She looks uncertain.
“Ass up,” I say, making sure my instructions are clear.
She bites her lip, considering the order for a moment before asking, “You’re not going to spank me, are you?”
Amused, I raise a brow. “Not unless you want me to. Do you?”
“No,” she says quickly.
“Then lie down.”
She looks at my groin, where the head of my cock is pushing through the elastic of my pajama bottoms and pressing against my stomach. “Don’t you want to take those off?”
Her eagerness makes my lips quirk with satisfaction. “In a moment.”
Slowly, she executes the order, watching me warily as she drapes herself over my lap so that her pussy is cushioned on my legs and her ass is in the air. There’s something perverse about her being presented like this, with her shorts around her thighs and her ass naked. I like that she doesn’t wear panties under those silky pajama bottoms. I like that I can see everything from this angle.
Flattening a palm on her lower back, I stroke her soft skin. Her body breaks out in goosebumps when I caress her firm globes. Her bare pussy glistens with wetness, the plump lips swollen and pink. I trace the seam slowly, making her shiver. She bends her elbows and rests her cheek on her arm, watching me, but she can’t see how erotic the sight is when I part those pretty lips in the V of two fingers to reveal the little pearl hidden underneath. I draw the thumb of my free hand over the button. Even the light touch makes her jerk. She clenches her ass cheeks when I apply firmer pressure.
I tear my gaze away from the work of my hands to gauge her expression. Her eyes are closed and her lips slightly parted, her breaths coming rapidly. Focusing my attention between her legs again, I rub faster while applying more pressure. She lifts her ass a little, the involuntary movement giving me better access, enough to gather some of her slickness. Keeping her open between my fingers, I turn my other hand palm-up and sink two fingers inside her. She looks so hot with her ass in my lap and my fingers in her pussy that a hot jet of precum erupts from the tip of my cock.
I never thought I’d get off on pulling down a woman’s shorts and making her come in my lap with my fingers, but here I am, ready to ejaculate in my pants, because this isn’t any woman. This is my woman. I don’t break the pace of my fingers as I lift my other hand and suck my thumb into my mouth. I lubricate it well before pressing on her back entrance. The tight ring stretches easily, letting my thumb in to the knuckle. It only takes a few pumps before she gets to where I want to bring her. I nearly explode when she comes with a cry, squeezing her inner muscles around my fingers. If it’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, I don’t know what is.
Aftershocks are still racking her body when I peel the shorts from her legs. I take just enough time to push my own pants over my hips before lifting her into a sitting position so that she straddles my thighs. Fastening my hands around her waist, I help her onto her knees. I hold her in place with one hand and grip the root of my cock with the other to position it at her entrance. She does the rest of the work, lowering herself over me. With every inch I sink into her, my balls draw tighter. I’m not going to last long, but that’s not the point. That’s why I took care of her pleasure first.
She leans back, rocking gently while resting her hands on my legs. Her nipples are hard points visible through the silk of her camisole. Her curves bounce with her movement, the fact that they’re hidden somehow making the sight hotter. I home in on the triangle between her legs, on how her pussy stretches to accommodate my cock.
That’s all it takes. I grip her waist to hold her in place and pivot my hips, taking her with harsh thrusts. Sweat beads over my body as I pound into her, taking everything that belongs to me. The foreplay has been too much of a turn-on. Long before I’m ready, the release builds at the base of my spine. Two more thrusts, and sweet, agonizing pleasure pumps through my body and blows my mind. I’m breathing hard, lost in the moment, forgetting crucial details such as being alert.
Wrapping my arms around her, I press her to my chest. I’m reluctant to pull out. My body is sated. It should be satisfied at stamping my possession on her, but now that the idea of earlier has taken root, it wants more. I want everything with her, including the family I never thought I’d have. I won’t rest until it’s done, until I’ve bound her to me with no option of escape. Before that can happen, I need to put a ring on her finger. The one I brought with me isn’t the one that will tie her to me yet, but for now, it’ll do.
Reluctantly, I move her aside. Sex with Katerina is always hot, but our morning sex is especially intense. After cleaning her up, I coax her into having a shower with me, and then I take her back to bed. It’s still early, yet neither of us is tired enough to drift back to sleep.
After pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, I get two cups of hot carob almond milk from the vending machine in the hallway and carry them back to the room.
She gives me a smile when I offer her the drink. “You always spoil me with breakfast in bed.” Teasingly, she adds, “You do realize I’ve gotten used to it and will now expect it for life?”
For life. Fuck, yeah. “I can live with that.”
I leave my drink on the nightstand and get the gift-wrapped box from my bag. Getting back into bed next to her, I say, “Merry Christmas.”
Biting her lip, she looks at the box I leave on her lap.
“Hey.” I brush a strand of hair from her face. “What’s wrong?”
Her smile turns sad. “I didn’t get you anything. I would have, but…”
She doesn’t say it’s because I took away her access to her money and her freedom to go where she likes.
“We don’t celebrate Christmas in Russia on this date.” It’s a poor excuse, a feeble attempt at brushing away the hurt that underlies the unsaid, but I tell myself this situation is only temporary. “Besides, I don’t need anything.”
She looks at me quickly. “That’s not the point. Giving a gift isn’t about offering something the recipient needs.”
My words are gentle, soothing. “I know, my love.” My smile is a consolation. “But I appreciate the intention. That’s all that matters.”
Judging by the pleat between her eyebrows, she disagrees. Not wanting to spoil the aftermath of our amazing sex with an argument, I opt for changing the subject. “Aren’t you going to open that? I know you already know what it is, but it seemed like an appropriate time to give it to you.”
“Thank you,” she says, making a good effort to not let me see the sadness that remains in her eyes.
I keep my tone light. “Open it first before you thank me.”
She tears away the wrapping paper and opens the lid of the box. “It really is exquisite.”
I lift the ring from the box and take her hand to slide it onto her finger. “Rubies suit you.”
“So that is what the ring is for? For Christmas?”
“Yes,” I say, another lie sliding smoothly from my tongue.
“You shouldn’t have.”
“I wanted to.” And that’s not a lie.
“Thank you again.” She holds her hand to the light, studying the ring.
“You’re very welcome again.”