[As she drinks in the sight of his cock, he drinks in her transfixed expression. He feels the shudder that ripples through her body echo in his own. This will do, she murmurs, and he basks in her approval. From any other woman this would amount to lackluster praise — teasing him, perhaps — but from a woman whose husband must be, quite literally, hung like a horse... Nikolai isn't usually quite so fixated on size, but with his heart and body bent on pleasuring Konoha thoroughly, well, it's a crucial factor.
When her mouth shifts to his cock, her kiss a blossom of heat against the velvet skin of his head, his fingers curl into her hair above the nape of her neck. His breath tangles in his throat for a second. Anticipation turns his exhales into whimpers as Konoha continues to sample him. Nikolai watches her through heavy-lidded eyes. His greed grows, a roaring thing deep inside his gut. His concerns narrow only to her, only to now.
So she has his undivided attention when she pulls her robe loose to tempt him with a glimpse of her breasts. His hands can remember how soft they were to hold, his mouth how sweet to kiss. His body remembers wanting hers on another afternoon. And on this afternoon, he bends to push her robe from her shoulders, letting the fabric gape wider.]
Ah, so you're greedy, Konoha...
[His voice carries the familiar teasing lilt. His hands are in her hair again, seeking whatever is tying her tresses up and teasing it loose.]
But I do like a challenge.
[Nikolai answers her invitation by sitting beside her on the bed of hay, mindful of positioning himself in such a way that he's accessible to her. Unable to resist touching her, he pulls her face down for a kiss, heavy and ripe. He plunges his hands into the parted front of her robe, reveling in the plumpness of her breasts. His own shirt is still on, buttoned up to his collarbone, but with so much else to occupy his mind and hands, it isn't exactly a priority.]
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When her mouth shifts to his cock, her kiss a blossom of heat against the velvet skin of his head, his fingers curl into her hair above the nape of her neck. His breath tangles in his throat for a second. Anticipation turns his exhales into whimpers as Konoha continues to sample him. Nikolai watches her through heavy-lidded eyes. His greed grows, a roaring thing deep inside his gut. His concerns narrow only to her, only to now.
So she has his undivided attention when she pulls her robe loose to tempt him with a glimpse of her breasts. His hands can remember how soft they were to hold, his mouth how sweet to kiss. His body remembers wanting hers on another afternoon. And on this afternoon, he bends to push her robe from her shoulders, letting the fabric gape wider.]
Ah, so you're greedy, Konoha...
[His voice carries the familiar teasing lilt. His hands are in her hair again, seeking whatever is tying her tresses up and teasing it loose.]
But I do like a challenge.
[Nikolai answers her invitation by sitting beside her on the bed of hay, mindful of positioning himself in such a way that he's accessible to her. Unable to resist touching her, he pulls her face down for a kiss, heavy and ripe. He plunges his hands into the parted front of her robe, reveling in the plumpness of her breasts. His own shirt is still on, buttoned up to his collarbone, but with so much else to occupy his mind and hands, it isn't exactly a priority.]