9. Alexei

9

ALEXEI

I don’t fail to notice the blush creeping up Bianca’s chest and neck as I lie on the couch. I also get immense satisfaction when her blush intensifies every time her eyes flick to my cock. I shift my position, doing my best not to get aroused as she sets up a fresh canvas.

“Can you lie back a bit more?” she asks from behind her easel.

I grin as I catch her peeking at my abs, which I make sure to flex even more.

“Of course.” I spread out even more, resting my arms along the back of the couch as I spread my thighs, giving her ample view of my cock. “Is that better?”

“Y-yes.” She hides behind the canvas.

Chuckling, I enjoy the turn my night is taking.

I had been holed up in my study for hours, not wanting to give in and go to bed because I knew sleep would never come. The dreams and flashbacks never fail to plague me, but they’re particularly bad in the days surrounding the anniversary of my parents murder.

I’ve found if I work myself to exhaustion, whether in my study or in the gym, then I can grab a few peaceful hours before the nightmares eventually rouses me.

Tonight, I’m hoping my dreams will be plagued with something else.

We’re both silent as she works.

She’s shifted her position slightly to gain a better view, meaning she’s no longer completely hidden behind her canvas, giving me the most delicious view. She perches on her stool with one leg crossed over the other, her silk robe hitching up to show most of her upper thigh.

I swallow at the sight of her smooth skin, desperate to lift that robe higher.

Is she wearing anything underneath?

My eyes roam upwards, and I have to bite back a groan as I notice the outline of her pebbled nipples.

I think that’s my answer.

My mind goes blank as I look back down at her thighs, my fingers itching to trace her skin.

My tongue darts out to moisten my lower lip as I realize there’s only a thin piece of material keeping her pussy shielded from me.

I swallow, my body feeling like it’s on fire with the need to take her.

It was torture enough having to turn Bianca down on our wedding night, and the memory of her full breasts, the feeling of her mouth on mine as she pressed herself against me, has had me taking myself in my hand every night since.

But it’s not enough.

I’m not sure I could show the same restraint if she were to stand and slip off that robe to reveal her luscious body to me.

A soft chuckle snaps me out of my haze.

“Is something funny? ”

“Sorry. It just seems as if we’re blurring the lines between art and erotica.”

I glance down to see that my cock is at full attention.

I bite back a groan as it throbs painfully, desperate to spill.

My mind fills with images of Bianca’s breasts, and I can’t help but take my cock in my hand and squeeze it hard.

“Maybe you need to come over here so I can make things clearer for you.” A smirk tugging at my lips.

Bianca stares at me wide-eyed as she watches me pump my length, her mouth falling open as I roll my hand over the head and let out a deep, guttural groan.

I watch her intently as her gaze turns hazy, and I know she wants this as badly as I do. That she’s imagining what it would be like to have me thrust my cock into her mouth and spill down her throat.

I think perhaps she might walk away from the way she’s hesitating. But as I roll my hand once more over the tip and suck in a breath, she sets her paintbrush down and walks over to me.

Continuing to work my cock, I admire those shapely legs.

“Come here.” I release my cock to sink my fingers into the soft silk of her robe, pulling her closer to stand between my thighs.

Her hands find my shoulders to steady herself, and I shudder at the warmth of her touch, my cock twitching at the thought of what I might find beneath this robe.

I tug at the ties, letting the robe fall open to reveal smooth skin and soft curves that are begging to be explored with my tongue.

“Take off the robe.” My voice is gravel as I try to steady myself .

My cock is practically screaming at me to pull Bianca down onto my lap and let her ride me until we’re both gasping with release, but I need to take my time.

Bianca’s eyes remain locked on mine as she shrugs out of her robe, the pale silk falling around her feet.

I swallow a groan as I take in her naked body—my eyes roaming over the soft swell of her breasts, those perfect hard peaks that I’m desperate to suck on. Trailing lower, I admire the curve of her waist before glancing down at the apex of her thighs.

“So fucking beautiful.”

Leaning forward, I press a soft kiss to her belly.

She gasps, her fingers sinking into my shoulders as my tongue darts out to lick her skin.

