Chapter 16: Wren

I melted at the feeling of his lips against mine, his tongue gradually slipping into my mouth. My body trembled as his hands caressed my scalp, easing my stress.

My heart was racing, pounding from all that anxiety coursing through my blood. I couldn't resist him even if I wanted to—and I didn't want to. I felt his erection brushing against my lap; he was hard as a rock, and my mind reeled with excitement.

I gave in to his kiss, adrenaline pumping through my blood, my heart rate increasing by the minute. Our tongues danced in our mouths, both our heads moving in sync, tilting sideways in the direction of this overwhelming passion.

His hands left my hair and glided over to the gentle swell of my breasts. I gasped into his mouth when he fondled them with a tender squeeze that sent shivers down my spine. His palm slipped under my top for a better feel of my boobs.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pushing closer so I could feel his erection, my tongue twirling in his mouth. I felt his hands tug down the fabric of my bra, his fingers deliciously pinching my nipples.

I broke free from his enchanted lips, my soft moans escaping into the air.

He kissed my cheeks—one at a time—his hands still working their magic on my beasts. Swooning in ecstasy, my head fell backward as he kissed the nape of my neck, pressing his moist lips against my skin.

His tender touch had ignited the fire in me, and now this sensual flame was threatening to consume me. My body was tensing, quivering at the way he took his time to massage my breasts so delicately.

My hand dared to slide down his pants, tracing his length.

Fuck. He was so hard.

He left my breasts for a minute, his hands caressing my hips, massaging my ass. He caught my eyes, holding my gaze with a grin playing on his lips.

I shuddered when he gently unbuttoned my pair of jeans, his gaze never leaving mine. With a slow, passionate move, he pulled down my zipper, his eyes dropping as if to catch a glimpse of my underpants. The smile spreading across his face hinted at his satisfaction at the sight of my red panties peeking out from underneath my jeans.

He leaned forward and locked lips with me for a fleeting moment before wrapping his arms around my waist. A second later, he pulled me to himself and switched to kissing my neck again.

As his lips grazed my skin, my head tilted toward the ceiling, and my body arched, hips swaying reflexively. His touch sent warmth spreading through my veins, pulling a soft moan from my lips.

His scent—cologne mixed with a subtle hint of sweat—enveloped me, invading my senses and filling my heart with desire.

I'd been craving him all day, anticipating his return and thinking of him being inside me. I moaned in his ear when his hands caressed my waist, and my moans grew even louder when he slipped a hand down underneath my jeans.

Tremors vibrated through my core as he brushed his fingers over the surface of my underpants. A spark of electricity surged through my blood, causing my body to tremble. My legs parted for better access, hands flying into my hair as I shut my eyes, reveling in his touch.

His fingers found their way under my panties, and as they settled on my wetness, I unleashed a throaty moan. He pulled me closer with the hand around my waist while gliding his finger up and down my entrance with the other.

“Fuck,” I whispered, feeling all my anxiety and stress dissipating seamlessly.

His thumb caressed my swollen clit. “You like?” He squinted, watching me writhe at his touch.

I bit my lower lip and nodded, too excited to speak.

“Say it.” He quickened his moves on my clit.

I moaned, trembling with pleasure as my lungs burned and my breath caught in my throat. The ecstatic shock traveling through my body has stolen my ability to speak.

“I wanna hear you say it,” he repeated, sticking a second finger into my wet cunt.

My legs quivered beneath me, suddenly too weak to carry my weight. I tried to respond to him but couldn't find the words because my thoughts were everywhere and nowhere at the same time. It was as though my brain had shut down, unable to think.

He pushed me to the wall, my back resting against it for support as he stared into my face, his fingers thrusting rapidly into my pussy. “Tell me,” he whispered, his husky voice dripping with desire.

The longer I took to respond, the faster he fingered my mound, and he seemed to enjoy watching me shudder.

“I want you,” I moaned softly, finally finding my voice. “I want you so bad.” I jerked my eyes at him, my teeth grazing my lower lip in a seductive manner.

While still fingering me, he leaned closer, and I claimed his lips with a fervent kiss that left us both gasping for air. With my arms around his neck, I stuck my tongue deep into his mouth, the lioness in me taking control.

