“Oh.” She trembled, holding me tighter.
“Yes,” I grunted. “Tell me more. You love this cock?”
“Oh!”
“You love it don’t you?”
“Oh, Misha.”
“You fucking right you do.” I lost it. My orgasm slammed into me. My long strokes returned to pumping. I couldn’t hold it back any longer. My body ached. My muscles strained. And still I had her up in the air, ramming that little body up and down on my cock.
She let her head fall back. “Jesus!”
“He won’t save you now.” Two more pumps, balls deep inside of her, and I was gone. Cumming inside of her like a turned on hose. I was surprised she didn’t rise with the spray. I filled her. It spilled all inside that heavenly, warm tunnel. Her arousal and my cum dripped down my thighs.
Still cumming and pumping, I gently lay her back down on the bed. My cock was softening as it emptied, and still, I didn’t want to leave that warm, inviting pussy.
We lay down on the bed.
Both out of breath.
My head buried between her breasts.
Her heartbeat booming against my cheek.
Every night must be like this.
Minutes later, she giggled.
I had my eyes closed as I held her. “What’s so funny?”
She laughed again. “Jesus won’t save me?”
Still unable to open my eyes, I grinned. “You were the one calling him for help.”
“What am I going to do with you, Misha?”
“Hopefully. . .you’ll love me.” For a second, a bit of sadness fell over me. “I need you right now.”
She moved her hands, captured my head, and forced me to move up to her.
Opening my eyes, I rose, until we were eyelevel.
She placed a hand on each side of my face and stared at me. “Misha, I’ll always be there for you. I promise.”
I couldn’t believe I had ruined the moment. But it was the truth. Being around her, healed me. And with this week, I needed the comfort. The sort of soothing that only Ava could provide.
Speechless, I kissed her.
She kissed me back and then moved me away. “This might not be the best time to ask, but. . .”
“Go ahead.”
“When are you going to have your father’s funeral?”
I let out a long breath. “In a few days.”
“I’m coming. I have two more performances, but I’ll be on the plane to meet you.”
“I will not leave St. Petersburg, unless you’re next to me. The funeral can wait until you are off.”
She shook her head. “No. The funeral can’t wait for me. Maybe, I can—”
“No. It is decided.”
“But Misha, what about your family or—”
“We wait until you are done.”
She sighed.
“I need you Ava. You keep the pain away. All of the sadness.” And then I gave her a weak smile. “Besides, your grandmother offered to help.”
“What?”
“Yeah.” I lay down on the pillow next to her and pulled her into my arms. “That is that. You both go to Prague with me, once you have finished your last performance for this week. We will have time to go to the funeral and have you back for next week’s performances.”
“Misha, you can’t rush all of this due to my schedule. I can figure out a way for the theater to—”
“It is settled.”
“Hey, I was talking.”
“You weren’t.” And then I took those lips because they were mine.
All that I had done that day had come to this.
No regrets.
Minutes later,
we both fell asleep,
encased each other’s arms.
Chapter 15
Ava
The next morning, sunlight poured through the windows, bathing our naked bodies in a golden glow.
Misha didn’t open his eyes, but he turned as I slowly sat up.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Nowhere.” I stretched. “Not with what you did to me last night. I may never leave the bed. My dancing career is over. I’m all yours.”
His eyes remained closed as he smiled. “I could not do that to the world. Instead, I will share you a little.”
“A little?”
“I will share you on the stage. Nowhere else.” There was a certainty in his voice that delivered delicious shivers up my spine.
“I love it when you get all possessive.”
“Good because I mean to possess you in every way possible.”
“Stop it, before I’m back on your cock, instead of in the shower.” I stretched my arms.
Somehow I had to drag myself from bed, do an early rehearsal, and then go to lunch with Akiva. The rehearsal tended to be annoying. Half the time, we went over the same moves. I believed the theater just forced us to come to keep track of us.
There was a dark side to the ballet world. Many did everything to keep a slim body. For me the constant practices, rehearsals, and performances was enough to keep me in shape. As far as the fat on my ass and thighs, I didn’t care. Several ballet masters frowned at my curves from time to time. No one could jump like me so they would have to get over it.