Page 110 of Devil's Vows
“Maybe later.” I step up to her, close the gap as I lean in, and with a tug at her robe’s belt, loosen it. She doesn’t protest or slap my hands away…she’s surrendering to this moment, powerless to move away, drunk on lust. Oh, yes, this one is slowly waking up to her body’s needs, no longer suppressed by whatever fucked-up paradigms have been nurtured in her mind.
With a delicate slow sweep over her soft skin, I run my forefingers along her collarbones, forcing her robe to slide off her shoulders, exposing her breasts as it slips from her arms. She’s sitting there, naked, arousal drifting up from every pore on her skin to make me feral with need.
I take my straining cock in hand again and cup her cheek with the other one, forcing her to look up at me.
“Feel free to touch yourself,moya ptichka. You’ll never know when it’s the last time you get to do it. Plus you’re no longer in the convent here.”
I step into the shower, already knowing that whatever this is, I’m seeing it through. I need release to clear my mind. Otherwise, all I’ll be thinking of when we interrogate her is how I want to fuck her, feel her tight pussy grip my cock.
I turn on the cold water and let it spray down my spine, drop my head back so the water can pelt my face, and then I reach for the soap. I’m scrubbing down, taking my time, touching myself all over and imagining these are her hands, her touch, her lips on me.
All the while, I keep an eye on her, my dare tensing the air as if we’re a rubber band about to snap. A cold shower is apparently the key to subduing a raging fucking hard-on, but it doesn’t work when the woman of your dreams is sitting on the bath’s edge, slowly widening her legs as her hand slides to her sex.
As I brace with my free hand on the shower wall, my gaze homes in on her pussy, her sweet clit, with the piercing’s little round tips hidden between her flesh and curls. Fuck. She’s still wet from earlier, or she’s newly aroused because she’s slick and circles her clit with ease.
She’s going to undo me, just like this.
I grip my cock tighter, the image too vivid, our mutual need on open display. She starts to rock into her hand, her legs as wide open as they’ll go, and I fist myself with such intensity that I have to pause, pull back to watch her…how her chest heaves, how her eyes close and her head drops back, listen to the sweet little moans she’s making over the rush of water cascading down my back. I bend my cock to hold myself in check and then slowly ride it again, matching her pace, watching her get herself there.
She starts to shudder, and her whole body pulls taut as she bites her fist to subdue her moans. And it’s the most erotic fucking thing I’ve seen in my life. My balls tighten, and the gush of sperm that pulses from my cock comes as if somewhere, someone has opened a sluice. I grunt, letting it spray all over the shower’s clear glass wall.
Fuck. The release is intense, and when I open my eyes toconnect with her again, she looks drugged, coming down slowly, her hand still pressed to her sex. I bet she’s soaked.
I close the faucet, not bothering to wash off my cum. Let it stay there as a reminder why I married her in the first place: to bear my children. A simple fucking business arrangement.Nothingmore.
As I stare at her through the glass wall, it seems to sink in slowly, this thing we’ve done. She drops her gaze, her cheeks flushed with shame as she gathers the robe and closes her legs.
Fuck that. I’m not done.
“Don’t close up,moya ptichka.” I step out of the shower, not bothering to grab a towel. When I cup her cheek, a tremor runs down her body.
“You’re cold,” she whispers.
“Feel it,” I say as I trail my fingers over her jaw, down her neck and between her breasts, lower, ever lower to the flat plane of her stomach and her sweet mound.
“Ivan—”
“Look at me, Gabriella,” I say as I nudge her open and she obeys my unspoken instruction, wanting this, too. “Fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” I murmur as I dip my finger into her pussy, gathering her release on my hand. She’s so wet and swollen, almost still pulsing. I run two fingertips along her clit, up and down, finding the ridge the piercing makes, and she quivers.
“Oh my—oh my—” She reaches for my arms to steady herself, her hands warm against my cool skin.
“Haven’t come enough yet, have you? Come some more for me. I bet you’ve been wanting to come like this since the day you got pierced.”
“Yes… Please—Ivan?—”
So fucking polite. I finger her hard and fast, drawing another orgasm out of her, but something bites at the heels ofthis moment as her sex grips and pulses around my fingers. The treachery I still need to deal with tonight.
I hold my hand still for a long minute, letting her come down, then pull away. She lets go, staring at me in a haze. I raise my fingers to my mouth and lick off her cum as she widens her eyes.
“You’re such a fucking good girl, aren’t you?” I thrust my fingers hard and deep into my mouth and suck. Fuck, she tastes so sweet. I release my fingers with a soft pop and step away from her, knowing I have no choice. “Such a pity we need to move on to the business of you, a Russian spy, being stranded in my house,moya ptichka. As husband and wife, we would’ve gotten along like a house on fire.”
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Ivan turns away as he reaches for a towel. “Get dressed. We’ll go to my office, and you can explain. Remember, bullet points.”
He walks out, not giving me time to protest or even catch my breath. I’m spent from multiple orgasms, my legs weak and my butt numb where I’ve sat on the bath’s edge for so long, but the tightly wound coil in me has loosened, and I seem to levitate.
