It was lonely out here by myself.
At some point during the night, I was woken by a faint click. There was a shape by the door that sent my heart pounding as I rolled onto my back. My mouth went dry as it moved closer and loomed over me, tall and dark.
“Viktor?” I breathed.
“Baby,” he said, his voice husky.
Before I could react, he pulled back the sheet and pushed me up on the bed, sliding between my legs. Then his mouth was on me, dragging his tongue over my pussy with a feverish drive. His hands moved up with frantic energy and pushed my t-shirt back, exposing my breasts. His fingers moved over each one, teasing my nipples, squeezing them hard beneath his palms. A bolt of delicious pain moved through me and I bucked my hips against his mouth.
“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he rasped.
He flicked my clit and a bolt of pleasure made my back arc. For a moment, I lay in his hands and let him eat my pussy, and then a surge of determination moved through me. No, he wasn’t going to distract me like this again. It wasn’t fair that he’d tasted me and pleasured me, but refused to offer anything of himself. I had needs beyond just orgasms.
I pushed hard on his forehead and he drew back, clearly surprised. “What’s wrong?”
I scrambled to my knees and he sat up, watching as I stripped his t-shirt from my body. “Take your clothes off,” I whispered.
He hesitated. “I’m not having sex with you tonight,” he said.
“I didn’t say that, I just said to take off your clothes.”
I moved closer to him and he didn’t protest as I began unfastening his shirt. It fell away to reveal his slender, sculpted chest and stomach. As I got to the last button, I traced my fingertips over the V running into his pants and he dropped his head back and swore softly under his breath.
I pulled his shirt off and he stood still, allowing me to unfasten his pants and remove them. Then he was clad only in his boxers, his cock a hard ridge beneath them. When my fingers brushed over the waistband, he gently took hold of my wrists and held them back.
“It’s big,” he said quietly. “I’m not just saying that to be an asshole, it’s just the truth.”
“How big?” I said critically, meeting his pale gaze.
“I’ve never measured it.”
“You’re just full of yourself,” I chided, sliding my fingertips beneath the fabric.
He shook his head. “Let’s go in the bathroom, take a shower together.”
For a moment, I imagined being in the shower with him. Standing under the hot spray with his wet, naked body pressed up against mine. Heat flared between my thighs and I nodded, hoping he couldn’t see the flush moving up my cheeks.
He flicked on the bathroom light and I followed him inside, my stomach fluttering with nerves. I hung back, my arms wrapped around my body, as he turned on the shower. He flicked his wrist in the spray of water, testing it.
“Want me to wash your hair?” he said.
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. I wasn’t sure why I was so nervous. I’d touched my ex’s cock plenty of times, I’d had it in my mouth and let him come down my throat. But he’d been an average size and easy enough to take. And he hadn’t been the kind of man my husband was, he hadn’t had the years and experience Viktor had. He hadn’t had such an overwhelming, dominating presence.
He took me by the waist and pressed his hips against me, grinding them slowly. He bent my throat back with his thumb beneath my chin and his hard mouth pressed to the base of my neck. His breath was hot, tingling over my skin and sending a shock of heat through my pussy. I squirmed, pressing my thighs together.
“Have you got a needy cunt?” he murmured, his lean fingers drifting down. “Do you need me to satisfy it for you, baby?”
I shivered as his mouth worked over my collarbones and forced myself not to get lost in what he did to me. Pressing him back, I looked up at him. His eyes flickered over me, watching me with that habitual expression of polite curiosity. The curve of his mouth that I had once thought harsh now seemed almost sensual.
“I want to see you,” I whispered.
His chest rose once and he nodded, his gaze flicking up and down again. I moved closer and slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers. He kept his gaze locked on my hands as I tugged the fabric down. I felt it catch on his erection and then I heard the sound of his boxers hit the ground and he was naked.
“Go on then,” he said softly. “You can look.”
I dropped my gaze.
“Holy shit,” I said, unable to help myself.