She moans when I run my tongue over her bottom lip before giving it a soft suck, letting her feel my teeth graze along her skin.
“I want to see my wife,” I say, running my fingers under her sweater just enough to lightly dance them over the soft skin of her lower back. “Let me see you,lisichka.”
Her head gives a barely noticeable nod before she steps back enough to kick off her shoes. I watch, my cock so fucking hard it’s painful, as she undoes her jeans with trembling fingers. I drink in the sight of her, watching her peel her jeans off one intoxicating inch at a time until she’s in nothing but her sweater and a pair of white, cotton panties that have little candy canes all over them.
“You really do love Christmas, don’t you?”
She blushes and looks even more nervous, shifting her weight from foot to foot.
“Relax.” I reach out and brush her hair off her shoulder, letting my fingers graze her neck. “I think they’re cute.”
Her shaky fingers grip the bottom of her sweater. Before she pulls it off, she says in a voice so low I have to strain to hear, “My dad and stepmom died in a car crash close to a year ago. I was with them.” Then she pulls off her sweater, revealing a patchwork of long, jagged scars that run over her arms and across her chest. Some of them are still red; others have turned a silvery white that matches the one on her cheek. My eyes follow them, noticing the way several disappear into her bra. When she reaches back to undo it, I see that there are a couple on her breasts, but she looks so damn beautiful that I barely notice any of them. My brain freezes at the sight of her, and all I can do is stare like an idiot, my brain refusing to work and form words.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I finally manage to say, eyeing the way her chest is rising and falling with her fast breaths. Unable to resist touching her, I slide my fingers up her stomach, feeling her scars as I make my way to one of her perfect tits, groaning when her nipples harden right before my eyes.
“Fuck,” I groan, picking her up and laying her on the bed, hovering my body above hers and looking into her eyes. Pressing the hard length of my cock against her panty-covered pussy, I grind against her, making her gasp and cling to my shoulders. “Do you feel what you do to me?”
“Yes,” she moans, rocking her hips up to me.
“You are beautiful,lisichka, so fucking beautiful it takes my goddamn breath away.”
She lets out a soft whimper, and when I see the tears start to fall down her cheeks, I let out a growl and lick them up, coating my tongue with the salty taste.
“No more tears, baby,” I whisper against her lips.
When I bring a hand to her hips to tug her panties down, she tightens her legs around me and says, “Wait, Aleksandr. I have to tell you something.”
My hand freezes while my cock presses firmly against the wet slit that I’m dying to slide into. Just the thought of her clenching around my thick shaft has me nearly growling with need. She drives me wild, like no other woman has, and I know I’m close to losing all control, to giving a part of myself to her that I’ve never giving anyone, but I can’t bring myself to care.
“What do you need to tell me,lisichka?”
She takes a breath and taps her fingers on my shoulders nervously. “I’ve never actually done this before.”
It takes a good five seconds for me to understand what she’s saying because my brain refuses to believe it. Each passing second, her face grows a little redder. “Just forget I said anything,” she says in a rush.
“Wait, what?” I lift up so I can see her better. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah.”
I keep looking at her, trying to grasp the fact that my wife is a virgin and that I was about two seconds from slamming into her so roughly it would’ve had her crying from pain. I don’t think I would’ve ever forgiven myself.
“I’m glad you told me.” I lean closer and give her a soft kiss. “My perfect, sweet,lisichka. You’re going to be the end of me, sweetheart. I’m not used to touching something so pure and innocent.”
“Don’t treat me like that. Don’t treat me like I’m something breakable just because I’ve never had sex. I’m a rule follower,” she says with a shrug. “When I was younger, there’s no way I could’ve had sex knowing that I wasn’t supposed to, and then I got older and just didn’t meet anybody that I wanted to have sex with. After the accident, I was too embarrassed to try and get close to anybody. I thought I would disgust any man who saw me.”
“I’m glad you waited, even if it does make me sound selfish to say it. I’m glad this really is only mine,” I say, rocking my hips and pressing into her pussy again. Sitting back, I tug my sweater off and watch her eyes widen when I grab her hand and run her fingers over all the scars I have. “Does this disgust you?”
Her fingers softly run over old cuts from training, stab wounds from when I was first starting out and learning, and a gunshot wound that I took to my shoulder about five years ago when I’d jumped in front of Uncle Viktor to save his life.
“No, it doesn’t disgust me,” she whispers, tracing the line of a jagged scar that runs along my hip before tracing the lines of one of my tattoos. “But scars are sexy on guys.”
“Everything is sexy on you,” I say, giving her a wink and making her smile.
Leaning back down, I groan at the feel of her bare tits against my chest. “I want to taste you,” I whisper against her lips, giving her bottom lip a soft suck. “I want to taste my virgin wife.”
She shakes her head quickly, making me smile as I kiss a line down her neck, greedy for the taste of her. I want to devour every damn inch of her. Kissing, licking, and sucking on her skin, I slowly work my way down, stopping to give the crook of her neck a soft bite. My teeth graze her skin, giving her soft nips until she’s whimpering and rocking her hips up to me, desperate to get me inside her, desperate for what she’s never had.
When I run my tongue over one of her hard nipples, she moans my name, making me wonder for one horrible second if I’m actually going to bust a damn nut in my jeans like a fucking teenager. I wrap my mouth around her tit, sucking her in and hoping like hell I can finish what I’ve started without embarrassing myself.