My arms started trembling, making it difficult to hold myself up, and I tilted forward, ass up, chest against the fur blanket, grabbing fistfuls of the blanket as the orgasm just kept rolling.
Viktor slowed down, and I finally started coming down from the sexual high he’d kept me on. When he pulled out of me, I collapsed sideways onto the fur. He crawled over me, planting kisses from my knees upward, onto my thighs, my hips, my stomach, my breasts. Finally, he kissed my mouth.
His cock was still hard, dragging across my thigh and hip, leaving a trail of our sex behind. He lay down behind me, curled a thick arm around my body, and his cock rested between my ass cheeks. He started moving against me, sliding his cock over my skin, and I gasped and sighed. He cupped my breast, crossing his arm over my chest. I arched my back, pushing myself against his cock.
Without much effort, he found my entrance again, and with a quick thrust, he pushed into me. I moaned, feeling him inside me, thick and hard, filling me up. He started moving and pushed his hand between my legs.
“Touch yourself, kitn,” he said, and when I moved my hand between my legs, his covered it with his.
His fingers were on mine as I rubbed my clit, and I loved it that we were doing it together. When I moved my fingers faster, pushing for my own release, Viktor stilled his hand on top of mine, letting me do my thing. He put his hand on my hip, the other hand on my opposite shoulder, and tilted my body forward. I cried out as he fucked me. I moaned, and when another orgasm rocked through me, I turned my head into the furs and called out Viktor’s name. He growled low in his throat in response.
I pulled away from him when it was over, rolling onto my back. I looked him in the eyes. I struggled to read his expression, but whatever he thought or felt, it was good.
Gently, I nudged his chest. Viktor rolled onto his back, and I mounted him, straddling his hips. His cock was harder, bobbing when he moved, and I guided him to my entrance, sinking onto him. He groaned when I did and ran his fingers through my hair.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
I smiled at him and started moving my hips, sliding up and down on him.
Viktor knew what he was doing, riding me the way he always did, holding out for so long. But this time, his cock grew harder inside me. He grunted and groaned, and by his breathing and the way he was gripping my hips, I knew he was close.
“Come for me, Viktor,” I panted, breathing hard as I rode him.
Viktor bit out a curse word, his abs tightening into delicious blocks, and he pumped into me. I moaned as I felt his dick spilling, and I loved the look of his face, riddled with pleasure.
After a moment, he grunted and relaxed, falling back onto the furs. I smiled, slipped off him, and lay down next to him. I wrapped my arm around his broad chest and felt it rise and fall as his breathing slowed and his heartbeat returned to normal.
He turned his head to me. “Come.”
“Where?”
He stood and held out his hand. I took it, and he helped me up. He led me through the bedroom and to the small bathroom. He turned on the hot water, and when it was warm, he gestured for me to step in first. When he followed me in and closed the door, there was barely enough space for the two of us in the small shower cubicle.
Viktor reached for a bar of soap and worked up a lather before he put his hands on me and started slowly running his hands over my chest, my shoulders, my back. I’d never been washed like this before, and the way he took care with me made me feel incredible. He kissed me as his hands worshipped my body.
After washing me, his hands between my legs, washing away our lovemaking, Viktor kissed me again before he sank to his knees in front of me. He lifted my leg over his shoulder and closed his mouth over my pussy.
I groaned, tilting my head back, letting the hot water run through my hair as he licked and sucked my clit. My entrance was raw from our fucking when Viktor pushed his fingers into me, but he was gentle, and pleasure exploded inside me. His mouth was on my clit, pushing me to yet another orgasm.
Pleasure was everything with this man, and I couldn’t hold back, even if I wanted to.
When I came, Viktor wrapped his arms around my legs, holding me up when I struggled to remain standing. The orgasm was the most intense of the three, rocking my body.
When it was over, Viktor gently lowered my leg, and stood in front of me again. I sagged against the shower wall, breathing hard.
“I don’t want you to go, Angel,” he said in the same tone he’d used before, and it made me want to stay.
Epilogue
Three years later
The diner was busy. Everyone in town had turned out for the party. Streamers had been put up on all the windows, and helium balloons floated against the ceiling. Andy sat in the highchair I’d propped him in, kicking his feet and clapping his hands, squealing while my mom tried to feed him mashed peas. Today was his birthday, and I had a feeling he knew there was cake to follow soon.
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck while I was speaking to Kathy on the phone. I shivered and suppressed a giggle, finalizing a time for the cake to be delivered.
“You can’t do that while I’m on the phone,” I admonished, turning in his arms after hanging up and planting a kiss on his lips. “I’ll make inappropriate sounds.”
Viktor chuckled. “I love the sounds you make.”
I rolled my eyes, but I was laughing. “Come on, my mom’s feeding the baby. Someone has to take over before she feeds him something other than veggies.”
“It’s his birthday, Malen kiy,” Viktor said. “Let the kid have sweets.”
“Easy for you to say now, but you’ll be cursing when we can’t control his sugar high.”
Viktor laughed. “You’re hot when you're in mom mode.”
I blushed. “We have to entertain guests.”
“Great. Let’s do that… and I’ll entertain you later.” The look on his face was filled with lust, and I blushed again.
“There you are,” Dr. Hanson said, standing next to me when we joined the party again. “I was just about to ask your husband if he was going to let you work all day.”
“Viktor won’t let that happen, Doctor,” I said.
Dr. Hanson laughed. “Please, just call me Bernie. How many times do I have to tell you?”
I giggled and nodded.
When I’d been pregnant with Andy, Dr. Bernie Hanson had taken care of me. He’d delivered him in the local hospital, too. He was as involved with our family as the rest of the people in Snowmass, and back home in Grizzly Falls.
After I’d decided I wasn’t going to Chicago, I started thinking about how I was going to help my mom. I couldn’t do it by giving up my own life. Together, we’d started talking about it.
Viktor had suggested we fix what had been broken. That we offer a place for other battered women and their children to find refuge, counselling, and the hope of starting over. So after planning and hard work, we opened the Center for Abused Women and Children in Snowmass. Viktor and Axel had built the place with their own hands using lumber from our land.
Viktor was our muscle. He went with the women to court, helping them and their children testify against the men who hurt them. It was hard for them to testify when they feared the men who stood in front of them in the courthouse. Viktor helped them relax. If the men stepped out of line at all, Viktor handled it.