Nikolai
“About last night,” Ava begins, her voice low, unsure.
I hadn’t stayed home last night after putting her to bed, mainly because I wasn’t sure I could control myself if I stayed in the same room as her and not touch her. I slept in my daughter’s room last night, something I hadn’t done since I married Ava.
She immediately passed out after her orgasm, and the memory of her above me, gasping and writhing as she chased her high, still lingered in my mind. I haven’t been able to get the image of how desperate she looked above me out of my mind all day and I’d caught my cock hardening several times throughout the day at the image.
The way her body shuddered, and her eyes blazed with hunger stirred something inside me. A deep wave of lust had overcome me and I was ready to drown in the tide.
I’ve been celibate for three years and not once has a woman had me so close to the edge with just a single touch. Until her.
Fuck.
She tips her head back to meet my gaze, exposing her delicate neck to me, and for a moment, I’m reminded of how much I’d wanted to wrap my hand around her neck last night.
“It was..” Earth-shattering, mind-numbing, sensational, I could think of quite several adjectives to describe just how good last night had been but none would cut close to how it felt, “A mistake”
Silence.
A mistake?
Of all the things I expected my wife to want to talk about when I got her text, her calling what we shared a mistake was not on my agenda.
She thought what happened between us last night was a mistake?
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the little noises she made when she came on my leg and here she is calling what happened a mistake?
“Elaborate” I bite out, the word heavy with restrained anger.
Ava shifts her feet nervously, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she exhales a shaky breath, “I’m not usually like that.” She explains,
“Hot and needy?”
She blushes, “Whiny and begging” She exhales shakily, “I don’t know what came over me. I practically threw myself at you, and for that, I’m sorry.”
First, it was a mistake, and now she’s sorry?
I laugh but the sound holds no humour, “You really know how to stroke a man’s ego Solnyshko”
Her brows knit together, furious, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I take a step towards her and she takes a step back, trying to maintain the distance between us.
“It means that I can’t help but notice how quickly you are to dismiss everything that happens between us,”
“I’m not dismissing anything” she argues, “I’m simply trying to apologise for something that neither of us wanted to happen. Why are you making me the bad guy here?”
Neither one of us wanted to happen? Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, I wanted it. I wanted her so badly that when she gave me an opportunity I took it. How can she not see that?
“Tell me Solnyshko,” I say, taking a step towards her, “what exactly about last night screamed that I didn’t want it to happen?”
She opens her mouth then snaps it shut.
“Was it when I pulled you into my lap and asked you to ride me?” I take another step forward, my voice low and dangerous.
“Or was it when I asked you to show me how much you like it when I touch you?”
Her face flushes and I can see the internal battle waging in her mind. I press closer watching her struggle to maintain her composure. When her back hits the counter, she gasps, and I take the opportunity to place both my hands on either side of her, trapping her.
Her lips press together tightly in an attempt to hold her ground, but then I notice the way her legs rub together, and a growl rips through my throat.
She still wants me.
She catches my gaze and turns away, embarrassment clouding her expression, but the moment I catch her trying to hide I press into her. She whimpers, the sound sending a jolt straight to my cock.
Fuck.
When we kissed in my office, I had given her the space I thought she needed, and she used it to hide from me. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. She wants to talk? Fine, we’ll talk. But I won’t let her call what happened between us a mistake. Not again.
“Nikolai..” she trails off uncertainty clouding in her eyes. She drops her chin, and in an instant, my hand is under her jaw, lifting her gaze to meet mine.
“Tell me, Solnyshko,”, I say, my voice coming out rougher than I intended, “Tell me you didn’t feel anything between us. Tell me you didn’t want what happened between us as much as I did. Tell me that and I promise you that it’ll never happen again”.
She swallows, her throat bobbing as she does and a hint of hesitation flickers in her gaze. When she doesn’t respond, I lean in so closely, that we’re practically sharing the same air.
She shudders, pressing a hand against my chest, neither pulling nor pushing me away. I feel a thin layer of doubt work its way between us until it’s tugging at her fingers. But underneath it all there’s something else. Something raw and
unfiltered, something she tries to hide and desperately fails.
