Chapter 2: Claiming the Widow's Mouth
He didn’t choose. The raw, feral need simply overrode the hesitation. His hand shot out, fingers tangling in her damp blonde hair, and he guided himself past her smirk and into the shocking, wet heat of her mouth. She choked once, a sharp, guttural sound, her green eyes flashing wide—not with alarm, but with a dark, delighted surprise—before they softened into a heavy-lidded gleam. Her throat opened around him, a slick, pulsing relaxation that took him deeper as her hands clamped onto his thighs, not to push him away, but to pull his hips closer. “Is this,” he gasped, the words torn from him as she began to move, “what you fucking wanted?” His voice was rough, his breath coming in ragged bursts against her hair as she took him deeper, her throat working around him in slow, deliberate waves. The steam around them thickened, the air so heavy it felt like it was pressing down on them, trapping them in this moment of raw, desperate need.
Yelena didn’t answer with words. Instead, she let out a low, throaty hum, the vibration traveling up his cock and making him shudder. Her hands tightened on his thighs, her nails digging into the flesh just enough to send a jolt of pain and pleasure through him.
She pulled him closer, her head bobbing faster now, her tongue tracing the length of him, swirling around the head before taking him deep again. The wet sounds of her mouth on him filled the room, a filthy symphony that made his balls tighten.
"Fuck, Yelena," he groaned, his hips moving in time with her, his fingers tangling tighter in her hair. "You're going to make me come if you keep doing that."
She pulled back, her lips popping off him with a wet sound. She looked up at him, her green eyes heavy-lidded and gleaming with lust. "That is the point, ptichka," she purred. “I am going to make you come. But not yet.” She grabbed his waist and with her strength, dumped him in the water with her.
He went down with a splash, laying in the shallow end of the bath, his hard cock protruding like a periscope. As he blinked his eyes open his jaw fell as he saw Yelena standing over him, her body glistening with water, her long legs spread slightly, her hands resting on her hips. She was completely exposed, her breasts heavy and full, the nipples tight and flushed, the skin glistening with water droplets. The water was just warm enough to tease, but not enough to hide the perfect curve of her ass, the way her thighs were smooth and toned, the way her body seemed to be made for sin.
His gaze fell between her legs to her exposed pussy. It was thick and swollen, the lips already flushed with arousal, the dark, damp folds glistening with her own slick. Her clit was already peeking out, swollen and pink, and Ryan’s mouth watered at the sight of her so wet and ready for him. His cock throbbed painfully against the water, desperate for release.
Yelena smirked, watching him take her in. "You like what you see, ptichka?" she taunted, her voice dripping with amusement. "You want to taste me? Or do you want to fuck me right here in this bath?"
Ryan’s breath hitched. "I want both," he admitted, his voice hoarse.
Yelena smirked and grabbed his dick, pulling him up by his cock so they stood facing each other, inches apart, both butt naked.
"Both it is," she said, her voice a low growl. She pushed him back against the cool marble wall of the bath, her hands on his chest, her body pressing against his. "But I decide the order."
She dropped to her knees, her hands trailing down his body, her eyes locked onto his. "First, you taste me, ptichka. You make me come on your tongue. Then, if you're a good boy, I'll let you fuck me."
Ryan's heart pounded in his chest, his cock throbbing in her grip. He watched as she spread her legs, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing slow circles.
The water lapped at her thighs, her body glistening with the steam and her own arousal. His cock throbbed painfully in her grip, desperate for release, but he knew she was in control.
"Open your mouth, ptichka," she commanded, her voice a low, seductive purr.
Ryan obeyed, his mouth parting as she leaned forward, her fingers trailing down her slick folds. She guided herself to his lips, her clit pressing against his mouth. She moaned softly, her fingers tightening on his cock.
"Suck it, Ryan," she whispered, her voice rough with need.