I chuckle as she starts rubbing her thighs together. I can only imagine how wet she must be for me.

My mouth waters.

I move my fingers to her hips, squeezing them softly. “I think it’s my turn now to show you my talent.”

I press another kiss to her stomach as I trail my hands up to her breasts, tracing the soft underside with my fingertips before brushing my thumb over the sensitive peaks.

She gasps, arching into my touch as I continue pressing kisses to her stomach as I start working her breasts.

“I wanted to do this on our wedding night,” I murmur against her skin.

She sighs as I knead her soft flesh.

“I also wanted to do this.” I bring my right hand down to her hip, squeezing it once before dipping between her thighs.

We both gasp as I run two fingers along her drenched core.

“ Ptichka moya ,” I groan, my cock throbbing with need to sink deep inside her wetness.

I bring my fingers up to her swollen clit and start rubbing lazy circles around it, reveling in the way it makes Bianca squirm. I know she’s desperate to be filled from the way she’s rubbing her thighs together but not yet. I’m enjoying teasing her too much.

“Please.”

I look up and almost come at the look in her eyes.

“What do you want, Bianca?” I reach forward to trace my tongue up her abdomen as I continue kneading her right breast, taking her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and tweaking it hard.

“More,” she groans.

“So greedy.” I chuckle against her skin as I let my index finger circle her entrance before dipping inside.

She moans, clinging to me as I sink my finger inside, all the way to the knuckle.

Her pussy clenches around me, and my eyes flutter closed as I try my best to stay calm.

I want to take my time exploring her body, to get her off before my cock comes anywhere near her.

“Can you take another?” I rub her clit a little harder.

“Yes,” she gasps.

“Good girl.” I sink another finger inside her pussy as I continue to work her clit.

She lets out a whimper as I curl my fingers, letting them graze those sensitive inner walls.

“Oh fuck!” Her hips grind against my hand as her orgasm starts to build.

She’s so wet, and the sound of my fingers slipping in and out of her pussy is making my cock start to leak.

I want nothing more than to take my shaft in my hand, but this isn’t about me.

She comes first. Always.

“That’s it, ptichka .”

I drop my hand from her breast to wrap around her waist to try and keep her steady.

Her movements are becoming hurried as I quicken my pace, pumping in a third finger as I rub her clit, and I know I’ll only have to curl my fingers once more, and she’ll reach her pleasure.

“Are you ready to come for me, solnyshka ?”

“ Yes ,” she groans, her nails painfully clawing at my shoulders.

I chuckle, loving how responsive her body is to my touch.

If she’s like this with just my fingers…

“Come for me, Bianca. I curl my fingers, pressing my thumb hard against her clit.

She cries out, clinging to my shoulders as her hips buck, riding out her orgasm as I continue to finger her.

My hand is drenched with her arousal, making my cock throb so painfully that I have to shift my hips so that I’m brushing the tip against her thigh to try and relieve the ache.

She’s gasping for breath as she comes down from her pleasure, her legs shaking as I slowly pull my fingers free.

I look up, locking eyes with her as I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck.

“Mmm…” I groan, my eyes almost rolling at the sweet taste of her arousal. “Fuck, ptichka , you taste incredible .”

A soft whimper escapes her as I lick my fingers clean.

“Can I taste?” she whispers, her eyes flashing with need.

“Come here.” I take her by the hips, pulling her toward me.

Bianca wraps her arms around my neck as she straddles my lap, hovering just above my cock.

She bends down to press her lips to mine, her tongue darting out to trace my lower lip.

I instantly part them so that our tongues tangle together, both of us moaning at the taste of her arousal.

“Do you like tasting yourself on my tongue?” I whisper against her lips.

“It’s…sweet.” Her cheeks flush.

“I can’t wait to try it straight from the source.”

I trace my tongue along her jaw and down her neck.

She arches against me, giving me more access, so I press my lips to the curve between her neck and shoulder and suck.

Her skin has a slight sheen from her orgasm, mixing her sweet vanilla scent with a salty taste. It’s intoxicating.

“Are you going to ride me, ptichka ?”

“Yes.” She rests her forehead against mine.

I grin, squeezing her hips as I lower her just enough for my tip to tease her entrance.

