reach around to tease her clit with my fingers.
“Oh God!” Tatiana gasps, her back arching and her arms giving out until her breasts are pressed against the cool mirrored surface.
