Sold to the Hitman(43)

Something tingles all the way up from my toes to the top of my head. I have an idea.

I strip out of my nightie and socks, padding out of the room totally naked. To my surprise, the curtains across the massive living room window have been drawn, leaving me literally exposed before the whole city of New York. But instead of cowing me, of forcing me to hide, I feel strangely invigorated. I walk proudly into the bathroom, blinking in the steamy, aromatic fog. I am immediately enveloped by the warm, damp air.

“Andrei,” I call out, fiddling with one of my braids a little nervously.

He looks over and does a double take, a flicker of desire passing through his dark eyes. His body is glistening under the hot stream of water, all sinewy muscle and taut flesh. I lick my lips without even thinking about it. I know exactly what I want — although I don’t quite know how to do it. I want to make him feel as blissful as he makes me feel. In the past month we have had sex a few times, always gentle and slow, with Andrei treating me like a delicate object, something fragile which might shatter at any moment. He’s made me come so many times with his skillful tongue and talented fingers, never demanding anything I didn’t offer willingly.

I want to make him feel that way.

“Cassie,” says my husband, leaning out of the stream of water to look at me more clearly.

“I have a question…” I begin, looking down at the stony floor, blushing.

“Yes?”

I look back up at him through a thick veil of eyelashes, biting my lip demurely.

“Can I join you?”

Andrei’s eyebrows lift and he considers me for a moment, trying to determine whether I am being serious or not. But I am, one-hundred percent.

“Of course,” he replies, moving over to make room for me. “Let me know if the water is too hot for you.”

“Hot is good,” I hear myself say. My heart pounding, I walk over and step into the shower stall, which is massive enough to hold far more than just two people. I slide in next to Andrei, who lets me stand under the water. I close my eyes and ease into the heat, sighing contentedly as the water warms my skin.

“What would you like to do today?” Andrei asks, and his tone betrays the fact that he is struggling to keep his voice even as it is thick with need.

I turn to him and hesitantly place my hands on his hard, muscular chest, looking up into his dark eyes. He blinks down at me in uncertainty, suddenly going almost rigid, as though paralyzed by my touch.

“You,” I answer, shocked at my own audacity. It was such a filthy thing to say!

“Cassie…” he begins, his voice trailing off.

I press against him, the whole length of my body aligned with his. I can feel his manhood against my hip and thigh, starting to harden with just the slightest touch of my skin. The sensation gives me a heady confidence, as his shaft responds so positively to my movements. I lean in and press a soft, tender kiss into the center of his chest before letting my hand fall to the stiffening member between his strong thighs.

As my fingertips lightly graze its flushed crown, Andrei sucks in a sharp breath, obviously struggling to contain himself. I have never acted so boldly with him before, never taken the reins or the initiative in such a way. I know he is totally blindsided — and I like it.

“Do you want me to touch you there?” I purr, batting my eyelashes as I gaze longingly up into his eyes.

His lips part to allow a strangled, whispered, “Yes.”

I gently wrap my fingers around his manhood and start to stroke it up and down, feeling the hot, silky skin smooth under my fingertips and palm. His size is still incredible to me, and I love the feeling of his massive length straining in my hand. He is so hard now, and I feel gratified in the knowledge that I made it this way.

As I stroke him a little tighter and faster, Andrei closes his eyes and leans slightly into my touch, licking his lips and moaning softly, his voice deep and gravelly. The low hum of his groans makes me wet in a place not even the shower water can reach. I want to make him feel so good — I have to show him how intensely I appreciate and crave him.

“Does that feel good?” I ask quietly, my own nipples stiffening as my breasts brush against my husband’s strong chest.

“Da, kotyonok,” he murmurs, nodding with his eyes closed in pleasure.

“I want to give you what you’ve given me,” I tell him, standing on my tiptoes and kissing a slow, tantalizing trail along his collarbone.

Unable to resist any longer, I bend down to rest on my knees, looking up at Andrei to make sure he is okay with what I am planning to do. He’s staring down at me with his dark eyes imploring, questioning now. But he doesn’t tell me to stop. In fact, one of his hands comes down to stroke my head as I look up at him lovingly. Then he grabs one of my now-soaked braids and gently tugs on it, bringing my face closer to his crotch.