Ava
I wake up to the feeling of my husband’s lips dotting wet kisses across my cheeks, down the column of my neck to the base of my throat and then lower.
I stir in the bed, my eyes still closed, when I feel his smile against my skin.
“I know you’re awake, Solnyshko” Nikolai’s deep, husky morning voice rumbles against my collarbone, sending goosebumps erupting all over my skin.
He sounds so good for someone who just woke up.
“Open those pretty eyes for me”
He drops another kiss on my collarbone, following it with a quick nip. I wince, involuntarily arching towards him. My eyes snap open and I glance down at the head of dark curls brushing lightly against my chest.
Nikolai lifts his head, his piercing green eyes colliding with mine. His lips stretch into a slow, lazy smirk as he looks at me, and I can feel the organ in my chest go into partial shock from how gorgeous my husband looks at the moment.
A small teasing glint sparks in his eyes when he sees me watching him and my body tenses when his fingers brush the hem of the shirt I’d slept in. His shirt.
“There she is. Good morning sweetheart”
Sweetheart? That’s a new one. I like it.
His fingers stroke my thigh, tracing long possessive circles up my shirt until his fingers were only a whisper away from my panties.
I swallow hard, my pulse thrumming wildly beneath his touch. His weight is partially draped over me, his bare skin exposed to the beaming sunlight drifting in through the windows. I take it all in. The sight of his scars and tattoos and the now yellowish tinge where the bruise he’d come back with three days ago used to be.
After I helped him take care of his bruise I made sure to keep him under strict supervision while he healed. During the day, he was confined to this bed, where I could keep a close eye on him and make sure he wasn’t straining his injuries and if I wasn’t around I’d have Kira or Kat take over watch.
Some might call my methods excessive, but I knew Nikolai enough to know that he enjoyed the attention far more than he let on.
“What are you doing?” My voice sounds breathless and barely recognizable in my ears. He pushes the hem of my shirt up a bit, exposing more of my skin to him.
“Waking you up”
“Well, I’m up”, I squeak, wiggling subtly.
He makes a small humming noise against my chest and the sound vibrates throughout the rest of my body.
His fingers splay across my thigh, warm and firm, keeping me in place as he lazily drags his lips back up my body, stopping just below my ear.
“There you are, Solnyshko.” he bites on my earlobe, tugging the tender flesh gently between his teeth before releasing it and running his tongue over it. Unable to hold back, a moan escapes me. My hands fly to his biceps, gripping firmly before sliding up his shoulders.
“Did you sleep well?” He asks, his warm breath fanning my skin and I mutter a small yes.
Nikolai pulls back slightly, his gaze roaming my features with an expression I’ve never seen before.
I arch a brow, “What is it? Is there something on my face?”
I stayed at the studio in school pretty late yesterday trying to finish up my painting, and when I came home, I hadn’t bothered to shower. I simply washed my face and changed before heading straight to bed. I was tired when I came in, so I wouldn’t be surprised if I missed a spot and some leftover paint still stuck on my face.
Nikolai smirks, shaking his head. “No, Solnyshko,” he murmurs, his fingers brushing lightly over my jaw as he tilts my face until I’m staring into his eyes. “You’re just… beautiful.”
He says it like he’s in awe and my heart flutters from the impact of his words.
This isn’t fair. Nikolai is supposed to be cruel. He’s supposed to hate me and I’m supposed to hate him. But every time he looks at me like this, every time he touches me like I’m the most precious thing to walk the surface he makes it harder for me to even remember why I should push him away.
I clear my throat, attempting to ignore the way my pulse spikes when his gaze drops to my lips and I duck my head.
“I think you should get off now.”
He shakes his head. “No, not yet, I want to try something first.”
My brows furrow. “What do you want to… oh my God?” Before the words can fully leave my lips, he pushes up the hem of my shirt past my stomach and then my breasts until I’m completely exposed to the cool morning air.
I suck in a sharp inhale of breath, my body reacting instinctively to the sudden chill in the room and the intensity behind his gaze. His eyes darken when they land on my breast. He stares at my nipples which are now painfully erect and begging for his attention.
