“Maxim, I don’t know what to say,” she said, looking around the room again.
“Thank you is sufficient. It’s nothing. There are plenty of unoccupied rooms in the house,” Maxim said. This gesture meant a big deal to her, he could see that. He wanted to understand why. Maxim approached the desk and leaned against it.
“Thank you,” she murmured. There were unshed tears in her eyes. Frowning, he thumbed them away. He was finally seeing his wife’s genuine self.
She abruptly stood up, moving away from him. Maxim remained where he was.
“Why are you crying? Help me understand, Sofia,” he said.
“I had a conversation with my father earlier,” Sofia murmured. “He asked me what I was doing there. I should be here, he said, doing my duty as your wife. My father never thought much of my own dreams, but I always loved designing. I thought I would need to give it up.”
“I want you to fulfill your part of our bargain, but I don’t expect you to give up parts of yourself. You have been trying hard, haven’t you, Sofia?” Maxim asked.
He hopped off the desk and took the chair she had occupied earlier. Sofia sucked in a breath, then made her way toward him.
“I’m not my sister,” Sofia finally said. “But I kept asking myself how she might act and what she would do.”
“You keep comparing yourself to her, but for what?” Maxim asked. “I like you as you are. You don’t need to pretend to be someone you are not, wife. That sounds exhausting.”
Sofia bit her bottom lip and finally met his gaze. “You won’t like what you’ll find. Besides, you unnerve me, Maxim. You unbalance my entire world. I find myself questioning who I really am when I’m with you.”
“How so?” Maxim asked.
She seemed to consider her next words. “I thought it would be easy to hate you. I never imagined genuinely craving your kisses, your touches,” she murmured, turning red at the admission.
Maxim smiled lazily. “Missing my cock already, wife? I recall fucking you good in the shower just this morning.”
Sofia pulled away, looking annoyed. “We were having a moment, then you say something like that and ruin everything.”
“I won’t apologize for being blunt,” Maxim pointed out.
“I know. You’re just being yourself.” Sofia knelt in front of him.
Maxim stared at her as she reached for his belt buckle, undoing it with deft fingers. Sofia undid his buttons and unzipped him. She pulled out his cock, and it hung full and thick for her.
Then Sofia stroked him, and Maxim leaned back against the chair, groaning. Needing to take control, he speared his fingers through her curls, guiding her lips to his cock head. Sofia didn’t need further instruction.
She darted her tongue and licked at the pre-cum gathered at the tip. Maxim growled in approval as she explored him from root to tip.
She even took his balls in her mouth, sucking at them softly. Fuck, but this woman was going to be the death of him. What she lacked in experience, she made up for with eagerness.
“Open your mouth, take me down your throat,” he ordered.
Sofia gagged at the first but succeeded on her second try. She bobbed her head up and down. Maxim tightened his grip on her hair. It wasn’t long before he came. Sofia took all his jizz down her throat like a champ. Maxim gazed upon her, then helped her to his lap.
“I should surprise you more often,” he said. Maxim slipped his arm around her waist to prevent her from falling. Her laughter, carefree and musical, caught him off-guard.