He chuckles into me, his tongue still lashing against me, refusing to be distracted by anything as futile as conversation. He takes his time, exploring every inch of me with an almost reverent dedication, his movements slow and deliberate.
"Ah, Nikolai… " I moan, feeling my self-control slipping away with each expert flick of his tongue. My hands instinctively find their way into his hair, gripping tightly as my hips arch up to meet his touch. He pulls back his hand from my breast, and the next thing I know, he has one hand on my clit, arousing it in circular motions, while the other reaches below my ass, squeezing it.
I’m on fire from within, outside, all around. I almost scream out his name and reach for the headboard, needing to feel grounded before I’m totally and utterly swept off from reality. A tiny seed of extenuating ecstasy grows where his finger massages my clit, below which his fingers tap my wall, and I know it’s going to erupt anytime.
My lips part open for air, and I look down to see his eyes on me. I blush at the possessiveness in his eyes, the obsession to please.
"Please, don't stop," I beg, the words barely audible as I'm consumed by the sensations he's creating within me. “I… I’m about to cum.” He obliges, resuming his devoted attention to my pleasure.
He licks and sucks me, taking his sweet time as I’m about to cum, drawing out my orgasm. I can feel the beads of sweat from his forehead, dripping down on the landing of my pussy, and my fingers gently tug at his hair, directing him just where I want his tongue. I gasp as his fingers hit my sweet spot, just below my clit, curving outwards.
“That’s it, baby,” I moan, and I feel his lips part in a grin, his tongue still going at it, his fingers still playing with my clit. It feels like my orgasm is right on the edge, waiting for the perfect moment to be unleashed, and when he takes his other hand and places it just below my pussy, under his tongue, just teasing me at the slit, my core buzzes like a beehive, and I know I’m getting close.
My moans become louder and more frantic, and my body trembles. “Nikol—” I stutter his name punctuated by the orgasm ripping through me. My body arches off the bed, my hips bucking and legs shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. He continues to pleasure me, even as I come down from the precipice of orgasm, his fingers never leaving my clit, his tongue never stopping its lapping at my wetness. Finally, the storm inside me begins to subside, and I collapse back onto the bed.
When I open my eyes, I see Nikolai still massaging me gently, his gaze remaining locked on my face, a dark satisfaction playing on his features. I reach down, a slow, satisfied smile in place, and grab his shoulder, guiding him up beside me.
To my surprise, he jumps over and straddles me, his arms reaching for my waist. He slides them under and lifts me from the waist.
“What are you doing?” I ask, still gasping for air.
“What was it I heard?” he asks, amusedly as his fingers deftly work on the zipper of my dress. “Something about how you should have been naked already?”
I blush as the memory comes back.
The dress pools at my waist, leaving me clad only in my bra. But within a second, that’s gone, too. He then lets me fall back down, his eyes on my chest, as my breasts heave from nervousness.
I realize this is the first time he’s ever seen me wholly naked.
He takes his fingers and tweaks both nipples between them before looking back into my eyes, now cupping my breasts in his hand.
A dark, smoldering look comes over him, and he mumbles. “You’re beautiful.”
"Thank you," I manage to reply, heat rising to my cheeks.
"Have you been hiding all this from me on purpose?" he teases, his hands roaming my body, making me feel both vulnerable and desired.
"Maybe," I say coyly, enjoying the effect I have on him. "You know what they say—good things come to those who wait."
"Is that right?" He grins wickedly as he reaches for his own towel. It falls on the floor with a soft thud, leaving his cock in full display before me. “Are you glad you waited then?”
My eyes widen at the sight of him, and I can’t help but bite into my lower lip. He chuckles, drawing my attention back to the amused look in his eyes.
"Remember not to get too cocky, Nikolai," I warn playfully. "There are still plenty of surprises left to unveil."
"Then by all means, my love," he says, his voice thick with desire, "surprise me."
I narrow my eyes, a wicked smile on my lips, and spread out my legs as I lie below him.
We lock eyes for just a second, and then, with an unreserved groan, he jumps between my legs, his cock in his hands, as he positions it at my entrance.
I clutch the sheets, completely and utterly terrified from how much I’m enjoying this. We’re too far along now to stop. I never thought I’d find myself at the precipice of actually fucking my husband.
But god damn, he’s proved himself to be so wretchedly wicked at pleasing me that all common sense lies forgotten.
My breath hitches as I reach down and place my hands over his ass, drawing him closer.
In one gentle move, he glides into me, stuffing me whole. I feel every inch of him as he pushes into me. I gasp, sliding my hands to his waist to grip him tight, to have him tether me to this moment.