“I love you so much,” I murmur against his skin, breathing him in.
Andrei peels my shirt up over my head and tosses it, leaving my chest, back, and shoulders exposed to the balmy atmosphere. “Moya printsessa,” he growls, his lips moving down to lightly suck my nipple. My private parts respond with a tingling pleasure as I start to ache for more, needing to feel him inside me.
As he licks and gently bites my nipples I arch my back and shut my eyes, moaning. It is amazing to me how his mouth on my breasts elicits such a strong response from a totally separate part of my body. It must be magic, I think. It must be some kind of power.
“I need you, Andrei,” I sigh, shuffling off of his lap to strip out of my pants and underwear. Suddenly I am distinctly aware of the fact that we’re in a public place. Someone could walk into this sauna and see me completely naked at any moment. For Cassandra Meadows, this would have been absolutely unimaginable. Totally impossible.
But for Cassandra Petrov, this is exciting.
In fact, the knowledge that we could be discovered any second now only spurs my desire.
Andrei quickly slips out of his workout pants and shoes before standing up to kiss me again, his arms wrapping around me and tugging me close. His hands wander down to cup my ass, his fingers sliding around my hips to toy with my slit. My surprised, blissful cry is swallowed into Andrei’s mouth as he kisses me, his fingers working their way inside of me while his thumb circles that tight little bundle of nerves at the crown of my privates.
I can’t help but rock into his touch, my body responding with involuntary enthusiasm to the spirals of pleasure radiating upward from between my legs. His fingers and thumb work their magic, moving rhythmically as Andrei’s lips trail down my neck, leaving a path of bruising kisses on the way. I can feel my pleasure mounting higher and higher until finally I collapse in his arms as my first climax shudders through my body.
“Ohh my goodness!” I whimper breathlessly.
Andrei’s arms have to support me for a few minutes while we stand there kissing, as my legs are so shaky and weak from my overwhelming release. But as I regain my strength, my desire intensifies. I reach down between us to wrap my fingers around Andrei’s thick shaft, reveling in its smooth, rock-hard length. I pump him up and down, fast and hard, as his breath comes heavily. He kisses me aggressively, biting my lip, while his hands squeeze my backside and claw their way up my back to tangle in my hair. I can tell he is losing control — becoming more animalistic, less gentlemanly.
Instead of being afraid or put off by this change, I find myself panting with need. I want him to take me, to use me and mark me as his own. He is my family now, and I want more than anything to feel united with him, with his hard, hot flesh. I want him to be rough, to use me however he pleases, so long as he is mine and I am his.
“Andrei,” I breathe, “I want you to take me. Please.”
His chest is heaving as he looks down at me through heavily-lidded eyes, his lips parted. I am suddenly fully aware yet again of just how massive, how muscular and imposing my husband is. I know that he could break me in half without even trying. If he were to let go, his usually gentle touches could become aggressive, even dangerous. I can tell that he is struggling to contain himself, fighting with some primal need to tear me apart, to use my body in a way that might actually hurt me.
And I long for him to give into it.
“Please. Take me however you want. You don’t have to be gentle anymore. I’m ready.”
I tell him this emphatically, though my voice still trembles.
“Ya ne mogu. I don’t want to hurt you, Cassie,” he replies, his jaw clenching. I know he wants this, too, and he is on the brink of losing the tightly-held control he’s been clinging to ever since we first made love. I realize that he has had to work so hard to please me, to love me without hurting me, and a rush of warm affection comes over me.
“I don’t mind,” I answer, my hand still stroking his shaft. “Please, I want you to lose control, Andrei. I want you to… to fuck me like you really want to.”
I’ve never said that word before. I’ve never even thought that word before. But Andrei’s eyes go wide and blazing and I know immediately it must be setting him off. He knows now that I’m serious, that I really and truly want him to let go and finally take me with abandon.
And he does.
Without wasting another second, Andrei picks me up and spins me around to face the wooden bench, his hands pushing on my back to bend me over. I brace my hands on the wooden bench and look back behind me to see Andrei positioning the head of his member at my wet entrance. The steamy air of the sauna fills my lungs as I inhale sharply, my body shuddering at the slightest touch of his shaft to my aching slit. He’s going to take me from behind.