In which there is so much sex, though I doubt any of us will disapprove.
Alexi…
I carry my little Kolibri back to the bedroom, laying her out on the mattress with her hair spread out around her, her dark curls blending into the black of the bedcover.
“Are you sore?” I ask, kissing my way up one long leg, then moving away before I get to her center.
“A little,” she admits, cheeks flushed. Still, her hand slides into my hair, her fingers lightly scratching my scalp.
Fuck, that’s good…
I nuzzle against her for a moment before resuming my kisses over her belly button, pushing her borrowed t-shirt up as I went. I linger on the soft skin between her breasts, and the hollow of her throat. She might be sore, but her breath was already coming fast, her pupils flared. “My poor hummingbird.” I soothe a couple of bruises with my tongue that I’d left on her neck last night.
“I’m not that sore,” she says hastily.
“You always need to tell me,” I say sternly, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’ll never hurt me like this,” she whispers. For a moment, she looks terribly sad and I kiss the little crease between her eyes.
“I’m your husband. I’ll never want to hurt you. My job will be to always keep you safe.” I put her hand on my chest, over the tattoo of my family’s crest. The sadness doesn’t leave her eyes, but she smiles for me.
Resuming my kissing, I suck her stiff nipple in my mouth, lightly scraping it with my teeth and enjoying her moans and her fingers in my hair before kissing the other one. If I were a better man, I’d let her perfect little pussy rest today. But being inside her last night… I’d never had sex that powerful. That intense.
“I can make you feel all better,” I promise, smiling darkly. Based on her wide eyes, she does not seem reassured. Moving down, I place a soft kiss on her clit before gently spreading her lips and looping her legs over my elbows. She has a tidy little thatch of curls, I think of shaving her bare and a pulse goes down my spine to my cock.
“So sweet, so silky,” I murmur, running the tip of my tongue along the slim furrow between her legs before pushing it inside her as far as I can.
“Oh!” Her thighs try to close and I push them open wider.
“Stay open for me,” I grunt, mindlessly rubbing my hard cock against the mattress while I lash her pussy with my tongue and then circle her clit. When I wrap my lips around it and pull, her stomach tightens and she sits up as if there’s a connection between the two.
“Lean back on your elbows,” I say, releasing her clit with a pop, “I want you to watch how pink and pretty your pussy gets for me.” Sliding my hands under her ass, I lift her to my mouth.
Lucya’s cheeks are flushed and she’s nearly panting. “You… no one should be this good.”
I wisely refrain from pointing out that I’m the only one who’s been near this pussy, so she doesn’t have much basis for comparison, but the thought of another man touching what’s mine makes me growl and the vibration sends my hummingbird into a back arching orgasm. It feels like she’s pulling out chunks of my hair, but I’ll wear it as a badge of honor.
“How do you feel now, baby?” I hover over her, looking at her dreamy smile.
“Better,” she sighs.
Placing a kiss on her stomach, I start to pull away. “Then my work here is done.”
“Wait!” She’s gripping my shirt, looking equal parts determined and embarrassed. “You’ve been so good to me, can I do… you know.”
Sliding back over her, I hold most of my weight off her, bracing my forearms on either side of her head. “Do you want to suck me, my little Kolibri?”
The words seem to intimidate her, but she nods. “I won’t be any good at it, but I can learn.”
“Your mouth on my cock at this moment would make me blow sky-high like a fourteen-year-old boy,” I groan. “We’ll save that for another time. What I would like…” My knees push her thighs apart, “is to be inside this searing hot cunt. I can go slow.”
Her legs wrap around my hips and she nods. “Yes, please.”
“Such a good girl,” I whisper in her ear, the pierced tip of my cock paused at the entrance to her channel.
Lucya…
Alexi looks so hungry.
He’s pressing into me slowly, gently moving his hips back and forth until I dig my heels into the small of his back, urging him to go deeper. It does hurt, but in a way I’m finding I want, the stinging stretch mixing the pain and the pleasure into something else.
I kiss his enormous bicep, rubbing my cheek on the hard muscle. All of him is so enormous, he covers me completely in a way that should scare me. But it feels safe, like the sheer bulk of him could protect me from anything. He’s touching and kissing me like he might die if he doesn’t have all of me and I tighten my thighs.
“Give me everything,” I whisper into his ear, and he rears back, his crystal blue eyes darkening.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you.” His hips snap forward and I can only gasp, all the air leaving my body to make room for his cock, stretching me unimaginably wide and there it is, his piercing, rubbing against my G-spot and an orgasm hits me like a tsunami. There’s no place to hide from it, no way to slow it down and I scream up to the ceiling.
It takes a minute to register that he’s stopped inside me, filled me to the brim and he’s whispering words I don’t understand as he kisses me. They feel like love, it feels like love in the way he’s holding me and I let myself pretend for a moment that Alexi does love me.
Like I’ve loved him my entire life.
“There you are,” he murmurs, brushing my hair back from my face, “my sweet girl.”
His hips start moving again and all I can focus on is the slick feel of him inside me, how even though it hurts, when he pulls out of me I feel so empty. So I grip his shoulder, his arm, anywhere I can hang onto as I push my hips up, wordlessly asking for more.
“Come inside me,” I whisper, gathering my courage, “come with me.”
Alexi presses his lips against mine in a fierce kiss, moving faster and sending his cock deeper than I thought was possible. “Milk me,” he says hoarsely, “squeeze the come out of me into your fiery little cunt.”
So, I do.
The room is silent, aside from the sound of our panting. I hold him tighter, my face buried in the spot when his neck meets his shoulder. When he put my hand over his heart, I’d hoped for one stupid moment that he was pledging himself to me. Instead, he pledged my safety. As if I’m another one of his duties.
Kissing his sweaty skin, I fight off the familiar feeling of worthlessness that haunted most of my past. He may not love me yet, but even the Angel of Death has a heart, and I’m going to find my way inside it.
