His hand slides between my legs, his finger finding my entrance again. I feel him press into me, just that one finger a tight fit, and his mouth thins with concentration. “You’re too tight for me, Sienna,” he murmurs. “I don’t want to hurt you?—”
My eyes go wide with alarm, with the thought that he might stop, but he chuckles. “I’ll just need to make you come again,zhena,” hemurmurs. “Until you’re nice and relaxed, as wet as you can possibly be for me.”
“What if—” I swallow hard, suddenly nervous at how tight I feel around his finger, how much more of a stretch I know his cock will be. “What if it takes a long time?”
His eyes narrow, darkening. “It can take all fucking night, Sienna. I’ll fuck my wife when she’s good and ready for me, not before. And—” He bends his head from where he’s lying between my thighs, taking a long, lazy lick along my pussy that leaves me whimpering. “There’s no place I’d rather be than in between your legs, no matter what I’m doing here.”
I feel like I can’t breathe. I squirm against his finger, my hips arching, already wanting more. “Damian?—”
“Slow, Sienna. You asked for slow. You need slow.” His finger curls inside of me, slowly stroking. “Relax. Let yourself feel all of it,koshka. There’s no rush.”
Icanfeel all of it. It’s almost too much, like my body can’t contain everything that I’m feeling now. Damian doesn’t stop, his finger moving in slow strokes inside of me, his tongue soft and lazy against my flesh, slowly building that pleasurable pressure in my core again.
I’m so focused on how good his tongue feels, that hot, wet slide that leaves me gasping and trembling, that I don’t notice at first that he’s added a second finger. My hips jerk when I realize it, a moan slipping from my lips at how full I feel. And if I feel like this from just his fingers?—
Damian curses under his breath. “I should never have made you take me. You’re too tight?—”
“I’m fine,” I gasp, twisting with pleasure on the sheets as he builds his pace slowly. “I want, Damian. I wantyou.Please.” I don’t even know entirely what I’m begging for any longer, only that I want him, all of him, and I won’t be satisfied until I get it.
Damian presses his mouth firmly between my thighs again, his tongue focusing on my swollen, oversensitive clit, and I buck underneath him, hard enough that he slings his free arm over my belly to hold me in place against the mattress. That show of strength sendsanother jolt of pleasure through me, a needy moan slipping from my lips, and I grind against his hand and mouth, desperate for more.
He groans against my skin, and I know he must be dying for his own pleasure, aching for it. But he doesn’t so much as reach down to touch himself, all of his focus on me, hands and mouth working to keep me in place, to pleasure me, to give me everything he can. And I can feel it building, my climax rising again until I can feel it spilling through my body, and I lose myself to it, crying out his name as he makes me come for a second time.
Damian doesn’t stop this time. His fingers thrust harder, scissoring inside my fluttering, clenching pussy, his mouth sucking and licking relentlessly at my clit, throwing me headlong into a third climax on the heels of the second, and I’m a mess of sweat and arousal, begging him through moans for more, even as my body shudders and writhes with the pleasure coursing through me.
He pulls back, rising up on his knees, and he looks wrecked, too. His blond hair is tousled, his fingers and mouth gleaming with my arousal, and he grabs the neck of his shirt, ripping it over his head with one hand as he shoves down his sweatpants with the other. “I need—” He groans, kicking his clothing off and tossing it aside as if he can’t get it off fast enough. “Fuck,zhena, I need you.”
His cock is so hard that it’s pressed to his abdomen, streaking his taut flesh with pre-cum, his muscles tight and his shaft throbbing. He leans over me, reaching down to grip himself with one hand, and gives a quick shake of his head.
“Slow,” he repeats, more to himself than to me now, his voice a husky rasp as he guides his cock between my thighs. “Fuck,Sienna?—”
The word sounds like a plea, although I have no idea for what. I look up at him, reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck, one hand curling against the back of it as I pull him down for another kiss.
“I want you,” I whisper, just before his lips touch mine, and he groans as I feel the blunt head of his cock push between my drenched folds.
I can only imagine how excruciating it must be for him to go so slowly. He nestles himself against my entrance, sliding the thick head up and down the length of my slit, pushing it against my clit and making me gasp and moan at the hot pressure as he rubs himself against me. I rock my hips, needing more of it, and he lets out a throaty, groaning chuckle.
“Zhadnaya devushka,” he murmurs, and then he slides himself down to my entrance, holding himself there.
He breaks the kiss, his gaze meeting mine. “There’s something I should tell you,” he murmurs, his hips rocking lightly against me as he starts to press his thick tip into me. “When I was inside of you—” His hips shift forward, stretching me open as I feel him start to slide inside, “That was the first time I’ve ever been inside a woman bare. You, myzhena, my wife, are the first?—”
I cry out as I feel him slip inside of me, just the swollen head, and he goes still for a moment, breathing hard as his gaze holds mine. “The first and only woman I’ve ever felt like this,” he murmurs, and then he shifts forward, another inch of his thick cock opening me for him as he goes deeper.
The admission startles me. I hadn’t thought about it, had just assumed… wrongly, I suppose, I’d assumed a man like him had women however he wanted them. I didn’t stop to think if he’d always used protection; my own naivete, clearly. I should have, but I didn’t. And now…
Now, I realize that this means something to him too. That what happened earlier, what he felt with me, meant something.
“I want to erase before,” he murmurs, sliding in another inch. “I want to wipe away that memory. I only want you to remember this,dorogoy, only how this feels?—”
I clutch at his shoulders as I feel him sink in nearly to the hilt, my legs wrapping around his hips and backside as my nails dig into his shoulders. He groans at that, mouth pressed to my shoulder.
“Yes,scratch me,dikaya koshka.Fuck?—”
His hips snap forward, and he sinks into me fully, my body clasped around him as I shudder at the fullness, the painful pleasureof it. He feels so good, and I tug at his hair with one hand, wanting him to kiss me again.
When his lips meet mine, slow and hungry, his tongue sliding along my lower lip, I moan into his mouth. Nothing has ever felt so good, so satisfying. I don’t care about what happened before, it means nothing to me now. All there is isthis… Damian inside of me, around me, claiming me as his.
It’s all I want, in this moment.
