Page 26 of BRATVA'S Avenging Bride
"Has anyone ever done this for you before?" I ask softly, my thumb stroking her inner thigh. She shakes her head, a faint blush coloring her cheeks, and my heart swells with the privilege of being her first in this way. "Then let me make it special," Iwhisper. "Let me show you how obsessed I am with every part of you. With making you feel good."
I settle between her legs, my hands gentle on her thighs, parting them with care. I start with soft kisses along her inner thighs, building anticipation, letting her feel the warmth of my breath before anything else.
When I finally press my mouth to her center, it's slow, deliberate, my tongue tracing her folds with feather-light strokes. She gasps, her hands fisting the sheets, and I hum against her, the vibration drawing another soft moan.
I pour everything into this act, my obsession translating into devotion, tasting her sweetness like it's the only thing that matters. I circle her clit gently at first, then with more pressure as her hips begin to move, responding to me instinctively. My fingers join in, sliding inside her with ease, curling to find that spot that makes her arch and stutter my name.
I watch her face the whole time, gauging every reaction, adjusting to what makes her breath quicken, her body tense with building pleasure. This is for her, all of it, a way to show her that I can nurture her desires, protect her vulnerabilities, love her in ways that heal the scars others left behind.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, and I oblige, increasing the rhythm until she's trembling, her moans filling the room like music. I let her build to the edge, then hold her there by moving my mouth back to her trembling thighs.
“Matvey—” she gasps, lifting her head from the pillows. I meet her eyes with a grin.
“Trust me.” I drop my mouth back to her center, and push my tongue inside her. Tasting us. My cock jerks and pre-cum leaks from the tip, making my pants wet, but I don’t stop. I continueto lick her, suck her, move my mouth over her in ways that make her moans turn to deeper, more desperate pleas.
When her legs tense briefly before her whole body shudders, I know she is there. Her hands come to the back of my head as her pelvis rocks and her pussy presses into my face. I could suffocate right here and die a happy man.
I grip the base of my cock, try to hold myself in check but I can’t stop the overwhelming urge to come as pleasure shoots up my spine and my balls lift. My cock throbs as it empties itself into my pants, but somehow, I manage to keep my mouth on her quivering pussy as I groan out my own orgasm.
When she is still and the last of the aftershocks have subsided, I release her swollen lips from my mouth and crawl up her body.
She is glowing. Flushed from the orgasm, lightly sweating from the exertion of her pleasure, her eyes are dazed and her mouth is soft.
“Wait here,zhar-ptitsa,” I say, but it’s clear she is not going anywhere as I pad through to the en-suite and run the hot faucet. I remove my trousers and boxers, throwing them into the hamper as I grab a wash cloth and soak it in warm water.
When I return to her, she is still on her back, her legs spread and her pussy glistening, looking like an absolute goddess.
I groan as my cock twitches. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” I mutter again as I gently press the wash cloth to her swollen center.
She opens her eyes and something flashes through them when she sees I’m naked below the waist.
“No,zhar-ptitsa. You rest. I had to undress because I came in my pants like a horny teenager.”
Surprise flashes over her features.
“Embarrassing, I know. It’s never happened before. But you tasted like us and you’re so fucking sexy…I couldn’t stop myself.”
Katherine
I’m wrapped in Matvey. His arms are around me, possessively keeping holding of me. A few times his hand has wandered over my stomach, stroking lightly. The first time he did that was when I had the terrifying realization that we haven’t used protection.
He fell asleep murmuring something about our future. But I can’t sleep. All I can think of is how stupid I’ve been. How reckless and idiotic.
“You’re thinking too loud,” he murmurs as he moves a little, still not letting me go. This time when his hand slides to my stomach I tense. “Relaxzhar-ptitsa,” he says. His voice is low and gravelly and I swear to god it reaches a part of me I never knew existed. He continues sliding his hand lower until his fingers are parting my labia and lightly pinching my clit.
“Matvey, we—” he cuts me off with a kiss.
“I know,” he says. “That’s how I want it. Nothing between us, ever.”
I want to tell him he has lost his mind, but by the amount of times I’ve pointed that out already, I know it will fall on deaf ears.
When he pinches a little harder my body jerks in response.
“Let me worship you Katherine, then we can face the world.”
I want to argue, tell him to get a grip, but I lose the words somewhere between his lips trailing over my neck and his fingers sliding inside me.
“So wet,” he murmurs against my shoulder before sucking my neck. “So needy and responsive,” he says as he bites lightly.