I wanted him, and I wasn't going to hold back at all.

He lifted me up, his palms supporting my ass as he led me across the room. In his strong hold, I pushed my hair behind my ear, and my head tilted down while still kissing those sweet lips.

Afanasy slowly set me down on the plush couch, my head resting on the armrest. I cupped his face in my palms, feeling the sensation of his hands on my breasts.

He left my lips and stared at me for a moment, his eyes sparkling with mirth. “My God, you're so beautiful.” His voice, calm and husky, fueled my desire.

My cheeks flushed at his remark, my heart swelling with excitement as I pulled him by the sagged tie hanging off his neck. My hands deftly grabbed the lapels of his coat, and I tugged rapidly in response to the flame burning within me. I struggled with the buttons for a moment; they strained, then released as I slipped the coat off his shoulders.

The fabric slid down his arms, and I tossed it aside, my lips reaching to lock with his again. Afanasy's kiss left me breathless, my manicured hands caressing the fabric of his undershirt.

His hands slid under my top, his palms grabbing and squeezing my breasts as his lips devoured mine. My hands hastily unbuttoned his shirt; however, the last three seemed impossible to undo, and I was running out of patience. So, I ripped his shirt open with a strength we both marveled at.

He broke the kiss for a moment, eyebrows arched in surprise as the buttons popped loose, hitting the floor with tiny clicks. I rushed back at his lips, twirling my tongue in his mouth. He'd awakened the lioness in me, and how she was unleashed.

I slipped the shirt, together with the tie, off his shoulders, my hands feeling his rigid frame. His thick skin was tough beneath my palms as I explored his torso. His body tensed, his chiseled abs contracting into defined ridges.

His hands slipped underneath my top, grazing against my skin as he lifted it over my head. Next, he kissed my neck, my chest rising and falling, swooning in pleasure while his hands roamed my body.

His kiss fell to my chest, and I arched my back in ecstasy, his hands unhooking my bra. I slid my arms free, letting the bra drop, its straps slipping off my shoulders like silk.

His hands claimed my exposed breasts, palms cradling, molding, and squeezing as I writhed against him, a soft purr humming from my lips.

I moaned deeply, my hands roaming his masculine form as he took my breast in his mouth. The chill of his tongue on my nipple sent shivers down my spine as he simultaneously pinched the other with gentle grazes.

He switched between the breasts, sucking and molding each of them while I shuddered beneath him. My heart was swelling with excitement as I twirled, unleashing a soft, trembling moan. My gasps grew louder, more insistent, as his teeth deliciously bit my nipples, sending waves of ecstasy through me.

My body tensed when he slid down, kissing my skin to my belly button. I bucked my hips, impatient, as his hands grasped my waist, pulling down my jeans.

I spread my legs apart, and he went down on me, shifting my underpants to the side. A pleasurable sigh escaped my mouth, lips curling into a smile. His tongue licked me up so good, his teeth grazing over my throbbing clit.

My back arched, and I pressed into the couch with widening eyes and curling toes. Sheer pleasure ripped through me, causing a moan to tear from my lips, raw and unguarded. His tongue danced over my entrance, tracing delicate patterns.

I threw my hands into his hair, pressing his head and lifting my hips, seeking deeper contact. My legs parted further, and I trembled with fluttering eyes, lost in bliss. My breath hitched in my throat, pleasure washing over me like a tidal wave.

He jerked his head and looked at me, his lips covered in my wetness—my juice—as he crawled back to my face. I pulled his head down to my lips and licked the juice, kissing him fervently. His hand slid down to my pussy again, gliding two fingers in.

I moaned in his mouth, quivering as his fingers worked their magic on my mound. Fueled by desire, I pushed him off me and slid down the couch.

Afanasy sat with his back against the couch, watching me on my knees, unbuckling his belt. I never broke eye contact, even as I withdrew his cock from his pants.

The groan he let out in response to my hand stroking his length was music to my ears, and a smile played on my lips. I watched his face contort, muscles bulging as he locked his gaze on me for a moment, his lips pressed together to suppress his moans.

Still watching his face and basking in the desire flickering in his gaze, I moved my fingers to his cap. My thumb twirled over the tip, smearing his pre-cum over his skin.

