NIKOLAI (Her Russian Protector #4) (35 page)

When he finally had mercy on me, I threw my arm
over my eyes and tried to regain my breath. My head pounded and my
belly trembled. My clit vibrated and I didn't know if I'd ever come
down from the euphoric high he'd given me.

Nikolai kissed his way back up my body. He
spent a few minutes just enjoying my breasts before he dragged my
arm out of the way to gaze down at me. "Are you all
right?"

"Yes." I'm sure I wore the dopiest, sappiest
smile ever. "That was amazing."

He grinned before dropping a slow, easy kiss on
my mouth. The intimacy of smelling my arousal on him shook me to
the very core. "I though you would enjoy it."

"Enjoy it?" I brushed my knuckles against his
jaw. "You nearly killed me."

"That's probably why the French call orgasms
the little death." He slid down beside me and hooked his leg over
mine.

"Probably," I agreed and rolled on my side to
face him. The throbbing between my thighs had eased some but I was
still so sensitive that the slightest movements sent delicious
ripples right through my belly.

Curious, I explored his body. My fingers traced
his tattoos and scars. The feel of his warm skin beneath my palms
emboldened me to kiss his jaw and neck. Wondering if men were as
sensitive as women, I flicked my tongue against his nipple. His
hiss of surprise spurred me on in my little experiment. I swirled
my tongue over the dark disc before grazing my teeth over
it.

His cock jumped against my thigh. Apparently,
he enjoyed that as much as I did. Glancing down at his rigid shaft,
I noticed the glistening drops leaking from the very tip. Unable to
stop myself, I gathered the slick wetness with my fingertips and
brought it to my mouth.

Nikolai swore harshly as he watched me lick his
pre-cum from my fingers. He gently clasped my wrist. "You don't
have to do that, Vee. I don't expect—"

"I want to," I said, dying to try it. "I want
to make you feel good."

"This makes me feel good." He gestured to our
tangled position. "Don't ever feel like you have to do things for
me. You don't."

His willingness to put his satisfaction and
pleasure last filled me with such love. Pushing him onto his back,
I straddled his thighs and bent down to kiss him. "And what if I
told you that I used to fantasize about this?"

His eyes widened and his nostrils flared. "Tell
me."

Despite my embarrassment, I found the courage
to confess, "I used to fantasize about you calling me into your
office at Samovar so you could give me an award for being the
highest-rated and most requested waitress."

He chuckled. "Go on."

I wrapped my fingers around his erection and
stroked him slowly. "When I'd come into the room, you'd close and
lock the door and tell me to wait by your desk. Then you'd tell me
that you wanted to see if I really was committed to the being the
best server in the house."

He breathed heavier. "And then what would
happen?"

"And then you'd tell me to kneel while you
unzipped your pants." My tummy clenched with excitement and my
heart raced as I told him all about the dirty stories I'd imagined
with us in the starring roles. "You would tell me that it was time
for my first test and that if I was really good I'd get a gold
star."

Nikolai's eyes flashed with lust. "I'd be a
lying bastard if I said I never entertained similar ideas. It was
one of the reasons I rarely called you into my office and why I
always kept the door wide open. You tempted me so much. I didn’t
trust myself."

I ran my fingers up and down the length of him.
"I trust you."

Nikolai wrapped his hand around mine and guided
it up and down his steely shaft. "Tell me what you want,
Vee."

I licked my lips. "I want to suck
you."

His mouth slanted with a sensual grin. "Then I
guess it's time for your first lesson…"

Chapter
Twenty-Two

Nikolai woke to the ticklish sensation of
Vivian's soft hand gliding along his ribs. She nestled her face
against the crook of his neck while she explored his chest. He
inhaled a slow breath and stretched his arms overhead.

"Morning," she said sweetly.