I press my forehead against hers, not giving her the chance to hide from me. “Tell me, Solnyshko, I fucking dare you”, I exhale roughly, my gaze dropping south as I place a hand on her waist before dragging it down the curve of her hip.
She trembles, her lips parting. Her eyes are wide with the same wild look from last night.
Lust.
“I didn’t” she lies.
I laugh, tilting her chin up gently to meet my gaze, “Chertov lzhets.” I whisper harshly and slam my lips on hers.
(Fucking liar.)
Her body stiffens, and the hand on my chest tries to push me away, but I don’t let her. I reach a hand between us, wrapping around her wrist. She tries to pull away, tries to push me away but I don’t let her. I need her far too much, and she needs me.
I can feel her resistance, her struggle, but most of all, I can feel her desire. It bleeds between us, unashamed and waton and I know she needs this as much as I do.
Her pulse quickens beneath my fingertips and the way her chest rises and falls tells me everything I need to know. A mistake? My little fucking liar.
I’ll show her what this is and the word mistake doesn’t even make the list.
I tug her wrist until her hand is around my neck and I groan when she sinks her fingers into my hair.
Nebesa (Heaven)
That’s what she tastes like.
Her lips are warm, trembling beneath mine as she succumbs to the desire.
I press one hand to her waist, applying pressure and effectively pinning her between the counter and me. She moans into the kiss, tugging at the hair at the base of my neck as she tries and fails to keep up with the pace I set.
I should slow down, allow her to catch up, but I can’t. I’m too fucking depraved right now to think straight. I want to teach her a lesson for calling what we shared a mistake. I want to punish her until she begs me to stop.
Her lower lip nestles into the space between mine and I suck it into my mouth before nipping at the tender flesh lightly with my teeth and soothing the sting with my tongue.
“Ah” ” she hisses, but the sound quickly melts into a moan, and she uses her fingers to tug me closer by my hair, deepening the kiss. She slides her tongue into my mouth and my cock goes as hard as a rock.
Der’mo (Shit.)
I bite down on her lower lip once more, harder this time, and I wrap a hand around her neck, using it to angle her head back.
When my fingers tangle in her curls, I pull, eliciting a wince from deep within her throat. I let out a needy groan when she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth. I drop a hand to her ass, kneading the flesh before I pull my hand back to her waist and lift her on the counter until half her ass is hanging off the edge.
My mouth slides from hers and I kiss her jaw, her neck. There’s a little constellation of freckles on her skin, something that had escaped my line of vision yesterday and I kiss those too. One after the other until I find her pulse and bite down on it.
A tiny whimper of pleasure breaks into the air and I want nothing more than to hear it again. Her skin is flushed crimson, and her lips are parted as hot, shallow pants escape her mouth.
She might not want to admit it to me yet but her body wants me. She craves me just as much as I crave her and fuck if I’m going to let her slip through my fingers again without knowing what she tastes like.
“Nikolai”, She gasps when I start to fall to my knees; she shivers, “What are you doing?”
I push her dress up allowing myself to admire the soft creamy skin of her thighs, the muscles taut and trembling beneath my fingertips.
“Talking,” I whisper placing a kiss on the exposed flesh. She’s done her share of the conversation and now it’s my turn. Her fingers tremble as she grips the edge of the counter, the tension in her body tight. I press a kiss to her inner thigh and her eyes snap open, fluttering to me on my knees before her.
The sight of her dripping and exposed for me causes my cock to strain against my pants and I have to remind myself why I’m doing this.
“Nikolai,” She begs, widening her legs slightly to accommodate my size. I chuckle darkly the sound taunting.
“I want to punish you Solnyshko,” I whisper pushing her dress higher until her black lace thong is exposed to me, I dip my head lower, pressing another kiss to her inner thigh, “I want you to beg and writhe until you can’t take it anymore”
She moans, her fingers curling in her hair and tugging me back to meet her heated stare.
“Still think this is a mistake?”
She bites down on her bottom lips, not giving me a response. I squeeze her thigh and she yelps,
“Answer me”
“N-No”
“No what?”
“No, it’s not a mistake, ”
“Good girl” I kiss her knee, “Now spread these legs for me, I want to taste you”
Her skin is hot all over and when she finally parts her legs for me to get a better look at her a single word rips through the air, stopping me in my tacks
“Papa?”