His body trembled, muscles locking in pleasure. I was pleased, watching him enjoy my actions, narrowed to focus only on his cap.

My eyes darted down to his cock, its cap red from all that stroking. I pushed my hair backward, my mouth swallowing his organ, and a low growl rumbled through his throat, raw and unguarded. My lips wrapped around him, my head twirling to the rhythm of the passion traveling across my body.

I grabbed his clean, shaved balls, delicately caressing them while choking on his cock, deep in my throat. As I pulled out, a thread of saliva lingered from my mouth to his shaft, and I jerked my eyes to meet his.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he whispered, licking his lips.

My eyes crinkled at the corners, and my hands stroked his cock, smearing the drool over his length. I lowered my head, taking his shaft back in my mouth.

His fingers dug into my hair, his waist surging upward as if seeking a deeper connection.

Once done, I wiped my palm over my mouth and tugged down his pants before rising to straddle him. I grabbed his hard cock, positioning it at my entrance, and slowly, I slid down, feeling his shaft travel deep inside me.

I settled astride him, my thighs embracing his hips as our bodies aligned. His hands cupped my breasts, fingers tuning my erect nipples as my waist ground against his cock.

His strong hands roamed my torso, igniting the fire in me as I continued to slide forward and backward with slow, sensual motions.

I tilted my head down, watching the pleasure plastered on his expression, my dark hair spilling over my face like a curtain of silk. My hips swiveled, my body undulating as I rocked against him.

His fingers flew to my face, brushing my hair aside to reveal my lips, which he claimed in a second, devouring them like a hungry beast.

My skin glided against his, our bodies moving in sync with the passion burning in both of our eyes. He grabbed my waist, guiding and controlling my grind over his groin.

Afanasy pulled me deeper, his waist arching as he thrust underneath me. His fervent kiss left me breathless, his fingers digging into my skin. I moaned when he spanked my ass. “Yes!”

He did it again and again, the sweet pain jolting across my body. I took his head, clasping it against my chest, and his mouth, his hands, settled on my breasts.

As he sucked and squeezed them, my pelvis tilted, grinding hard against his. I arched my back, my chest pushing further into his face while working with his hands and mouth.

A finger traveled down my spine, causing my body to shiver at his touch, but I wouldn't stop gliding over his shaft.

He was buried deep inside me, and his hands were all over my body, claiming every curve and contour. The more I ground against him, the more my pace intensified, and soon, I was starting to lose my breath from how fast I rode him.

My movements grew more urgent, frantic by the second, as my body tensed with waves of passion. “Oh, my God, I think I'm gonna cum!” I groaned, my face contorting in pleasure.

His primal growl signaled his arrival, as well, his hands grabbing my hips, feeling me tremble.

My breath caught, and my eyes narrowed, focusing on my husband's face—masked with ecstasy. My features twisted, mouth opened in a silent scream as I ground vigorously.

His jaw clenched, muscles straining as his breathing quickened. I gasped, releasing whispers of pleasure, my hair whipping around my face.

The air was thick with tension, our climax looming over us with tantalizing promise.

I dug my fingers into his shoulders and quickly wrapped my arms around his neck, seeking an anchor. A low moan escaped my lips, my body shuddering as my climax burst forth, releasing a warm liquid rush.

Afanasy's legs trembled, his voice quivering with sensation. “I'm coming!”

“Yes! Give it to me. I want it!” The words tumbled out of my mouth, laced with desperation.

He unleashed another growl, his waist bucking, as he filled me up with his load.

“Yessss!” I screamed, my heart swelling with emotions.

His warmth traveled deep inside me, and at the same time, my essence flowed like honeyed wine. Our release was a symphony of pleasure that left us breathless in the end.

“Fuck,” I muttered, trembling at the sweetness coursing through my veins.

I panted, as spent and exhausted as he was. Our eyes met, and I let out a soft giggle, combing my hair back. “That was amazing.”

His lips curled into a bright smile. “No, you're amazing because that was one hell of a ride.” He leaned forward to kiss my chest.

My cheeks flushed, feeling wrapped in his love and attention as I rested my head on his broad chest.

With him, I felt complete and safe, loved and adored, and I could only hope that things wouldn't change.