Victuuri | complete

Ring !

I'm fairly certain I picked up the habit from Victor himself, but I like surprising him. This will definitely take him by surprise. Though, he probably gets the wrong idea when I pair the condom with scissors from the nightstand drawer.

"I don't know whether to be terrified or interested," Victor chuckles, shaking his head.

"Have you ever worn a cock ring, Vitya?" I ask absentmindedly, mischievously ignoring the comment while I work.

The wrapper comes away easily in my teeth, catching Victor's attention.

"No... but I'm starting to give way to fear now," Victor props himself up on his elbows.

I show him the next step, in an effort to be a little less ominously foreboding. I roll out the condom and cut away everything except the plastic at the base. Victor suddenly understands, when I throw away everything but the leftover ring of rubber. I fit the material around my thumb and forefinger and gesture for him to lie back again.

"This isn't a 'real' one," I shrug, "but to orgasm around any sort of cock ring that isn't dangerous takes longer and feels better," I add seductively.

"Oh," is all he can breathlessly manage as I slip the band down to the base of his length.

I don't let go of the thing, yet, though.

"Do you trust me, Vitya?" I ask seriously. "This is optional— and it'll come right off if it comes to be too intense," I search his deep blue eyes for any signs of doubt or fear.

Victor meets my probing gaze with a look of lightsome intrigue. He replies that he of course trusts me and motions for me to continue. Obediently enough, I slip the ring around his cock and stop at his base. He moans as soon as the rubber leaves my fingers. And then all at once, we pick up where we left off.

Victor positions himself vulnerably beneath me. His length is already longer and harder than before. Sultrily, I may begin the torture, one hand fondling his turgid want while I raise my other toward his chin. Through half-lidded eyes, I watch as he takes two of my fingers into his mouth and sucks.

I can hardly keep still, it all feels so good. Imagining his tongue around my own cock the way it glosses over and around my fingers threatens to overcome all senses of self-control. But I know better than to give in too soon— my stamina is better than that too.

Almost remorsefully, I remove my fingers from his mouth and use his saliva as a sort of lubricant, rubbing small circles up and down very intimate regions with the warm fluid. Victor is rendered almost helpless, moaning and pleading, half in a language I can understand and half in something slurred and breathlessly enunciated (probably Russian.) I give him a slick once over.

"I have the sexiest husband in the world," I lean in to whisper in his ear.

The statement is punctuated with my first hard thrust into him. One might think I'd mashed Victor's fingers under a cement brick, he cries out so helplessly. His chest rises and falls erratically and his arms firmly pull me into the writhing mass of skin. We are easily entangled, bodies and words crumpling into each other like a ball of paper.

Inculcating myself, pushing in and out of him, feels better than anything I've ever felt in my life— and I've eaten pork cutlet bowls. Pulling away from an intense kiss, I can see Victor seems on the verge of ecstasy— and I know I am approaching rhapsody as well— but the sound of my cellphone buzzing interrupts the mood. I blush apologetically, blindly sitting up and reaching to turn it off; but Victor catches my hand and pulls me back in. Had I gotten to see the caller-ID, I would have answered it immediately. But I don't get to see it for another few breathless minutes.