Nikolai
“I’m a virgin Nikolai”
Her words linger in the air for a solid minute, neither one of us moving.
She’s a virgin? A fucking virgin.
Sure, I suspected that she was inexperienced, but a virgin? My gaze roams over my wife’s figure, taking in every delicate curve, from the swell of her breasts to the flare of her hips then over the curve of her ass.
How is that even possible?
“Say something” she urges, biting down on her bottom lip. Don’t tell me, I study her expression, watching her press her lips into a thin line, is she nervous?
The corner of my mouth curves slightly as I take in the worried expression etched into her features. Was she worried that I’d be turned off by this? Did she think that her lack of experience made her inferior?
I want to tell her not to worry, but the words are lodged in my throat, and instead, I frame her face gently in my hands, stroking my thumb over the curve of her jaw as I press my forehead against hers.
“No other man has touched you before?”
She shakes her head, her face flushing crimson, “Not in the way you have”
A shudder rocks my body at her response, and I nearly come right there and then. I take a steadying breath, trying to regain some semblance of control. Her scent, her warmth, her innocence, everything about my wife is intoxicating, driving me to the brink of madness. She’s so goddamn hot it fucking pisses me off.
Fuck. In a single second, I slant my mouth over hers, claiming her lips with a hunger I can no longer contain. His lips part willingly under my touch and my wife lets out a sound between a moan and a gasp, her fingers curling around the fabric of my shirt as she presses herself closer to me. She tastes like fucking sunshine and rainbows and all the good things a man like me isn’t permitted to have.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
My hand finds her ass, gripping it firmly with one hand. The flesh fills my palm easily and that makes me groan again. I don’t consider myself a very patient man when it comes to sex, but I’m not usually like this.
My desire for my wife is messing with my head, and I am a willing participant to my needs.
No sex, she says. Fine, I can do that. I haven’t had sex for three years, what’s a couple more. For her, I can hold back. For her, I’ll be patient. But that doesn’t mean I won’t claim her in every other way tonight.
I’ll take her to the edge and watch as she falls off.
Biting down on her bottom lip, I make sure to tug it gently between my teeth, savouring the soft gasp she lets out when I break away.
“You have no idea what You’ve just done to me, Solnyshko,” I say while trailing kisses down her jaw towards her collarbone.
She lets out a desperate moan, her fingers scraping the side of my neck as she tilts her head back giving me better access.
“You shouldn’t have told me about your innocence. Because now,” I nipped harshly at her collarbone, “Now, I’m going to ruin you”
I release her and step away, leaving her bare and breathless as my eyes bear into hers. Her pupils are dilated and the heat I see whirling in her gaze makes her eyes look like molten amber.
“Get on the bed”
My words hold no warmth, just pure unsaturated lust.
She blinks at me, her eyes wide at the brutality behind my command. Slowly, she walks backwards until her legs hit the edge of the bed, and then she lowers herself onto the mattress.
My gaze falls to her chest, focusing on the way her nipples pebble against the delicate lace fabric of her bra. Her breasts look slightly bigger in that bra and the way they move with each ragged breath she takes in and lets out makes me want to rip the flimsy fabric away from her and take one hardened peak in my mouth.
My cock jerks to life at the thought, straining desperately against my pants and demanding release.
Patience.
“Good girl,” I praise, palming my aching length through my pants “Now lie back for me”
“Nikolai, I don’t – I don’t kn-”
“Do you trust me Malysh?” I ask, interrupting her stuttering. She bites down on her bottom lip not giving me a response.
“I asked you a question Malysh,” I repeat, stepping towards her until her gaze is level with my crouch. My hand goes to her jaw, my thumb slowly stroking over her cheekbones as she tilts her head back to look at me.
“Do you trust me?”
“No,” Her response is honest, her voice soft. Hesitation flashes in her gaze, but despite it, I can see the desire brimming to the surface.