“Mmm…” She wiggles her hips.

“Before we go any further, solnyshka , I need to hear you say that you want this.” I look deep into her pools of blue. “Tell me you want me to fuck you, Bianca.”

Her eyes glaze with pleasure as she nods.

“Say it.”

“Fuck me, Alexei.”

“Thank fuck,” I groan as I tighten my hold on her hips and pull her down onto my cock with one hard thrust.

She cries out, her head falling back as I fill her to the hilt .

So fucking tight.

I grit my teeth to try and keep myself from coming right then, especially as her hips start moving.

But I still her, rubbing soothing circles on her hips with my thumbs. “Let yourself adjust, ptichka ,”

“I’m so full ,” she moans, her eyes fluttering closed.

“I know. You’re taking me so well.”

“I-I need more.” She opens her eyes to gaze down at me, her blue eyes so glazed with pleasure.

“Ride me, solnyshka .”

Her body shivers, but her hips start moving as she slowly begins to grind on my cock.

I glance down to where we’re both joined as she lifts herself off me until my head is barely inside her before she slams herself back down.

We both let out a moan as I fill her once more, and then she’s rocking her hips, finding her own rhythm.

“S-so good.”

“You feel like silk,” I groan, thrusting my hips so that I can take her deeper.

Her eyes roll at the sensation, so I do it again, watching in awe as her breasts bounce with each movement.

I move my right hand so that I can circle my thumb over her clit, my other arm wrapping around her waist as I thrust up into her.

Bianca matches my thrusts, slamming down onto my cock so perfectly, the inner walls of her pussy clenching me so hard I know I won’t last long.

And from the sweet moans that spill from her lips, I know she’s close.

“Alexei,” she groans, clawing at my shoulders.

I bury my face in her breasts, sucking and licking at them as she bounces up and down my length .

Hearing my name fall from her lips as she chases her release is my undoing.

“Fuck,” I groan. “I’m close.”

“ Yes !”

I work her clit harder, faster, feeling her tighten even more around me.

Our movements become sloppy, and I have to tighten my arm around Bianca’s waist to keep her steady as I pound my cock into her.

“That’s it, ptichka , come around my cock,” I growl, taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking hard.

“ Alexei !”

Her crying my name as her pussy pulses around my cock is heaven, and it only takes me one more hard thrust before I’m spilling inside her.

“Fuck, yes,” I groan, pulling Bianca tight against me as her pussy takes every last drop from me.

“Oh, my god,” she moans, burying her face in my neck.

I trace my fingers up and down her back as we catch our breath, loving how flushed her skin is from her orgasm.

“Incredible.” I kiss her shoulder.

She chuckles. “I thought sex was meant to suck once you got married.”

“Maybe we need to keep testing the theory, just to be sure.” I move my hips slightly, my cock still buried inside her heat.

“Mmm…”

I love the way she’s clinging to me, as if she never wants to let me go. I know at this moment, I don’t either.

“We should get some sleep, solnyshka .”

She lifts her head and presses one last kiss to my lips, the gesture so soft it takes me by surprise.

The moment she lifts herself off me, I’m already craving more. But I keep still, watching as Bianca bends to pick up her robe, her skin so flushed and glowing that I can’t seem to take my eyes off her.

“What?” She ties her robe. “I know my hair probably looks a mess.”

She smoothes her tousled brown locks with her hands.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous. I want to wake up to her on my bed every day.

What? Where did that come from?

I shake my head, trying to clear the post-sex haze that is clouding my mind.

“I have some more work to do.” I get to my feet, quickly pulling on my clothes.

“At this hour?”

I don’t miss the hurt in her voice as I hurry to dress, but I can’t tell her the truth.

“Yes.”

I have to get away from her before I fully lose myself to her. So, I keep my eyes down, focusing on re-buttoning my shirt and zipping up my pants to avoid her gaze before walking over to the door.

“Get some sleep, solnyshka . I’ll see you for breakfast.”

I glance over my shoulder to meet her eyes.

All evidence of the bliss she felt moments before is gone, replaced by icy indifference as she regards me.

Good. This is just an arrangement, I need to remember that.