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She unzips my pants, releasing the pressure on my cock, but then, she dips that sweet hand into my briefs and circles her fingers around my shaft. I shudder at the pleasure of it. Of having her warm fingers curl around my girth and tug, unsure, holding on now, then hesitant.
When her gaze meets mine, uncertainty in her eyes as her grip slackens, I cover her hand with mine. “Don’t stop. Explore all you want,moya ptichka. I love you touching me.”
“It’s so big…and heavy,” she murmurs as her other hand sinks into my boxers, cupping my sack.
I hiss in a breath. It’s been too fucking long, and she’s too fucking perfect. “It’s the right size, baby girl, you’ll see.”
I drop my head back, sinking into her touch, and when she lets go to slide to the floor and rest on her knees, I grunt a laugh. “Fuck. God does answer prayers. Every time I’ve seen you kneeling at your bed to pray, all I could think of is how you were in the perfect position to be fucked in the mouth.”
She has the sweetness to blush, but even this isn’t stopping her now. She moans as she pushes my pants down, and thenshe has my cock in her tight fist again. “Now that’s all I’ll be thinking of?—”
“Good.”
Her lips close over the tip, and I breathe deeply. “Gently, baby girl, just like you worked my cum in the shower…that’s it…slowly.”
I rake my fingers into her hair, guide her, because this woman has never done this before. She’s mine…all mine, and I will teach her how to please me, just as I intend to find every pathway in her body and mind leading to her pleasure.
She’s a fast learner, her hands circling my thighs, her tongue sweeping as her lips close and tighten their grip. I breathe into the pleasure building in my core, my balls tightening, and as much as I’d love to shoot a load down her throat, this isn’t how babies are made.
I stop her and pull out, my cock releasing with a satisfying pop as I stare down at her. Teary eyes, chest heaving…I’ve gone too deep, and she’s sacrificed breathing for me…
Oh, yes. She’s going to wreck me.
62
GABI
I stare up at my husband where he’s pulled from my mouth, and already, my lips want to close over him again. That felt so good, the rhythm he guided me to, the feeling of him filling me up and his salty essence dripping onto my tongue. Licking his cum in the shower was only the precursor to this, and I want so much more. I want to drive him wild and over the edge, but there’s time for that.
I never thought it could arouse me like this, but I’m already swollen and wet with need, my body seeking friction. I bet if he touched me now, we could start with the countdown to ‘yellow’ and see how far we get. I slide my hands up his thighs and chest as he helps me stand.
“So fucking beautiful,moya ptichka…but I need to fuck you. Desperately.”
“I need to be fucked…desperately.”
He smiles as we tumble onto the bed and come to rest on our sides, facing each other. He caresses his hand over my hip and nudges my thigh to rest on his. Like this, his cock is right there, knocking for entry. He cups my head to hold me closeand kisses me slowly as he rocks into my slick sex, the motion only teasing my clit, hitting my piercing at the perfect angle.
“Oh, my…” I murmur between kisses, leaning into him, our bodies flush, hungry for all of it. There seems to have been a glacier of indoctrination inside me, religious firewalls built in to block me from enjoying my body for years, sealed in with what Randazzo had done to me, but now, an avalanche is tearing down that valley, destroying every fucked-up belief in my mind. “I want you to fuck me, please, Ivan?—”
“I want to go slow with you, Gabi. Let’s not rush this.”
“How much time do we have?” I ask, thinking about the girls and his work.
“Yuri is with the girls. We have the whole day,moya ptichka.”
“Excellent. Working up to ‘yellow’ is going to take time.”
He laughs into my mouth, and with a firm hand, presses me down on the mattress as he shifts into the welcoming cradle of my legs. “Yellow, hey? Can’t wait to have you begging…”
“If you hadn’t noticed, I’m begging already—” I break off to snatch in a breath as he sucks my nipple into his mouth, the sharp spear of arousal shooting straight to my clit. “Ivan—”Breathe, Gabriella, just breathe. “Oh my God.”
He is licking his way straight to my pussy, no detours, spreading me open with his fingers, and with a slow, circular lick around my sex, sends me scrambling for composure, for breath as everything intensifies in this moment when it’s just him, me, and time standing still in a capsule of lust.
When he rucks me up, splayed open and with his hands supporting me, I let go of every last inhibition. He starts to lick in a steady rhythm, the flat of his tongue pressing on my clit, igniting every nerve held hostage by my piercing. He toys with it, sucking, tugging, licking, and I press both my fists to my mouth, biting down on my knuckles, as the need to climax fires up like a whole arsenal in me.
Sweet release comes crashing in like waves, and I’mscreaming into my hands, but it comes out like sobs as my body quivers. Then he’s there, pulling my hands from my face and kissing my tears. I trap him with my legs, his cock a ridge between us, and I grind against him, somehow still coming, wanting more. He reaches down and guides himself into me, and I open my eyes, staring straight into his stark blue ones.
First, there’s pressure, then there’s pain, but I’m slick with arousal, my orgasm having barely abated. He goes slowly, not even an inch at a time, staring into my eyes as his cock stretches my pussy to accommodate him.
