Gilded Cage: A Russian Mafia Romance (Kovalyov Bratva Book 1) by Nicole Fox (free novel 24 .txt) 📗

I see goosebumps prickle along her arms and breasts, but she doesn’t try to get away from the steady stream of water. She just stands there, much like I did, and grits her teeth until her body acclimatizes.

Unable to keep my distance any longer, I strip naked and step into the water with her. I reach out and touch her body, wiping away the last remnants of blood and sweat. She turns into my arms instead of shying away from them.

My fingers linger over her breasts, her thighs, the firm roundness of her ass, but she doesn’t say a word through any of it.

When my hand lands on her stomach, I keep it there, trying to sense the swell of a child… my child, inside her.

She’s gazing at me with eyes that are heavy with conflict and uncertainty, but her hands trail over mine before she reaches for the soap and shampoo. She shampoos her hair, while I lather her body with soap, straining against the erection that presses up between us.

I’m pretty sure she can see it too, but she doesn’t say a word.

Once all the soap has been washed away, she turns the water off while I grab the towel and dry her off slowly, carefully.

Her dark hair clings to her face and neck, framing her hazel eyes and the lingering flecks of worry that clings to them still. I reach for a clean t-shirt but she squeezes past me, her wet hair falling down to her middle back as she walks naked to the bedroom.

I leave the bathroom to find her standing next to the bed, one hand placed over her stomach protectively. She glances at me with wide, fearful eyes.

“Esme,” I say, moving closer to her.

“Artem,” she answers. My name comes out in a sob.

She starts trembling slightly as she reaches for me. I encircle her in my arms and pull her close.

I hold her until her trembling stops. Then I drop a kiss on her head. She looks up at me, her eyes full of questions.

In response, I bend down and press my lips to hers.

I want to comfort her, to take her mind off her fears, if only for a moment. But she clings to my kiss as though I’ve just thrown her a life jacket.

Her lips part almost instantly and I feel her tongue in my mouth, grappling with mine with increasing desperation. My hands slide down her back and fall over her round ass. Her breasts press against my chest, her nipples already hard, begging to be sucked.

She pulls away from me abruptly, but the look in her face is pure fire. One thin finger reaches out to stroke my hard erection.

It turns into her wrapping her whole hand around me like she’s sizing up my thickness. Her lips part in unconscious desire.

Then she puts her hands on my chest and pushes me back onto the bed, though she never lets go of my cock.

I stare at her in amazement, taken aback by the unexpected control she’s exerting. I’m so fucking turned on that my cock keeps twitching urgently every few seconds.

I expect her to get on top of me, but she sidles down my body and settles between my legs, kneeling at the foot of the bed.

Never breaking eye contact, never releasing my shaft, she brings my tip to her lips and then sucks me in.

I groan as her sweet, wet tongue laps at me, sucking slowly as though we had all the time in the world.

“For fuck’s sake, Esme…”

With one hand teasing my balls, she takes me deeper into her mouth until her saliva starts trickling down my cock. She starts sucking harder and I groan again with pleasure as my cock hits the back of her throat.

When she pulls her mouth off me with a wet popping sound, I’m panting hard, craving the bliss that’s waiting between her legs.

As though she’s read my mind, she hops up along my body and straddles me. My cock lines up with her glistening slit and she rocks back and forth a little, rubbing herself against me and driving me mad with want.

Then, all at once, she sits on my cock, slamming herself down on me with a force that draws me upright to meet her with a savage, sloppy kiss.

She rocks on top of me easily. Every pull and push is seamless and smooth. It’s a steady grind, an endless ride of blissful friction, of skin on skin, of breath mingling between our faces as we kiss and gasp and stare so deep into each other’s eyes that the boundaries between us dissolve.

My wife rides me until her hair is all but completely dry and flows down her back, dark and lustrous.

When her movements slow, I grab her by the waist and roll over with her, taking back control. She shrieks in surprise, but the first thrust takes her breath away.

She wraps her legs around my waist, her hands clinging to my shoulders as I fuck her slowly.

I’ve never been able to look a woman in the eye when I fuck her. It’s too personal. Too intimate.

But with Esme, it’s easy, natural, irresistible. I want to see her emotion. I want to witness her pleasure.

And when her pussy walls start constricting around me, I see exactly that.

I know she’s close to orgasm. So I increase the tempo of my thrusts and drive her home. She screams softly as she comes, her hands wrapped tight around my neck while her body shivers with the aftershocks of pleasure.

I give myself a minute longer and then I release inside her. It lasts forever and a day. Again and again, each wave nearly as strong as the last.

Until finally, there’s nothing left in me.

I roll off her and we lie next to one another in silence. Our breath cascades back down to normal.

Eventually, Esme turns to the side and props herself up on her elbow as she looks down at me.

“So,” she says, “we should really