"Good morning." He didn't know that he'd ever
been happier than in that moment of waking with Vivian—his wife—in
his arms. Content to let her caress his body, he flexed his calves
and toes and enjoyed the way her delicate fingers moved across his
skin. When her hand dipped below the sheet, he grinned. She seemed
to be shedding some of her shyness. Wanting to encourage her
boldness, he reached down to guide her hand right to his
cock.

She giggled softly but followed his silent
order. He bit back a groan as she stroked his cock. "Are you always
hard like this in the morning?"

He found her question amusing.
"
Da
."

"Oh." She sounded rather excited. "Does that
mean we get to make love every morning?"

Her playful remark reminded him of their age
difference. Her joke about him trying to kill her with pleasure
last when he'd been savoring that sweet pussy of hers seemed a more
likely outcome for him. He'd be forty soon—with a young,
delectable, insatiable wife. Giving up the cigarettes and getting
into the gym sounded like a damn good idea if he wanted to keep up
with her.

"Can you think of a better way to start the
day?"

"No." Her hand slid lower to cup his sac. Her
cool hand felt so fucking good palming his heated flesh. Last
night, they'd found satisfaction using their hands and mouths on
each other but this morning he needed more than that. He craved the
feel of her slick, tight pussy gripping his cock.

Rolling her onto her back, Nikolai pinned
Vivian beneath him. He grasped her wrists in one hand and tugged
them above her head. Rendered helpless, she breathed excitedly and
licked her lips. He captured her mouth in a slow, sensual kiss.
"Who do you belong to, Vee?"

"You." Her eyes flashed with such need. "Only
you."

Nikolai nipped at her breast and made a small
mark with his teeth. She groaned and arched her back, pushing her
breast to his mouth and silently begging for more. He gave her
exactly what she wanted. He sucked her dusky nipple between his
lips and twirled his tongue around the fleshy peak.

When he moved to her other breast, she mewled
like a kitten and wrapped her leg around his waist. Wanting to make
sure she was ready, Nikolai let his hand fall from her wrists to
glide between her thighs. Her breath noisily hitched in her throat
when he rubbed his fingertip over her clit.

Last night, he'd nearly come while licking and
suckling that juicy little berry. She responded so beautifully to
him. Even now, with just his fingertip tracing circles around her
clit, she was hovering on the edge. Wanting to see how excited
she'd become, he slid his fingers through her pink folds and
carefully penetrated her. The slick, musky honey already flowed
from her core.

Desperate to taste her, he jerked back the
sheet and moved down her body. He shoved her thighs open and
attacked that sweet little cunt of hers. She cried out and clawed
at the bedding as he nibbled her clit and swiped his tongue
side-to-side over the inflamed bud.

When he dipped his tongue inside her, she swore
in Russian, the dirty words falling from her lips like a litany. He
loved the sound of her losing control and continued to torment her
with his oral assault. His tongue fluttered around her clit while
he penetrated her with a curved finger. He located that spongy spot
in her passage—and her hips shot off the bed.

"Nikolai!"

Yes
, he
thought excitedly. Lashing her clit with his tongue, he fucked her
with his finger. She fluttered around his digit, growing tighter
and wetter until she finally came. His cock throbbed mercilessly as
he listened to her going wild with ecstasy.

She was still panting and shaking when he moved
up beside her. Grasping her by the waist, he hauled her onto him
and pushed her into a straddling position. She gazed down at him
with confusion. Holding the base of his rock-hard dick, he gave her
bottom a swat. "Lift up."

She braced her hands on his chest and did as
commanded. Dazed and panting from her climax, she bit her lower lip
as he guided her wet sheath down onto his cock. "Oh!"

His eyes closed as he relished the
wicked sensation of tight pussy squeezing him. "
Da
."

Looking uncertain, she whispered, "I don't know
how."

Her desperate desire to please him filled him
with such love. He'd never betray her trust in him or her
willingness to make him happy. Never.

Cupping her bottom, he pulled her toward him
and then pushed her back. She gasped when he thrust up inside her
welcoming heat. "You'll learn."

