Irina stirs in my arms. When she turns around and looks up at me, she instantly blushes.
I stroke my finger down her cheek. “It’s amazing you can do that after what we did last night.” That only serves to make her blush more. “You’re cute when you do that. It makes me want you all over again.” My cock wakes up to the idea. I’ll always want her.
“I’m sore,” she admits.
“I figured you would be. Do you want me to help make the soreness go away?”
She nods and without a word, I roll her onto her back so I can kiss her deeply. The need to touch her is so strong, I feel like I might die if I don’t get the chance to consume every inch of her.
Irina moans into my mouth, like she needs this as badly as I do. Now that she’s learned to trust me, we can have this in our marriage: a sense of peace. No more pushing each other away. I may not be a good man but with Irina, I feel like one.
Her little gasps are cute as I kiss down her neck and to her chest. Her breasts are a thing of art that I’ll never get tired of studying. She arches into me when I capture one of her nipples in my mouth. My hands splay out around her waist, needing to consume her all over again. My cock is growing harder by the second. I know she’s sore but I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold back with her. Now that I’ve had Irina, I’ll want her every day.
“You always taste so fucking good,” I murmur against her skin.
She rolls her hips around and presses her legs together.
“You need me to touch you, baby?” I ask.
“Yes,” she sighs out, like she’s finally accepted it all. That she’s mine. That she no longer needs to fight it.
I sit up and part her legs so I gaze down at her eyes. She needs to know how much she affects me too. When my fingers slip between her legs, she lets out a satisfied moan that is pleasing to the ear.
I run my fingers around her clit and folds, feeling her wetness. Fuck. She’s soaked for me already and it’s only morning.
“I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this,” I say. Her hips buck up when I press down onto her nub. “Lost in the pleasure I can give you. You’re so beautiful like this, baby.”
“Nik,” she gasps, clutching the bedsheets under her. She looks as desperate as I feel.
“Let me make you feel good.” I pull my hand away and she pouts. Fucking pouts. God, what is this woman doing to me? I kneel on the floor and tug her hips to the end of the bed. I can see her entire pretty pussy like this and fuck, I’ll never get tired of looking at it.
I place her legs over my shoulders and plant my face between her legs. Irina moans when my lips find her nub. She loves it when I eat her out. She can’t deny it.
I lick and gently suck on her clit. Her wetness seeps out, soaking my chin, and I don’t care. I’ll gladly have Irina’s arousal on me for the rest of my life if it means I get to show her pleasure like this.
“Poor pussy,” I say against her folds. She trembles. “I took you hard last night, didn’t I, baby?”
“Yes,” she sighs.
“I’ll make you feel better.” My tongue rolls her clit around. Irina can’t stop her hips from bucking up towards my face. I almost can’t breathe for a moment but I don’t fucking care. Eating Irina out is my new favorite thing I have discovered. It’s almost as good as feeling her tight walls around my cock.
Almost.
I hold her thighs tighter and farther apart. She’ll never be able to hide from me again. I own her body, now that she’s given herself to me. I’ll never hurt her but Irina doesn’t even know that she gave herself over to the devil. I have done terrible things. Caused a lot of death. And now, Irina’s sweet innocence is gone because of me and I don’t regret it, even if I should. I don’t regret making her mine at all.
I plunge my tongue into her entrance. My nose brushes against her clit, making her let out a loud moan. My sweet, innocent Irina. Now all mine.
My hands splay out around her waist and stomach, holding her in place. Irina’s head thrashes back and forth, unable to control herself as I give her pleasure. Fuck. I’ll never tire of seeing her like this.
My tongue finds her clit again and I flick it over and over and over. Irina’s hips buck up like a madwoman, lost in her pleasure. Her moans are loud in the quiet morning.
And just as soon as she moans, she goes quiet, her body tensing. Then I see the moment her orgasm hits her. She trembles and shakes, sighing my name. It’s like paradise on this earth, hearing Irina say my name in the throes of pleasure.
I stand up, my hard cock on display.
She’s splayed out before me. No more fear in her eyes. Only trust. It’s a little naïve but I know I love her for it. I’ve only ever wanted her trust and now she’s given it to me. I’ll have to work to not disappoint her.
“Can I touch you?” she asks, nodding at my cock.