I stand, pulling her up to her feet, then quickly dip down and lift her into my arms. I kiss her hard as I take her back to the bedroom. Placing her on the bed, I reach into the nightstand drawer for lube.
“On your knees,” I say as I stare into her eyes.
Alina licks her lips and keeps her eyes on mine as she rolls over and rises up on her knees. She looks back at me over her shoulder.
“Spread those legs. Ass over the edge of the bed.”
She complies, her flesh flushing with excitement. She’s not just okay with this; she really wants it. My cock throbs in anticipation, and I move to stand behind her.
She’s so fucking beautiful like this—on my bed, on her knees, waiting for me. All I can do is stare for a moment as I slowly stroke my cock with the lube. I lick my lips, trying not to think about the last time I took a hooker in the ass, but it’s difficult. The anticipation of the tight, rough channel is almost enough to make me come in my hand.
Releasing myself, I push her ass down a bit to get the angle right.
“That’s better,” I murmur. I run both hands over her ass in reverence. Reaching between her cheeks, I find what I want and slowly push my thumb against her flesh. She tightens slightly and then relaxes. I move my thumb in and out slowly, preparing her.
“Don’t tease me.” Alina’s words are a plea. She lowers her ass a little more, making it easier for me to get to her, and I’m happy to oblige.
Lining my cock up, I slowly begin to enter her body. Alina pushes back against me, and I can feel the muscles in her legs constrict slightly before she relaxes them. She knows what she’s doing, and she relaxes herself as much as possible as the head of my cock disappears.
My own ass clenches, begging me to drive into her, but I don’t. Just another inch, ever so slowly, then back out again. She moans in protest, and I smack her backside.
“Hush,” I tell her. “Be patient.”
I watch as she bites her lip and grips the sheets. I push into her again, farther this time. I pull out slightly, then slide back inside. Her ass is amazingly tight, and it grips my cock deliciously. I do this a few more times as Alina squirms. Finally, I’m completely inside of her.
I rest against her back, not moving my hips. I let her body get used to me as I reach around and stroke her breasts and stomach. Moving one hand down, I find her clit and circle it slowly as I start to thrust with the same rhythm as my fingers.
“Oh, God!” Alina tightens her hold on the sheets and moans loudly as I slide my middle finger into her pussy. I keep my thumb on her clit, rotating and pressing as she starts to move with me. I add another finger, stroking slowly, and close my eyes to the feeling.
I feel a trickle of sweat run down my back. Moving so slowly should be painful, but I revel in it. It’s the ultimate control over passion. Her ass is tight around my cock, and moving quickly will diminish her pleasure. I want to feel her ass around me when she comes.
“I want to hear you screaming my name when you come,” I tell her. “I want the whole building to hear you.”
Her head bobs as she tries to nod against the mattress. I slap her ass again.
“You hear me?”
“Yes!” she cries out. “Yes, I will! Oh, fuck…”
I smile at her cursing, pull out until only the head of my cock is still in her, and then bury myself again. Pressure fills my body, but I force it back down. I feel Alina’s hips move as she presses against my hand, and I match her speed.
Her body is slick with her sweat combined with mine. She turns her head into the sheets and then back again. I can see her arms shaking as I keep up the slow, steady rhythm. As her eyes squeeze shut, she yells.
“Evan! Oh, God! Evan!”
Fingers in her pussy. Thumb on her clit. Dick in her ass. I feel her clench from head to toe, and I can’t control myself any longer.
My legs shake, my heart pounds, and the sound I make is nothing short of a scream. Alina is right there with me, crying out as her fingers dig into the sheets. I fill her as I call out again, and her body tightens around my cock.
I’m trembling as I hold myself inside of her. My legs are trying to give out on me, but I force them to stay where they are for a few more seconds of ecstasy. Alina’s breaths are quick and loud as she presses her cheek to the mattress.
When my cock stops throbbing, I pull out of her slowly. I wrap my arms around her and pull her back to my chest before I drop down to the cold, hardwood floor beside the bed. Panting against the skin on the back of her neck, I imagine I can still smell the hint of her lavender lotion on her skin.
Holding her as tightly as I dare, I press my forehead between her shoulders as she reaches down and runs her hands against the top of my thighs. I hang on to her as I try to catch my breath. There’s pressure behind my eyes that I don’t understand, but I hold it back.
“That was…that was amazing.” Alina continues to pant. “Seriously, Evan, how the hell did you get to be so good at that?”
“Practice.”