Maybe now she would think twice of teasing, and if she didn’t, I was game for whatever challenge she planned on throwing at me.
I'd rise to it.
Life was all about learning. You lived, and you learned. You found out the things you liked and didn't, and the things that make you kill somebody in cold blood.
This morning I learned something vital, maybe about myself, but definitely about Katya.
She was somebody that would strive to have the upper hand.
“Fucking shit!” I tossed the duvet aside, and Katya was there between my legs, with my dick in her hands.
Her very warm, soft hands.
She raised her head to meet my eyes and stretched the corners of her mouth into a sly smile.
“Good morning, husband,” she purred, and my dick reacted.
I'd been sleeping just a second ago, but I was sharp as a knife now. Raised up on my elbows, my eyes traveled down her body.
Her hair was messy from sleep, and the very thin short dress she wore as a nightgown rustled with both of its spaghetti hands slipped down her shoulders. One of them had slipped so low one breast was almost spilling out, the sheer material barely staying in place, hanging on to her amazing tit.
I groaned when she pumped my dick once, biting her lower lip before leaning forward to push me down with one hand.
“You’ll need to lie down for this.”
Like bloody hell I did.
I grasped the hand and held on to it, almost pleading with my eyes.
I was the furthest thing from a saint. When I'd told her I was an obscenely sexual person, I hadn't meant it as a joke.
Sex was a staple and for years I'd never gone a week without fucking, but then she'd whirled into my life like the fucking storm that she was, and I’d been left consumed by thoughts of her.
The thought of bending her over my table and spreading her cheek apart. Propping her on the edge of my bed and diving between those long legs.
Having those legs in the air, and my name rolling out of that teasing mouth.
But there was only so much I could do.
“Stop it.” There was only so much I could take.
Katya regarded me in silence, a secret smile etched on her face. “Stop what?” she asked innocently, running her tongue over her lips. “Where is some of that “perverted master seducer” spirit I saw last night?”
She rose to her knees and nudged my legs further apart as she scuttled closer. The lower thin strap of her night rail slipped even lower, and a perfect, ample breast fell free.
Fuck.
“Katya…”
That was the smile of a devious person, but Katya made it so damned sexy. She stroked my straining hard-on slowly, her hand going from hilt to tip, her eyes locked on me.
My eyes couldn't stay on hers, lowering to her free breast, and I couldn't resist licking my lips.
It looked like it would fit perfectly in my hand. Even more perfect in my mouth, with my tongue working it.
She didn't bother getting me to lie back, she just took the hand back.
“Fine, stay that way if you want,” she said, moving back and lowering herself to settle properly between my legs.