I smile, the corner of my lips tipping up as I meet her hooded gaze. “Good. I’d be worried if you said you did”
“But I do want you”
My smile deepens. Now that is something we can both agree on.
“You want me Malysh?” A second passes and her reply passes through her lips in one single breath.
“Yes”
“Then lie back for me,” my gaze falls to the shoes on her leg, “Are those comfortable?”
She shakes her head slowly, still sawing her bottom lip.
“Take them off”
Her movements are hesitant but when she finally undoes the last string and lies back on the bed heeless, a satisfied growl rumbles through my chest.
“Such a good wife”
Her eyes never leave me and her body trembles in what I can only assume to be anticipation as she waits for my next command.
I unbutton my shirt with a few careful flicks of my wrist and toss the fabric to the ground, beside her dress
My gaze sweeps over her form on the bed, marvelling at the way the dark satin sheets cradle her flushed skin. She looks like a goddess all spread out like this, and I, her willing follower, commit every tremor, every gasp and the way her swollen lips part to memory.
Moya boginya. (My goddess)
Unabashed need courses through my veins and I move until I’m on my knees in front of her. Her eyelids flutter close, and a shiver rocks through her body when I cover her knees with my hands.
“Last night, when I heard you touching yourself in your bedroom. I wanted so much to break open the door and touch you”
I press a gentle kiss to her thigh, revelling in the softness of her skin. She fists the sheets at her side, her body quivering. The air in the room is filled with tension, static electricity and whatever bullshit romantics say.
My pulse dips and my heart rate spikes when I find her eyelids partially open and dilated pupils fixed on me.
“I thought about you” The admission is so soft I barely hear it.
“I know you did. I heard you loud and clear”
The idea of my wife thinking of another man while her fingers were playing with her pussy was enough to tip me over the edge especially since she was the only person on my mind when I came later that night
“Tell me what you thought about”
She blushes profusely at my request, and a small laugh works its way up my throat.
“No need to feel embarrassed Solnyshko. I just want to see if your fantasies align with mine”
Her throat bobs and a long pause fills the space between us as she wrestles with her hesitation.
Finally, she meets my gaze, her cheeks still flushed but her eyes determined.
“I thought about your hands,” She whispers, her voice struggling to steady, “I thought about the way it felt when you touched me in your car. I thought about when you..” A ragged breath escapes her throat, ” When you kissed me. How your hands felt around my waist and my throat as you held me when I came”
Fuck. A harsh breath whips out from my lungs. My wife likes to be choked.
“Tell me” I urge
“I thought about you pinning me down and I thought about your… your… you know… sliding inside me as I came.”
A sardonic grin graces the corners of my lips, “My what, Malyshka”, I whisper, parting her legs further and pressing a kiss on the inside of her thigh. Her hips rock off the bed seeking my mouth. Just a little higher and my lips will be on her pussy.
“My Cock?” She moans, then nods. “You thought about my cock sliding inside this pussy?”
“Yes”, She breathes, and her hand flies to my hair, gripping the strands.
Mmm, that feels good. I lift my head slightly so that I’m looking at her.
“Open your legs for me Malyshka. I want to see your cunt”
Her brows shoot up, but her hand remains in my hair, pulling the strands softly in her grasp. Why did that feel so good?
“You want to see my…” the words trail off on her tongue, shyness consuming her.
“Cunt, Solnyshko. I want to see it.”
“I don’t…”
For goodness sake.
“I’m going to give you space, Solnyshko and when I do, I want you to prop your legs on the bed and play with your pretty pussy until you break.”
It takes her a moment to understand the full gravity of my words. She had denied me last night, but I wanted to see the way she touched herself with my name on her tongue.
Finally, she nods and brings both her legs up to the bed, hesitating before parting them and allowing me the view I so desperately craved.
The sight of her, wet and glistening, in front of me is maddening. I wanted to, no, I needed to fuck her. To see if she can take all of me, every inch without breaking. The thought alone is enough to make my cock throb painfully in the confines of my pants.
