Jade
Sweet, sweet relief.
Feeling my husband fill me up is exactly what I’ve been needing. Every craving for him that’s been building and building for days on end is finally extinguishing. Fire cracks through my veins with every slow thrust he gives, making himself comfortable inside of me. He warms us up, taking it easy to stretch me out around him.
Even with the slow pace, I’m already drunk on him.
“So good,” I moan, breathing out a long sigh.
“Yeah?” he drawls, hungry eyes devouring me from above. “Is that aching little pussy finally getting her fill, baby?”
“Mmmfuck,” I agree, nodding.
Dmitri takes his time, pushing in and pulling back with long, measured strokes. My walls protest each time he leaves, trying to hold him in with hard clenches. He loves it, moving back even slower just to feel the tug.
“Look at you,” he says, lifting one of my legs by the thigh and bringing it further to the side, spreading me open even wider for a better view. “So fucking pretty.”
The praise is like a direct tap on my clit, a rush of heat swelling all throughout my body. My cheeks must be blood red while I let out a mewled moan.
“You like that, wife?” he asks, rolling his hips forward with more force than before. “You like when I tell you how pretty you look on your back, legs spread nice and wide, while you let me stuff this hot little pussy full of cock?”
I nod eagerly, gasping as he picks up the pace. “You know I do.”
“That’s right,” he agrees. “I know exactly what you need, love.”
Borderline blinding pleasure zips up my spine as he leans forward more, putting his pelvis directly against my clit with each new thrust. Dmitri gives it to me harder and faster, driving me wild. He’s done with drawing out every moment and has moved on to the seriously intense stuff.
It’s impossible to hide sounds or muffle my moans. He gets raw and unfiltered reactions with every move. My hands reach up and hold onto his chest, needing the stability of my hold on him.
“Fuck,” Dmitri curses, hands tightening on my sides. “You feel so fucking good, Krasotka.”
“Dmitri,” I whimper, squeezing his chest tighter, nails digging softly into his skin. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop—”
“Shhh,” he coos, continuing to rock his hips. “I’m not stopping, baby.”
We go for so long that time seems to bleed around us, like a made-up concept with absolutely no purpose or impact on our lives. It’s just me and him. Dmitri and I, two bodies and two souls wrapped around each other, worshiping one another.
When we finish, my limbs feel like gummy worms that are falling off at the root. Everything is so deliciously sore, and my husband doesn’t hesitate to take care of me.
Dmitri carries me to the shower bridal-style, stepping under the warm spray while I’m still in his arms. Cum spills down my thighs, slowly trickling out of me as he stands me up, keeping me supported with his strong arms.
“Lean against me if you need to, Krasotka,” he instructs softly. “I’ve got you, Jade.” I take the invitation gratefully, resting my head against his chest while the soothing rainfall trickles on and around us.
“How are you not exhausted?” I ask, mouth pulling open in a yawn. “You did most of the work, and I feel like I just ran seven miles.”
“Only seven?” he teases, kissing my neck sweetly.
I shudder but shake my head. “I couldn’t handle even a quarter mile more, so don’t get any ideas,” I warn him, kissing his chest in return.
He chuckles and reaches for a bottle while keeping me safely tucked against him. Dmitri starts to lather some body wash between his fingers, filling the shower with warm vanilla citrus-scented air. As soon as his hands start to massage my arms with it, I slump even more against him. It feels so damn good—so impossibly relaxing—I could fall asleep to this.
“Keep those whimpers to yourself, baby,” he rumbles, continuing to wash me, his hands shifting lower to work on my stomach next. “Unless you’d like another round after all?”
My stomach flutters, and I groan pathetically. “Don’t tempt me, husband. I can hardly keep my eyes open, let alone my legs.”
His cock hardens and twitches against my side. “Call me your husband again, and I’ll hold your legs open for you,” he speaks, voice dripping with new lust. “I have no issue with fucking you in my arms right here, wife.”
Oh god.
My thighs quiver, and suddenly I don’t feel so tired, nor so sore.
“Dmitri?” I ask, voice coming out with a small shake.
“Yes, Krasotka?”
My fingers play with his chest hair, twirling around it before walking down his stomach. “I need my husband,” I whisper, wrapping my fingers around the thick shaft of his hard cock to punctuate my claim.
In one swift movement, he lifts me by hooking his arms around the back of my thighs, pulling me up to eye level, and crushes my lips into a fevered kiss.
His cock lays flat against my pussy, teasing my clit with friction while we attack each other’s mouths. Our tongues have a messy finesse, boldly stroking in and out of greedy lips while Dmitri pins me to the tiled wall. Continuing to hold me up with little effort, he uses the wall as an anchor so he can access one of his hands.
He taps the head of his cock against my clit, watching it just like I do.
“Such a good girl for your husband,” he purrs, teasing me with another tap. “You want another fuck, baby? A nice and hard one?”
Something about his display of strength has me dripping with more than just his remaining cum. Every touch he provides feels like electricity coursing through my veins. I’ve always loved Dmitri’s size and the way it makes me feel to just be next to him. But the way he’s lifting me up and controlling every ounce of my weight makes me want to get on my knees and show him just how much I love him.
