Chapter 709: Poking the Boss
Natalya looked up at , her eyes shimring with unshed tears. "Viper..." she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. She snuggled closer, her hand resting on my chest, right over my heart. "I love you too... more than you’ll ever know."
Her breath was warm against my skin, and I could feel her heartbeat, steady and strong, matching the rhythm of my own. The closeness, the intimacy of the mont, was overwhelming. Here, in this small hospital bed, with our bodies pressed together and our hearts beating in sync, everything else faded away. The lies, the secrets, the dangers of our world—none of it mattered in this mont.
I stroked her hair gently, my fingers tangling in the soft strands. "Sleep, Natalya," I whispered. "I’ve got you."
She closed her eyes, her breath evening out as she drifted off to sleep, her grip on my clothes tightening slightly.
I stayed awake a little longer, watching her, morizing the way she looked in this peaceful state. The way her lashes cast shadows on her cheeks, the way her lips parted slightly as she breathed, the way her body fit perfectly against mine.
Eventually, I let my own eyes close, my mind at ease for the first ti in what felt like forever. Here, with her in my arms, I could finally rest.
I felt her shift slightly, her breath warm against my chest, and I opened my eyes to find her gazing up at
with a sleepy, tender smile.
"Good morning," she whispered, her voice still thick with sleep, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest.
I smiled back, brushing a kiss against her forehead. "Good morning, Boss."
Natalya let out a soft, exasperated sigh, though her lips curled into a smile. "Haven’t I told you not to call
that?" she teased, her voice warm but playful.
I chuckled, my fingers gently tangling in her hair. "But I just like calling you Boss. It suits you."
She rolled her eyes, but her blush deepened, her gaze dropping to my chest for a mont before eting my eyes again. "You’re impossible," she murmured, but there was no real bite in her words.
Just then, I felt the unmistakable pressure of my morning erection against her thigh. Natalya gasped softly, her eyes widening as she felt it, her face turning a deep shade of crimson. "Aaah—!" she exclaid, her voice a mix of surprise and curiosity.
She looked up at , her expression a blend of shock and sothing else—sothing almost shy. "Is that...?" she stamred, her fingers hesitating near my waist.
I felt a wave of embarrassnt flood through , my face heating up. "Boss... It’s your fault," I mumbled, trying to deflect, my voice rough with a mix of embarrassnt and desire.
Natalya’s eyebrows shot up, her voice a mix of incredulity and amusent. "How can it be my fault, you pervert?" she asked, though her lips twitched with a hint of a smile.
I shifted slightly, my voice barely above a whisper, my cheeks burning. "I... was just dreaming about you, Boss. That’s why it’s like that..."
Natalya opened her mouth to retort, but then paused, her expression softening. "Don’t talk..." she started, but then her voice shifted to sothing gentler, almost wife-like in its concern. She bit her lip, her fingers tracing light circles on my chest.
"Is it hurting?" she asked, her voice filled with a tenderness that made my heart clench.
I shook my head, trying to downplay it, though my body was tense with arousal. "It’s fine, Boss. It’ll calm down in a while..."
Natalya hesitated for a mont, her eyes flickering between mine and the obvious bulge pressing against her. Then, with a tenderness that surprised , she whispered, "Let
help you... Don’t think too much. It’s just that... you saved my life, Viper. More than once." Her voice was soft, almost vulnerable, her fingers trembling slightly as they hovered near my waist.
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. "Natalya, you don’t have to—"
She cut
off with a gentle finger pressed to my lips. "I want to," she said simply, her voice soft but firm, her eyes filled with a determination that made my breath catch. "Let ..."
Natalya shifted beneath the blanket. I could feel her breath, warm and hesitant, against my skin as she explored
with a curiosity that sent shivers down my spine. Her fingers trembled slightly as they wrapped around my length, her touch innocent yet electric.
"It’s so big..." she murmured again, her voice a mix of awe and nervousness. I could hear the slight tremor in her words, the way her breath hitched as she tried to figure out what to do next.
"How am I supposed to...?" she muttered, more to herself than to , her voice laced with frustration and a hint of bla. "You and your stupid, huge—"
I couldn’t help but chuckle softly, though my voice was strained with arousal. "Natalya, you don’t have to—"
"Shut up," she snapped, though there was no real bite in her words. "I’m doing this. Just... lie there and let
figure it out."
Her inexperience was painfully obvious, but it only made the mont more intimate, more real. She started with tentative licks, her tongue tracing the length of
like she was testing the waters.
Each touch sent jolts of pleasure through my body, my cock throbbing under her attention. She wrapped her hand around the base, her grip a little too tight at first, then adjusted as she realized her mistake.
"Ugh, why is it so hard?" she complained, her voice muffled as she tried to take more of
into her mouth. She gagged slightly, pulling back with a cough.
"This is all your fault," she grumbled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "You and your... your thing..."
I bit back a groan, my fingers tangling in the sheets as I fought to keep still. "Natalya, take it slow—"
"I am taking it slow!" she shot back, her voice sharp with frustration. She took a deep breath, her lips parting as she tried again, this ti with more determination. Her tongue swirled around the tip, her hand stroking the base in clumsy but eager motions. "There. Like that?" she asked, her voice breathless, her eyes flicking up to et mine.
"Yeah," I managed to rasp, my voice tight with pleasure. "Just like that."
Encouraged, she took
deeper, her lips stretching around
as she tried to find a rhythm. Her free hand gripped my thigh, her nails digging in slightly as she concentrated. "Mmm..." she humd around , the vibration sending a wave of pleasure crashing through my body.
"Fuck, Natalya—" I gasped, my hips twitching involuntarily.
She pulled back, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide. "Did I hurt you?"
"No," I breathed, shaking my head. "You feel too good. Too fucking good."
A small, proud smile tugged at her lips before she dove back in, her movents growing bolder, more confident. She experinted with different pressures, her tongue flicking and swirling, her lips tightening around . Every so often, she’d pull back to catch her breath, her hand still working
as she studied my reactions.
"You like this?" she asked, her voice husky, her eyes dark with a mix of curiosity and desire.
"Yeah," I groaned, my voice rough. "I love it."
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