Page 52 of Paved in Hate
He looks down at me and smiles. “Absolutely worth it,ptichka.” Leaning closer, he kisses me gently and whispers, “How are you feeling today?”
“Sore.”
He smiles even bigger before giving my bottom lip a soft suck. “Good. I want you to think of me with every step you take today.”
I shift my weight and wince. “Yeah, that won’t be a problem.”
“I’m sorry, baby.”
I laugh. “I might actually believe that if you weren’t still grinning so damn big.”
“Okay, so maybe I’m a little bit happy that you’re sore, but it’s just because it reminds me that it was your first time and that I’m the lucky bastard who got to share it with you.”
Reaching down, he gently cups my pussy, pulling a moan from me that has nothing to do with how sore I am.
“I’ll make it up to you later, baby, I promise, but first you need to eat.”
Vitaly manages to cook me a big breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon and only burns the toast a little bit. After we eat, I show him the nursery, but he just picks me up and kisses me.
“Baby, I’ve been in here every night to see what you’ve done. I may have been hiding at the club, but I came back every night to check on you. I walked around in here to see what new things you’d painted, stunned by your talent every damn time, and then I’d go upstairs and watch you sleep. You like to kick your covers off, so I wanted to make sure you were warm enough.” He gives a soft shrug. “And then I couldn’t bring myself to leave. I’d usually stay and watch you until the sun came up.”
“You did?”
“I did.” He gives me another soft kiss. “I’m sorry I ran. I promise you it won’t ever happen again, but I need you to know that I was watching over you the whole time.”
“Thanks for telling me. We were getting along so well, and then you just left, so I thought you’d changed your mind about me.”
“Never, baby. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.”
I smile and bring my lips to his. “That sounds perfect to me.”
He carries me upstairs and insists on checking my feet again before getting into the shower with me. Knowing I’m too sore for sex, he washes me slowly and then uses his fingers to make me come, whispering in my ear all the things he plans to do to me later. By the time we get out of the shower, I feel drunk on lust and more than a little unsteady on my feet.
Laughing, he wraps a towel around me and carries me to the closet. “Okay, baby, let’s get this damn lunch over with.”
I start looking through my clothes, more than ready to be done with my old family so I can embrace my new one. While he dresses in a suit, I grab a simple black dress and matching heels.
“Goddamn.”
I turn around to see him staring at me with a hungry look in his gorgeous eyes. His eyes run over me, the slow perusal making me squirm before he’s even halfway up my body. The corner of his mouth lifts up in a sexy smirk, and by the time his eyes reach mine, I’m more than ready to just go back to bed. He steps closer, lightly grazing his fingers along my hips before he kneels in front of me.
“I think you started something last night,ptichka.” His hands run under my dress and up my thighs before hooking his fingers under the sides of my panties. “I like knowing you aren’t wearing anything under your dresses.”
He gives me a wink and slowly pulls my panties down. Once they hit my ankles, I use his shoulders for balance and step out of them. Instead of standing back up, he groans and buries his head under my dress.
“Fuck,” I gasp, when he immediately plunges his tongue inside me. “Vitaly,” I moan, still sensitive from the orgasms he just gave me in the shower.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he growls against my pussy. “I need you to give me one more.”
“I’m starting to think that’s your life’s motto.”
He laughs and the heat of it against my sensitive folds sends a shiver of pure bliss through me.
“I want you to come on my face. If I have to endure lunch with your brothers, I’m going to do it with the smell of their sister’s pussy on my face.”
He gives my clit a soft suck, pulling another moan from me.
“It’s the only thing that’s going to keep me sane.”
