From Russia, With Love...Part 2

Leaving the airport was a hassle, as she knew it would be. It took them such a long time to get through everything, and then to find their luggage, and once they were back home they were relieved.
She threw her luggage on the floor and collapsed on the bed. Her husband crawled up to her. She felt too guilty to refuse him, yet she was very tired and didn’t feel like making love. However, the idea of him pursuing and forcing her did turn her on, so she hoped he’d get the message.
“No…I’m tired…” she said, adding a bit of fakeness to her voice, hoping he’d get it.
“I’m not,” he replied, leaning down and nibbling her earlobe. She felt his breath in her ear and her body began to heat up. He grabbed the sides of her face, forcing his lips against hers.
“I’m tired…” she spat out once he had pulled away. His hands moved up into her hair and he grabbed it at the root, pulling her head back as he began to bite her neck.
“I don’t care,” he whispered, “I will have you anyway.” He pressed her down with his legs and slowly pulled her shirt off of her body.
“Vladimir…no…”
“You have beautiful body…” He moved down, with his face near her pussy, and pulled down her pants. Slowly, he pulled her pink g-string down off of her with his teeth. She clenched her legs together tightly and he forcefully tore them apart, glaring up into her eyes. He moved his face closer to her pussy, and she quivered as she felt his hot breath against it .
“Please, leave me alone.”
“I have to taste you.” He held her legs down as he slowly licked her, his tongue circling her throbbing clitoris as she leaned her head back slowly, her hair sprawled out on the bed. She gripped the sheets as he pressed his tongue hard against her and began to flicker it against her.
“Stop…stop…”
“Shut up…just take it…just surrender,” he whispered. As his tongue entered her she shut her eyes tight, trying not to feel the pleasure, but failing. After a few minutes she began to get hot and she began to shake as she lifted her legs and placed her feet on his shoulders. Her orgasm was mind-blowing; earth-shaking. He licked all of her juices off of her and swallowed them, staring up into her eyes. His eyes showed an expression of pure hunger: they told her he would do anything to have her the way he wanted her. When he was done, he crawled back up to her, leaned down, kissed her, and pulled her on top of him.
“That was wonderful, Vladimir…what a wonderful fantasy…”
“Sometimes I think of when I had to chase you and the thought turns me on so much.” He gripped her tightly.
“It turns me on, too.”
“One day I will do things to you that you would not expect.” Chills ran up and down her spine.