I can suck his cock anytime, though, it’s a much more silent affair on my part, and Dmitri can control his responses so much better than I can. So as much as I’d love to offer him my mouth to fuck, we need to utilize this time wisely.
“Yeah, I want another.” Just hearing myself say it has me clenching around nothing, so empty and ready for him. “You feel so good in my pussy, Dmitri,” I tell him, licking his bottom lip just to taste him again. “I miss it already.”
His deep eyes bore into mine with a heat that burns me up.
“Fucking perfect,” he rumbles, lowering his fat cock to meet my entrance. “You, my pretty little wife, were fucking made for me.”
Not holding back a second more, he bottoms out, shoving every last inch of his length into my waiting cunt. The angle is so precise that water rolls off of him and dances down to my clit, teasing the sensitive, swollen bud. The combination is enough to make me scream. Voice cracking with the sound, I lean forward, sinking my teeth into the dense muscle of his shoulder.
There’s no slow beginning like before, only hard and deep strokes that have muffled moans vibrating against my lips and his skin.
I don’t know how long he goes for, long enough for me to come screaming at least twice. When he comes in me again, I know I can’t go for another round. I’ll practically be in a pleasure coma if we do. So Dmitri washes us up, spoiling me by taking care of my hair too. He lathers and conditions it, making sure to be careful with any knots he finds.
When we get out, he towels me off, too, planting kisses sporadically over my body while he goes. Being naked with him is such a temptation, but for once, I’m able to resist.
As he’s drying my hair, a soft knock rattles against the bathroom door.
“If you guys aren’t done yet, it’s time to finish up. Cars are starting to pull back into the driveway.” It’s Ivan.
Oh my god, I forgot about Ivan.
My face flames in the bathroom mirror reflection, and Dmitri smirks.
It appears one of us remembered that his brother lives here too.
Lust really can melt your brain, damn.
“How much did you hear?” I croak, nervous even though he’s overheard us in the past. This is not something we should make a habit of.
“Jade, I don’t think there’s anything I didn’t hear,” he returns, sounding amused. “Don’t worry about it, just get dressed and try to stop blushing so hard.”
Mind reader, I think to myself, rubbing my cheeks to try to remove the flush there.
“We’ll be right out,” Dmitri tells him.
“We have to get him headphones or something,” I pout. “Poor guy.”
My husband chuckles, kissing my shoulder lightly. “Ivan doesn’t care about hearing us, and he doesn’t wear headphones for a reason. He’s your guard, Jade,” he says, reminding me gently. “It’s okay that you don’t see him that way, but at no point in time when you’re near is he not thinking about keeping you safe. It’s as important to him as it is to me.”
“I guess so,” I reluctantly agree.
I can live with Ivan being my guard as long as he stays my best friend too. I care way more about that than I do about having his protection. Protection can be hired and replaced, friends like Ivan can’t be.
Dmitri hugs me from behind, pressing a kiss to the side of my face. “Come, Krasotka, let’s get you into a new dress. You’re going to need some food to make up for everything I just put you through.”
A good-ass steak sandwich might bring actual tears to my eyes right now, so I giddily follow him out of the bathroom and into my closet.
By the time we’re both dressed, I can hear the familiar sounds of ruckus that follow my brothers begin to fill the house.
Dmitri starts to make me a snack while Ivan and I sit at the small breakfast nook together. I haven’t seen everyone yet, but of course, Matteo finds us first.
“Well, you’re in a way better mood,” Matteo notes, and I blush.
“Don’t ask about it,” Ivan warns, earning him a little kick from me under the table. He doesn’t flinch, of course.
Matteo looks between us. “Why not ask? What’d you do?”
“Nothing,” I chime too quickly.
Narrowing his eyes, Matteo flicks Ivan on the shoulder. “What’d she do?”
“You don’t want to know,” he tells him, hiding a smile.
“Uhh, yes, I do,” Matteo refutes, almost insulted.
“Okay,” Ivan replies, shrugging. “Jade’s happy because my brother finally fucked her while you were gone, and she’s been waiting for it since he got here.”
“Ivan,” I squeak.
“Oh, gross.” My brother scrunches up his nose.
“You didn’t have to hear it,” Ivan tacks on.
“Even more gross,” Matteo protests. “You suck, man.”
Dmitri kisses the side of my temple, giving me and Ivan both a plate of strawberries drizzled with chocolate. I smile at him gratefully, continuing to listen to our brothers’ squabble.
“You see,” Ivan continues, nodding to an uncomfortable Matteo. “He’s learning not to be nosy one bit of TMI at a time.”
Huffing, Matteo takes the seat next to Ivan while glaring at him. “If you’re trying to train me, treats would be appreciated.”
Eyes rolling, Ivan drops one of his chocolate strawberries into my brother’s open palm. “There, happy?”
Matteo snatches up the offering and tosses it into his mouth. “Much better.”
“I’d call you a good boy for eating your treat, but talking with your mouth full isn’t very well-mannered of you.”
“My mouth definitely isn’t full, and you can still call me a good boy.”
Okay, wow. Since when do these two playfully banter?
Dmitri and I share a look, but he’s less interested in them and more interested in kissing me. When our lips part, I sigh happily.
This is everything I need.
