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Without a word, he reaches out, wraps one strong arm around my waist, and pulls me straight into the hot spray and against his chest.

The water beats down on us as his mouth crashes down on mine in a hungry kiss.

There’s nothing gentle about this kiss, it’s hungry, demanding, almost punishing. His tongue pushes past my lips and claims my mouth, stroking deep and filthy while one big hand fists in my wet hair and the other grips my ass, pulling me even closer. I moan into him, my hands sliding up his slick chest, fingers digging into the fresh tattoo of my name over his heart.

He kisses me like he’s starving for me, like he’s been waiting hours instead of minutes. When he finally breaks the kiss, I’m dizzy, gasping, water streaming down my face.

Andrei looks down at me with dark, hooded eyes. “On your knees, wife.”

The command sends a fresh rush of heat between my legs. I do as am told, the warm tiles hard under my knees, water cascading over my shoulders. His cock is right in front of me, thick, hard, and already leaking at the tip. I wrap my hand around the base and lean in, swirling my tongue around the head before taking him into my mouth.

“Fuck… that’s it,” he groans, voice rough with pleasure. “Look at you, so pretty with my cock in your mouth. My good girl.”

I moan around him, the praise going straight to my core. I take him deeper, sucking harder, my tongue pressing along the underside as I bob my head. Water runs down my face and mixes with the spit dripping from my lips.

“Jesus, baby,” he hisses, fingers tightening in my hair. “You suck me so fucking well. That’s my good little wife… taking every inch like you were made for it. Look at me while you do it.”

I lift my eyes and meet his gaze. The heat in them makes me clench around nothing. He groans again, hips rocking gently into my mouth.

“Perfect. So fucking perfect. You have no idea what you do to me.”

Then he suddenly pulls me off with a wet pop and lifts me onto the wide marble bench built into the shower wall.

He drops to his knees between my spread thighs before I can even catch my breath.

“Spread wider for me, baby.”

I obey instantly. The moment I do, his mouth is on me. He licks a long, slow stripe up my pussy, then sucks my clit into his mouth with just the right pressure. I cry out, back arching, fingers threading through his wet hair.

“Oh God… Andrei—”

He growls against me, the vibration making my toes curl. “Taste so fucking sweet,” he murmurs, sliding two thick fingers inside me while his tongue flicks fast and firm over my clit. “This pussy is mine. Say it.”

“It’s yours,” I gasp, hips grinding against his face. “It’s yours, Andrei.”

He eats me like a man possessed, licking, sucking, curling his fingers against that perfect spot until I’m shaking and sobbing his name. He doesn’t stop until I come hard on his tongue, thighs clamping around his head as pleasure crashes through me.

Before I can recover, he sits on the bench and pulls me onto his lap, my back to his chest. He spreads my legs wide, hooks them over his thighs, and lines his cock up with my entrance.

“Ride me, wife,” he growls against my ear. “Bounce on my cock like the good girl you are.”

I sink down onto him in one slow, slick slide. The stretch is incredible. I moan loudly as he fills me completely. His hands grip my hips hard, guiding me as I start bouncing on him. Every time I come down, he thrusts up to meet me, hitting so deep I see stars.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, one hand sliding between my legs to rub my clit. “Look at you taking every inch. Such a greedy little pussy. Keep bouncing, baby. Milk my cock.”

I ride him harder, moaning and whimpering, completely lost in the feeling of him. He keeps praising me, filthy, possessive words that push me closer and closer until I shatter again, coming so hard my vision whites out.

Andrei follows right after, burying himself deep and groaning my name as he spills inside me, hot and thick.

We stay like that for a moment, panting under the spray. Then he lifts me, turns off the water, and carries me out of the shower, still dripping wet.

He doesn’t bother with towels. He carries me straight to the bed and drops me onto the mattress, following me down immediately.

“I did promise to fuck you into the mattress,” he says, voice dark and rough as he spreads my legs wide again and settles between them. “And I always keep my promises.”

He slides back inside me in one hard thrust, and this time I let out a cry. He fucks me exactly like he promised. Deep, relentless strokes that make the headboard slam against the wall. Every thrust pushes me higher up the bed until he has to grip my hips to hold me in place.

“You’re going to feel me for days,” he growls against my neck. “Every time you move, every time you sit down, you’re going to remember who you belong to.”