“Relax, baby, they already like you.”
I let out a huff and blow a wayward hair out of my face. “I know, and all this food will just be icing on the damn cake.”
“You’re feeling a little tense,” he says, running his hands down my body. “I think maybe I need to make you relax.”
“I don’t have time. I still have to make a whole list of things, and that’s not even counting dessert.”
He ignores me and slides his hand under my shirt, caressing my stomach with his long fingers while he kisses my neck. It’s hard to argue when I can feel the hard length of him pressing into my ass. He grabs onto my hands, moving them away from the vegetables I’d been chopping and pressing them firmly against the counter, holding me in place while he runs his tongue over the crook of my neck before giving me a soft bite.
“I should really keep cooking,” I say, knowing my protest is feeble and downright laughable. I can hear the desire in my own voice, and when he nips the nape of my neck, I let out a soft moan and arch my hips, rocking my ass against him.
“No,” he says in a strained voice. “What you need to do is let me make you feel good. You’re tense and stressed and you very much need an orgasm, Moira, so stop arguing and let me give you one.” He gives my earlobe a suck that has me moaning and pressing back harder against him. “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll even let you come more than once.”
I laugh, but it’s quickly cut off when he brings his hands to my pants, making quick work of my pajama bottoms and top. He steps back and lets out a sigh as he strips down to nothing. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
Looking over my shoulder, I eye his hard, perfect body. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
He grins and steps closer, pressing his chest against my back and sliding his cock between my thighs. The sound of his deep groan in my ear has my body more than ready for him. Laying his hands over mine again and holding me still, he slowly slides into me, one excruciatingly slow inch at a time until I’m digging my fingers into the counter and feeling so full it makes my head spin.
Kissing my shoulder, he slowly fucks me, teasing me with promises of my release until I’m panting and rocking my hips back against him harder and harder. With a groan, he releases my hands so he can cup my breasts, massaging them in his hands and pinching my nipples between his fingers while he keeps up that same slow, intoxicating rhythm of his hips.
“Please,” I beg, gripping the counter tighter.
He laughs and runs his teeth over my neck, making goosebumps rise all over my skin. “My hands are busy, beautiful,” he says, squeezing my tits to emphasize his point. “Make yourself come for me.”
My face heats up in a blush, but my hand is already at my pussy before I can second-guess myself. Nikolai makes me feel safe enough to do anything, to expose parts of myself that I never thought I’d be able to show anyone, and when I start to rub my clit, I don’t feel embarrassed. I feel liberated and strong and like the sexiest damn woman on the planet.
He kisses up my neck and across my cheek, and when I turn my head, he captures my mouth in his and kisses me hard, letting me know with his body how much he’s enjoying this. It doesn’t take long at all before he’s swallowing my screams and I’m coming so hard I can feel my knees threatening to buckle. When I start to come down, I slow my fingers, dancing them around my overly sensitive clit as aftershocks race through me.
“My turn,” he whispers against my lips and gently moves my hand out of the way, replacing it with his own.
I brace my hands against the counter, happily giving Nikolai the control, and softly bite his bottom lip as he starts to thrust into me harder. His fingers lightly rub my clit until I’m mumbling incoherently against his lips, begging him to give me what I need. He smiles against my lips and pinches my sensitive clit, making me scream his name as my whole body shudders with my release.
I lose track of time. It’s nothing but a blur of pure ecstasy that leaves me panting and sweaty with my whole upper body flush against the counter because I long ago lost the strength to keep myself upright. Nikolai’s strong body presses against mine, cocooning me with his arms wrapped firmly around my waist, evidently the only thing that’s keeping me from sliding to the floor in a heap of post-orgasmic bliss.
He kisses me gently before slowly sliding out of me. Picking me up, he cradles me against his chest and laughs at the loopy grin I give him.
“See, feeling better already,” he says, giving me a wink.
“I admit it. You were right. Anytime you see me stressed out, you should definitely do everything you just did.”
“I’ll remember you said that,” he says with a laugh before carrying me to the shower.
The rest of the day passes at a much more peaceful pace. I get everything cooked that I wanted to, and by the time the doorbell rings, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. Before answering the door, Nikolai wraps me in a hug and kisses me slowly before resting his forehead against mine.
“I love you. Please don’t be nervous. They already like you, and they’re thrilled that we’re together.”
I smile and cup his face, running my fingers through the thick stubble on his cheeks. He’d trimmed it up a bit earlier, and I can’t decide which I like better. It’s just a question of which sexy I like more. They’re both pretty phenomenal.
“I love you, too,” I whisper against his lips. “Let’s go do this. I’ve never played hostess before. This should be fun, and if not, there’s always vodka.”
“Yes, with three Russians, I can promise there will always be plenty of vodka,” he says with a laugh and grabs my hand, leading me to the door.
I’m not sure what I’m expecting, but an exuberant puppy who runs past me as soon as Nikolai opens the door isn’t it. I see a flash of black fur, and then hear Jamie say, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” as she scrambles in after him. “Ollie! Come here!”
The excited pup runs around the room for a couple more seconds before bounding towards his new owners on legs that are slightly too long for him, reminding me of a baby deer who’s still getting the hang of things, and it instantly makes me want a dog.
“He’s so cute!” I bend down next to her so I can pet him. His fur is silky soft, and his eyes are a beautiful amber. I can easily see the Labrador in him, but I’m not sure what else he’s mixed with. Whatever it is, it’s damn cute. The happy squeal of a baby has me jerking my head up to see Sergei staring at the puppy and gumming his chubby fist while he kicks his arms and legs in the kind of full-body excitement that only babies can manage.