Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 90540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
I whimpered, cradling his head.
He sucked harder, tugging at my nipple just shy of discomfort, but I loved it. As he moved to my other breast, his hands dipped, and he untied the bow at the side of my bottoms, pulling those away as well.
CMNF.
Leaving my breasts aching, he straightened to run his lips up my neck. “I want your body open to my touch.” He maneuvered me on his lap until I was leaning with my back to his chest and my feet flat on his knees. Under my ass, his erection strained against his shorts. Then he spread his own legs, forcing me to part my thighs. “That’s it.” His fingertip grazed my entrance. “Now keep watching. Whenever you see a Pacific sunset, I want you to remember this pleasure.” Under the water, he eased his middle finger inside me, lazily thrusting it.
My gasp turned to a moan when he wedged his ring finger into me as well, making a rock-on gesture. “So tight.” He thrust his two fingers harder, his palm cupping my clit.
My head lolled, but he said, “Ah-ah, beautiful. Keep your eyes on the sun.”
With effort, I did, though he kept up the pumping motion of his hand.
“I need you to be ready for me.”
Because we were about to have sex. And his cock was unnervingly large. “How long has it been for you?”
“Longer than you can imagine,” he answered. “I should know.”
What should he know? Maybe his English was off. The thought faded as I edged closer to my orgasm.
“Open yourself to me.” Even his voice was hypnotic. “In all ways.”
I wanted to. I wished I could.
“Are you watching the sun, Vika?”
Through a haze of pleasure and steam, I watched. On either side of the sinking sun were inky black storm clouds. “It’s almost there, Dmitri,” I said, talking about the sunset—and my orgasm. “It’s so close.” The winds picked up as the last glowing sliver disappeared. “There. All of it.” In the distance, lightning flared over the dark water.
“Are you ready for me, moya zhena?” My wife.
I didn’t think I’d ever needed sex more than I did at that moment. Which was saying something after the last three nights. I turned to him, not bothering to hide the need in my expression.
Curt nod. “I’m taking you to our bed.” He swooped me from the water, striding across the pool deck with my naked body tucked against him. As he carried me up the stairs, I couldn’t keep still. I kneaded the muscles of his chest, rubbing against him.
“Look at you.” He gazed down at me as if staggered by what he found in his arms. “I carry my greatest treasure.”
Irresistible man.
Inside the bedroom, he told the house, “Fire,” and the fireplace near the platform bed flickered to life. He let me slide down his body as he set me on my feet.
“I need you naked, Dmitri.” I reached for his bulging shorts, drawing the tie loose, and he helped me work the sodden material over his dick.
The sight of him unclothed before the fire left me thunderstruck. Flames lovingly painting his muscles, his long lean body, his tanned skin. His pierced erection.
I went to my knees on the rug and grasped him with both hands. “You’re going to have to pry me away from this.” I tenderly ran my cheek against his shaft.
In answer, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and he rested his big hands on my head.
Lightly stroking him, I cupped his dusky balls, hefting their warm weight. “These look like they ache.”
Slow, solemn nod.
I nuzzled his sac, his scent intoxicating me. He groaned, widening his stance for more. When I tugged on his balls, his cock jerked with excitement, precum beading on the crown.
I leaned in to rub the slippery, plum-colored head against my lips, then I licked them for his taste. Sublime. “Swallowing you last night only whetted my appetite.”
His brows drew together, as if he was racked with disbelief—and delight. “Vika . . .”
I gave him another lick, then circled the crown. Peering up at him to gauge his reaction, I flicked that ring with my tongue. “I could play with this forever. My new favorite toy.”
Flick, flick. Flick, flick.
He shuddered, his torso muscles rippling. “Suck it between your lips.”
I gripped the base of his shaft as my mouth closed tight over the swollen tip. “Ummm,” I moaned around it, letting him feel the vibrations.
“Fuck! Take it deep for me!”
As I moved farther down his length, I pumped my fist, hand and mouth working together. All the while, I held his gaze.
“Look at your plump lips clinging to my cock! You suck me like you’ve been waiting your entire life for it.”
I felt like I had been! When my other hand drifted down to frig my clit, a ragged groan broke from his chest.
“Are you wet?”
In answer, I raised my damp fingers for him to taste.
His shaft pulsed against my tongue as he quickly leaned down. “Ah, my good wife!” He sucked my slick fingers clean, snarling in bliss, his seed climbing.
He released them with the terse order: “Keep fingering yourself.”
When I resumed with another moan, he thrust his hips, then seemed to make an effort to be still.
I wanted to tell him it was okay, but I was too busy devouring him, too busy edging my own orgasm.
“Continue looking up at me! Look at me, and you’ll fucking keep me here.” What did that mean? “I’m close!” His accent had never been so thick. “Can’t hold back from you much longer!”
I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him without mercy, until his cock throbbed between my lips and I teetered right on the verge. . . .
Just when I thought he’d treat me to his cum, his body stilled. “Wait. Wait . . .” He cradled my face.
I hadn’t heard him correctly.
“Wait!” He eased my head back. His cock slipped free of my greedy mouth.
“Dmitri?”
He gazed down at me with such a stark look of hunger, I gasped.
I’d never seen a desperate need like that on a man’s face. “Have I done something wrong?”