He brushes his fingers over the curve of my breast and then he flicks the hardened bud once, twice.
My body arches into him with such a moan. The sound bounces off the walls and into the tiny space between us. Nikolai doesn’t let me get too far and uses his other hand on my hip to hold me steady.
“Nikolai,” I gasp, the spot between my thighs already tingling from the sensation of his touch.
Heat pools low in my abdomen, and my fingers dig into his shoulders, desperate for something to hold onto.
He hums in satisfaction, his lips curving against my skin. “So responsive,” he murmurs, his accented voice thick with approval. “I like that.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to control the way my body trembles beneath him, but it’s useless.
“I really like that”
Heat rushes to my face and my entire body feels like it’s on fire. His bare skin feels so hot against mine and I drag my fingers over the jagged lines on his shoulders.
He releases a shuddering breath, and then he presses his lips to my forehead, my brow, and my nose; his lips burn a searing trail of kisses down the column of my throat until they stop right on top of my breast.
In one swift second, he sucks a nipple into his mouth, and my body instantly bucks off the bed.
Wow.
“Nikolai…” I draw out his name like a desperate plea as hot sweet pleasure fills me from the inside out. My body feels hot all over, like I’ve been set on fire and the only way to put it out is if Nikolai crawls his way inside me and extinguishes it himself.
Maybe I should have felt embarrassed by the sounds I was making, or maybe I should’ve pushed him off me the moment I woke up and found him on top of me, but if I had done that, I probably wouldn’t have felt the high his touch brings to my body at this moment.
He trails down every inch of my breast, kissing it as he would my mouth. He uses his lips, tongue and teeth, each part working in tandem to bring me the right amount of pressure and pleasure.
He releases the bud with a pop so loud it echoes in the quiet room, sending a fresh wave of heat straight between my thighs. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my body shivering beneath him. He takes the other nipple in his mouth, leathering it with the same amount of attention he did the first. Each swipe of his tongue makes me more desperate than the last, and my veins liquify as white light shoots behind my eyes, causing the pressure in my stomach to burst into tingles and moans.
Nikolai watches me intently as I come down from my high, his gaze never wavering until my entire body calms from the aftershock of my orgasm.
“Sovershenstvo,” he murmurs admiringly, dusting kisses over my face.
(Perfection)
When it’s over I blink up at him, my body still very much humming from my pleasure.
I just came from Nikolai sucking on my tits alone.
“That was…” I start to say then stop, “I’ve never…” I try again.
“Come from getting your tits played with?” Nikolai offers, voice brimming with unrestrained pride which only makes my face burn brightly.
I didn’t even know orgasms from nipple play alone were possible until this very moment.
It’s not like I’ve had much practice besides him. Nikolai is the first man to ever give me an orgasm with his fingers and his mouth. He’s also the first man that makes me want to surrender to the sensations only he seems capable of pulling out of my body.
He moves to get off me but I stop him with a hand pressing firmly against his chest. I widen my legs slightly to accommodate his size better and to give myself more room for what I’m about to do.
His body tenses as my fingers trace over his warm skin, over his taut muscles, dusting over scars as I slide my hand down and into his sweatpants, gripping his erection.
“Fuck” Nikolai curses, and then roll his hips into my hand. “You want to touch me Malyshka?”
I bite down on my bottom lip, nodding, too scared to say the words.
I had no idea what I was doing or what even possessed me to touch him the way I was touching him right now. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he’d given me. Maybe it was instinct. This need I feel to watch him unravel the way he’d watched me countless times before.
“Fine,” He growls, nostrils flaring, “Fucking touch me, Ava.”
Nikolai’s breath hitches as I curl my fingers around him, feeling the velvety hardness pulse against my palm. His fingers dig into my thigh that’s wrapped around him, a low groan vibrating in his chest as his head dips forward, dark curls brushing against my cheek as he buries his face into the crook of my neck.
