“Yes.”
She sits up and slowly wraps her hand around my cock. I hiss the moment she makes contact. Fuck. Just having her touch my erection is making it hard for me to think.
It’s clear that she’s learning what to do in real time. I’ve had more experienced women play with my cock in wonderous ways but with Irina, I love seeing her shed her innocence right before me. Love seeing how she’s discovering this world.
But it’s not her hand I want.
I take her hand and remove it from my cock.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asks, frowning slightly. I kiss her forehead to make it go away.
“Not at all. I just need you again. I know you’re sore but let me take you, baby. I need it.”
She can’t deny it. Her legs press together and a darkness enters her eyes. She wants this too.
“Ok,” she whispers.
Thank fuck.
I grab her face and kiss her with all my might. Irina already knows she’s mine but I need more of her. I will always need more of her.
I continue to kiss her as I lay her onto her back. Skin to skin with her is the best thing in this fucked up world. While I’m in this bed with Irina, nothing can hurt us.
I roll onto my back and bring her astride my hips. “I want you to lower yourself onto me. Ride me. Take your own pleasure from me.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
“I’ll help you.” I grab her hips, steadying her.
Irina looks uncertain but then a determination enters her eyes and she grabs my cock, bringing it to her entrance. There’s a breath between us before she lowers herself down onto my length. She winces while I groan in pleasure.
“Does it hurt, baby?” I ask, stroking her hips.
“I’m still sore.”
“Once you get lost in the pleasure of it, you’ll forget all about it. Your body will get used to mine. It was already made for me. Now, move your hips around. Feel how good this can be.”
Slowly, she rocks her hips back and forth. Her small hands are on my chest, making me feel like a fucking king.
I can tell the moment Irina feels pleasure. She gasps and a lightness enters her eyes. All she had to do was trust me and now she’s reaping the rewards of it.
“That’s it,” I murmur, gripping her hips tightly, helping her to move. “Give in to the pleasure, baby. You need it. I need it.” I don’t care if I sound vulnerable around her. I’ve asked Irina to trust me so it’s also up to me to trust her with my most true self. It’s the only way our marriage will work.
And if I’m being honest, I want it. Being at the top by myself is lonely sometimes. To be able to share it with a woman I care deeply for – hell, one I love – is the best feeling in this fucked up world.
Irina moves her hips faster. Every time she brings them forward, she moans softly. It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
“Fuck,” I groan. I sit up so our chests press together. My hands encapsulate her entire back. She’s that tiny compared to me.
I can’t stop myself from kissing her again. Her lips were made for mine.
Every rock of her hips makes her nipples brush against my chest, which in turn, makes her moan louder. Her little noises are going to be the death of me but it will be a death worth having.
“Nik,” she whispers against my lips. There’s a fear in her eyes, like she isn’t sure about the pleasure and pain she’s experiencing right now.
“It’s ok, baby. Just let go. Let it go. I’ve got you. Your pussy feels like heaven around my cock. Fuck, baby.”
My words seem to spur her on and she increases her pace, becoming frantic.