“Do you like it?” he whispered in my ear, the heat of his breath tingled my neck.
I nodded crazily, then he bit my neck and I shuddered in his arms. “Do you like my cock in your little pussy? Did you dream about it the way I did? Did you imagine me licking right here?” He asked, pressing a finger to my puckering butt.
Never had I felt the sensations pulsing through me as I did in that very moment, and it was then I realized I never wanted this feeling to go away.
“Did you imagine my hand sliding down your stomach and playing with your clit like this?” He asked, following the motion. When I didn’t respond, struggling to clear the haze in my head, he asked, “Ria, answer me. Do you like it?”
I was moaning and groaning so much that I don’t even know how I managed to get out, “I love it. All of it.”
Then in all honesty, I said, “Kova? I want you to give me everything and anything you want to give me.”
The moment the words left my lips, Kova unleashed everything he was holding back. Throwing me down to the bed, he grabbed hold of my hips from behind and began thrusting hard. There was no doubt I’d have bruises tomorrow from the way his fingers dug into my skin. I felt all of him, everywhere, and I fucking loved it. I was at his mercy.
Within minutes, I was coming again, rocking against him, feeling his balls slap my clit. My body was damp with sweat as a blast of pleasure shot through me. I was tingling with gratification, my body completely and utterly spent. There was no other feeling I could imagine that was better than this. Nothing could top it.
My vagina was tender and swollen, but Kova began pumping harder and faster. His fingers had to be cutting my skin, but I was too high on sex to notice. His hips smacked my ass so hard that I slid up the bed, and when he pulled out, I immediately felt the loss of him.
Kova’s thighs quivered against mine and he made a strangled sound. Moving my hair from my face, I glanced over my shoulder as he came all over my back. His head was thrown back, his eyes were squeezed shut as white, warm fluid shot all over me, the vein in his neck straining. He had a vice grip on his dick, the tip of it purple as more exploded from him. His chest was scarlet as were the muscles in his arms from exertion.
Kova was singlehandedly the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. He leaned over and kissed my neck, his nose nuzzling me.
“Malysh, that was incredible, I could not ask for better. Do not move. Let me clean you up.”
I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow—he didn’t have to worry about me moving now.
Kova returned with a damp rag and wiped my back clean, and the inside of my legs. Having him clean me in the manner he was, was slightly awkward but intimate.
“Roll over.”
I did as he ordered and he opened my legs and cleaned me there too. A look of relief eased across his face and I asked him, “What’s wrong?”
He met my eyes. “I was worried I made you bleed with how rough I got, but there are only a few drops.” Dropping the rag to the floor, he climbed into bed and turned me to face him. I curled up into him and stared into those bright green eyes. Kova’s skillful fingers toyed with my hair, moving it around. Having someone play with my hair felt divine, but when it was after mind blowing sex, it was even better.
A few minutes of comfortable silence went by when he sat up on one elbow and leaned over me. Rolling onto my back as his hands massaged my scalp, I fell into the intensity his eyes held and submitted myself to him.
He whispered something in Russian as he leaned down, and just inches before my mouth, he spoke in English. “Adrianna, you are so beautiful.”
Then he sealed his lips to mine and kissed me slow and deep. His thick tongue wrapped around mine, tugging as his hands never left my hair. He kissed me with passion, he kissed me with skill. Sliding a leg over mine, Kova climbed over my body and hitched my leg up around his hip. His growing length sat against my thigh, his knee pressed against my tender opening as all he did was kiss me senseless. With the weight of his body on mine, my heart was his in that moment. He consumed me, heart and soul.
Breaking the kiss, Kova pulled away and I looked into his grave eyes. Cupping my jaw, he confessed, “I do not know what it is about you, but I want you again and again. I want you all night, to take my time and explore every inch of you. Tell me no, malysh. Tell me no.”
I didn’t know how to tell him no because no was not a thought in my mind. I was guided by the hazy bliss of post sex and all I could do was stare into his eyes. And if this was it—if this was the only night I had with him, I was going to take everything he wanted to give. No was not part of my vocabulary when it came to resisting him, but as far as tonight went, it didn’t exist.
I think he knew my answer. His thigh was wet from me rubbing on him. I’d lost count of how many orgasms I had, but I felt one more climbing. My hips gently swiveled on his flesh, my lips parted and my nipples were hardening. I couldn’t refuse him, I didn’t know how when my body was on the brink of pure rapture.
This time, I went in for a kiss, arching my back and finding his mouth. Kova pulled me to him and rolled to his back, placing me on top of him. With his leg propped up and wide, I panted and kissed his mouth as I rode his leg. I couldn’t stop, it felt too good and I began clenching his heavily muscled thigh. I wanted to orgasm just like this, with his thigh pressing against my vagina. Kova’s hands were all over me, on my back, in my hair, gripping my hips to him as my gasps became louder and more frequent.
“Come for me, just like this,” he said against my mouth before biting my lip. Sex filtered the air and I was drowning in it. My hips bucked and I lost control, but despite being tender, I wanted him in me one last time.
Without asking, I lifted my hips and angled his shaft at my entrance and slid down, taking every inch I could. I was filled to capacity. Kova’s fingers dug into my hips, the veins in his muscular arms appearing as he struggled. My back arched, pushing my breasts forward. Kova sat up and wrapped his lips around my nipple, sucking me and penetrating me at the same time. With one hand on the curve of my neck, the other wrapped around the back of my waist, Kova secured me to him. An orgasm quickly came, taking hold of us as we both fell into a state of bliss unlike no other while we rocked slow and steady against one another. It was subliminal. And the slow and steady was by far the best way. I moaned, whimpering in ecstasy. His penis twitched inside me, hitting the walls of my sex. Warmth seeped from between us, the heat of his orgasm coating my skin.
Pulling back, he pressed my forehead to his. My hair was everywhere, shielding the sides of our faces while we breathed in the hot air. We panted into each other, connecting at the seams as awareness coursed through us.
Pulling his soft dick out of me, Kova said gutturally, “Ria, you may be my undoing.”
He cleaned me up once again and we lay in silence for a few minutes. My body was completely sated and my eyes were drifting closed when Kova spoke softly. “I could take you all night long and not get tired, but I need to get going.”
My head was still a hazy field of desire consumed by lust. I didn’t want him to leave, but I knew he couldn’t stay.