There was something so incredibly beguiling
about her first awkward movements. His possessive hands roamed her
lush curves. He palmed her breasts and encouraged her with gentle
words. Watching her sexuality blossom right in front of him proved
to be a heady experience.

As she gained more confidence, Vivian rode him
a bit faster and harder. Her hips swayed and her breasts bounced.
He played a little rougher with her nipples, eliciting sharp gasps
and moans as he tweaked and tugged on the rosy peaks.

He pushed his thumb against her mouth. "Get me
wet."

She sucked his digit between her lips and laved
it with her tongue. He pulled his slick thumb free and pressed it
against her clitoris. Head thrown back, she cried out with
excitement and pleasure. It wouldn't be long for her
now.

"That's it, Vee." He rubbed her clit while she
rode him like a wild thing. "Ride my cock."

Her scandalized expression was quickly
overtaken by one of pure desire. Her nails scratched at his lower
belly as she drew closer and closer to climax. He groaned as her
pussy rhythmically squeezed him. Any second now she would go over
the edge.

When she shrieked as her orgasm hit, he was
sure the whole damn neighborhood heard. Clutching her waist, he
pounded up into her until the muscles of his abdomen burned. Still
shuddering, she fell forward against him and panted against his
chest.

But he wasn't done yet.

Gently, he rolled her onto her back and sank
balls-deep in her slick cunt. She whimpered and gripped his upper
arms. "Nikolai…"

He muscled down the frantic urge to fuck her
roughly. He wanted nothing more than to shove her knees toward her
shoulders and jackhammer her pussy until he came—but there would be
plenty of time for that sort of feral coupling later. Today, he
wanted to make love to her.

Tangling his hand in her hair, he tilted her
mouth back and kissed her. She moaned against his lips and bucked
beneath him. He took her with long, slow strokes, thrusting into
her again and again. His climax came up on him gradually. The
buzzing built in his belly and spread through his chest. He tried
to hold off as long as possible, to enjoy every single second of
being so deeply buried inside his wife, but the inevitable came
upon him finally.

As the first burst of cum rocketed through his
cock, he pressed his face to her neck and growled, "I love you,
Vee."

She whimpered again and embraced him so
tightly. His thrusts grew jerky and shallow as he filled her with
his hot seed. In that moment, a possessive, territorial need
overwhelmed him. He imagined his seed striking fertile ground and
creating life. The thought of Vivian carrying his child brought
tears to his eyes, tears that he hid by keeping his face
averted.

"I love you, Nikolai." She lovingly caressed
his back while pressing soft kisses along the side of his neck. He
blinked and surreptitiously wiped the wetness from his face before
gazing down at her. He captured her swollen pout and showed her how
much he loved her.

Insistent knocking interrupted their tender
exchange of kisses. He ignored the knocking at first but when it
grew louder and faster, he growled and broke away from her sweet
mouth. Reluctant to leave her, he whispered, "I'll be right
back."

She whimpered softly as he pulled free of her
quivering body. Furious to be forced away from her, he snatched up
the towel he'd discarded last night and wrapped it around his
waist. He jerked open the door and shouted, "What?"

Kostya didn't say a word. He pushed open the
door, shoved Nikolai aside and strode right to the television
mounted on the wall across from the bed. Vivian dragged the covers
up around her shoulders and slid down until only her eyes and the
top of her head were visible. Kostya paid her no mind as he turned
on the television and changed the channel to the local
news.

"Kostya, what the hell are you—" But he never
got the rest of it out. He watched in horror as the perky brunette
morning news anchor recounted the sordid details of a police chase
down I-45 connected to a gruesome hit.

"Sources tell us the law enforcement officer
running from police is connected to last night's violent murder of
a government witness in an upcoming trial," she said with nearly
breathless excitement. "The witness in question was to testify
against the notorious Calaveras motorcycle club and their cohorts
in the Guzman Cartel."