A low growl vibrates in my chest, the sound filling the room as desire pools in my stomach.
No sex. No sex. No sex. No sex. I chant over and over in my head as I lean back on my heels.
She wants her first time to be special and I’m going to respect that no matter how badly I want to sink my cock inside her.
“Touch yourself” the command is a low rasp. She nods, bringing her hand to her slick folds, hesitating for a moment, as she sinks one finger inside of her.
Damn it.
Her fingers move with delicate precision, in and out, stroking herself until she’s panting and wiggling off the bed.
“Yes,” I hiss, watching her work herself to oblivion.
Her lips part in a soft gasp and I watch, mesmerized by the way her fingers glisten with her arousal.
“That’s it, Solnyshko; show me how you touched yourself last night. Did you wish it was my fingers inside you?”
She moans something unintelligible and continues to stroke herself.
The pressure soon becomes too much and her hand reaches up to cup her breast.
“Yes,” I rasp, watching the way her fingers toy with the soft mounds. “Does my wife enjoy fucking herself in front of me?” Her eyes fall shut and it’s only then I decided that she’s had enough.
“Stop” My words cut through her lustful haze, sharp and commanding. Her eyes fly open, and she stares down at me, confusion mingling with lustful annoyance swimming in her gaze.
“Please, Nikolai, Let me come. I need it, just…”
She’s sobbing now, her need for release clouding her reasoning.
“Shhh baby, I know.” I lean down and place a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh.
“No, you don’t”
I suppress the grin threatening to split my face as a single tear drop rolls down her cheek. She stares down at me through damp eyelids.
“Do you know why I asked you to stop?” I ask, my gaze is dark and heavy, trailing over her skin.
She shakes her head, her bottom lip quivering.
“It’s because only I get to make you come.” Gritting my teeth, I remove her finger and replace it with mine. She arches off the bed, her hands flying to my hair and I add another one
“Nikolai” She gasps, “It’s too much… I can’t” She tugs my hair, mewling loudly.
I groan at how tight she is, her sex dripping around my fingers like she’s missed me.
I brush a kiss against the side of her hip, “Say you want me again”
“I want you” She gasps, twisting the strands of my hair.
“Only me?”
“Only you. I want you to touch me, Nikolai. Make me come” A shuddering breath escapes her throat and she grips the back of my neck. “Please”
That’s all it takes for my hand to be replaced by my mouth.
Her eyes flash and she grips my hair tightly. I hold my fingers still as she tries to rock her hips, but my hand on her thigh stops her from moving.
I take my time between my wife’s legs. Tasting, sucking and nibbling her until she can barely form a coherent thought.
Her breath comes out in ragged pants, each gasp punctuated by the sound of my name on her tongue.
My wife calls my name, like a whispered prayer, which is enough to have me teethering off the point of no return.
My hand tightens around her thigh, spreading her wider, and I take the opportunity to sink two of my fingers back inside her as I lap at her core.
Her moan is brutal and her legs tighten around my head like she’s trying to hold on.
When I slow, she sends a death glare in my direction and I would’ve laughed if not for the fact that I was completely consumed by her.
My wife hates to be deprived.
“Do that again” She demands hotily, her body wracking with tremors.
I do. Over and over until she explodes on my tongue, a mirage of ecstasy that leaves her trembling and breathless beneath me. Her cries echo off the walls of my room, her grip on my hair tightening to an almost painful point as she succumbs to the pleasure.
I don’t stop. I lap at her juices, drinking up every bit of her until there’s nothing left.
Her thighs quiver in my hand, her fingers tugging weakly at my hair as she tries to pull me away but I don’t let up. Not until I’m through.
When it’s over, and I’ve happily given my wife three consecutive orgasms, she simply falls into the arms of sleep, her head on my chest and soft snores resonating in the room.