It had to be said, my reaction to him saying ‘holy shit’ in Russian was strange. I’d been around the members of the Club my whole life, so swearing wasn’t a novelty, and shouldn’t have had the effect on me it did.
Hearing him say it in Russian, and like he was blown away by what he was seeing, I moaned and reached for the fastening on his pants.
When I had them undone, I pushed my hand under his underwear's elastic waistband, and didn’t stop until my fingers were around his cock.
He allowed me to get four passes with my hand up and down his length, before he growled, “Nell,” and then pushed me down onto my back so that I was lying across his desk, making me lose the grip I had around him.
Before I could object, he had the cups of my bra pulled down under both breasts, and was lowering his head to them.
“These are also more beautiful than I remembered because they feed our sons,” he murmured, nuzzling between them.
Lifting his head so I could kiss him again, I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled his crotch closer to mine. His zipper may have been open, but we still had his slacks and both of our underwear in the way. Still, I could feel his hardness through all of them, and rolled my hips to feel it rub across my clit.
The movement made him rear away from me, but just as I opened my mouth to protest, he was pushing his underwear down, and had released his erect penis.
Wrapping a hand around it, he moved it up and down his shaft as he looked me over, stopping when he got to my panties.
“Hopes and dreams I had while we were apart have come true,” he rasped, still working his length as his thumb glided under the gusset of my underwear, stopping when it got to my entrance. “But I’m going to make sure all of yours do, too. I won’t stop until I’ve fulfilled everything you ever wished for dreamt of.”
I knew he wouldn’t.
Twisting his wrist slightly, he pushed his thumb inside me, then slowly began to move it in and out, following the same movements and speed as the hand he had around himself.
“You’re so tight.”
I hadn’t told him this yet, but I was sure he knew by now. “There’s been no one else.”
His eyes closed as his head dropped forward, and I realized it was something he’d needed to know.
“Spasibo, moye serdste,” he whispered, thanking me. “I wouldn’t have touched anyone else, but I wasn’t sure if you…” he trailed off, unable to say the words.
Wrapping my hand over the one on his shaft, I helped him. “I didn’t. I was too focused on getting through each day.”
Needing to taste him, I pulled his hand away and sat up, bending over to take the tip of his cock in my mouth. There’s no way I could get much more of him in this position, I just wasn’t that flexible, but I’d go as far down as I could.
“Khristos,” he moaned, fisting a hand in the back of my hair as I sucked gently on the tip of him.
Then, surprising me, he pulled out of my mouth and sat back down in his chair, while pulling me to the edge of the desk so that my ass was hanging off it.
Spreading my thighs wide with his shoulders, he pulled my panties to the side, and swept his tongue between my lips. I couldn’t help copying what he’d done with my hair and grabbed a handful in both fists, tugging on it in a way that I knew had to be uncomfortable for him.
He didn’t pull away. Instead, he wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking and licking, until I was seconds away from coming.
That’s when he slid two fingers inside me, and I ground down into them.
“Please,” I begged, needing him inside me.
He wasn’t going to be hurried, though, and continued to work me over with his mouth. Finding that place inside me that he knew well, he rubbed it as he sucked and flicked my clit, and I shattered. Shards of me felt like they scattered everywhere, and I cried out loudly, not caring if anyone overheard.
I was distantly aware of him kissing my inner thigh, and then he rose over where I was panting on his desk, both of my legs shaking slightly, only distantly aware that my panties had disappeared altogether.
Placing a palm on the wood beside my head, he used the other to notch the head of his cock at my entrance. Then, holding my eyes, he thrust into me, making my back arch off the table.
Digging my nails into the skin of his back, sure they had to be cutting into him but unable to let go, I screamed, “Taras!”