My palm lands against her pussy.
“Jesus, Misha,” she gasps, her back arching.
“You will fucking come,” I order, my tone clearly stating it’s not up for debate.
I pinch her clit before flicking my finger over the bundle of nerves, and it has the desired reaction from my woman. Her hands fist in the covers, and her eyes burn on me with need.
“More,” she begs.
I keep repeating the actions until she’s a writhing mess on the bed, then I grab hold of her hips and slam back inside her.
It only takes two thrusts before Aurora lets out a hoarse cry, her body convulsing as the pleasure rips through her.
“Khoroshaya devochka,” I praise her for being a good girl.
As she clenches around my cock, I hammer into her until my balls tighten and my own orgasm seizes me. My thrusts instantly become jerky and uncoordinated, my control totally stripped from me by the overpowering pleasure ravaging my body.
I keep plunging into her as I ride the ecstasy until the very ends of my sanity before I crawl over her and drop down, needing to crush her beneath my body.
“Khristos,” I exhale, struggling to catch my breath. “I fucking love your body.”
Aurora lets out a chuckle filled with all the happiness in the world, and pushing up to look at her, I revel in the sight of the blood coating her skin.
“You look good in red.” The words rumble from me, filled with a very unhealthy obsessiveness.
Pulling out of her, I watch as she flinches. “How’s the pain?”
“Bearable.”
“Liar.”
Climbing off the bed, I pick her up and carry her to the bathroom. I love St. Monarch’s showers. They’re big enough for a fucking orgy.
I help Aurora stand on her feet, then open the faucets. Cold water spurts over us, making her shriek and burrow close to my body for warmth.
I chuckle, thinking she’s cute as fuck.
Grabbing a bottle ofL’Occitanebody wash, I read the label and see it’s cherry blossom scented. “So this is what you smell like,” I mutter to myself.
Opening the bottle, I inhale deeply, and with a smile forming on my face, I pour some of the liquid into my palm.
Lathering the soap in my hands until there are enough suds, I brush my palms over her shoulders and down her front.
“You have amazing tits,” I compliment her as I massage the soap over her skin, watching her nipples grow even harder from the attention I’m giving them.
“Uh…thank you?” She laughs, sounding a little awkward.
My eyes lock on her face. “Are you self-conscious?”
A soft pink flush creeps up her next to settle in her cheeks. “Yeah.”
It’s hard to believe.
“Seriously?” I ask. “You’re a fucking masterpiece. What are you insecure about?”
“I’m not insecure.” Her teeth tug at her bottom lip. “It’s the first time I’m naked in front of a man.”
Right.