“Is this okay?” I ask, my insecurity crawling to the surface. Nikolai is far more experienced than I am in these things, and the last thing I want is to do something wrong that doesn’t make him feel good. I want to make him feel even an ounce of what he’s made me feel.
“Yesli eto ray, ya nikogda ne khochu yego pokidat’.” he murmurs, his voice hoarse, edged with something raw and deep, “It’s more than okay, Solnyshko, just don’t stop touching me.”
(If this is heaven, I never want to leave.)
I never thought I’d see the day when I’d make my husband beg for me not to stop touching, and something about knowing how desperate he is for my touch makes a bundle of pride swell in my chest.
Nikolai thrusts into my hand, seeking friction, and it isn’t until that exact moment I realise the full extent of what he’s working with.
Jesus.
I knew Nikolai was big; I’d felt it when we dry-humped in his car and when he kissed me in his office. But knowing it and having it in my hand, feeling it are two completely different things.
He’ll never fit.
Lifting his head away from my shoulder, he looks at me, those green eyes of his holding me captive. He doesn’t look at me like I’m silly or inexperienced but he watches me like he can’t get enough of me.
“I’m going to need you to grip me harder Solnyshko”
I tighten my grip around him, earning a sharp hiss from Nikolai. His hands flex against my thighs, his muscles taut with restraint.
“Just like that, Malyshka,” he grits out. “Keep going.”
I do as he says, stroking him from base to tip, using the wetness at his slit to stroke his shaft.
His abdomen grows tight and he lets out a low curse under his breath before he reaches down and tugs his sweatpants from his hips.
His cock springs to life, contained only by my hand gripping the life out of it. He makes a low sound between a growl and a groan deep in his throat as he slowly starts to thrust into my waiting hand as he did earlier, only this time, his sweatpants aren’t in the way.
His body is flushed to mine, his fingers gripping my thigh like he would a fragile thing he doesn’t want to break but can’t let go of either. He uses his elbow to prop himself upright.
He feels amazing in my hand, and in this angle, I get to feel his tip lightly graze my entrance through my panties with each pass.
I’m still so sensitive from my orgasm, and he’s so hard, and oh my God, everything feels so good.
“Chert voz’mi, solnyshko” He breathes, his thrusts becoming faster, “You’re going to kill me”
A slow teasing smile curls my lips as I reply, “That would be very unfortunate”
Something flashes in his gaze and he snaps his hips forward. “Blya, vot i vse, detka. Faster,”
(Fuck, that’s it, baby.)
I do as he says, my pumps turning short and shallow.
His lips are only a few centimetres away and if I were to angle my neck just a bit, mine would touch his. We look like we’re fucking with the way he’s moving and the way my legs are spread open around him. Images of Nikolai sliding in and out of me flutter to life in my mind and my core pulses, a part of me wanting the picture my mind creates to be real more than anything.
“Chert voz’mi, Ava, ya idu.” It sounds like a warning, one I fail to understand. His movements turn sloppy, and he uses his hand to grip the sheets beside my head, desperate to hold on to something as he topples over the edge.
(Fuck, Ava I’m coming.)
He curses followed by a series of yeses as he coats me in his release. My gaze falls to where hot jets of his come lands on my stomach and I swipe the whitish sticky substance with my finger.
That is so fucking hot.
His face drops to my neck panting and whimpering against my skin. “That was so good.” He kisses my shoulder, “You did so, so, so good, Solnyshko” He continues whispering words of affirmation against my skin, some in English while others in Russian, like some sort of post-orgasm praise chant that does wonders for my ego.
I hold him close to me, stroking his back and tracing his tattoos as he breathes me in. The moment between us slows, turning into something softer and, dare I say, intimate as we stay snuggled up to each other.
Eventually, Nikolai has to move his giant body off of me, and I need a shower.
I watch him head into the shower in nothing but his sweatpants. My gaze falls to his ass as he disappears into the bathroom and I bite my lip.
He has a really nice ass.
The water runs while I try to catch my breath. I lie in my bed, my heart thumping violently in my chest as I try to figure out what the hell just happened with a stupid smile on my face.