I bit my lip. “Make you come the way you make me.”
His nose flared, and he paused. “No.”
“Why not? I want to.”
“I would rather you give yourself an orgasm while I watched.”
I leaned back and placed my hand on my tender sex.
Kova’s stomach flexed as he pumped into his hand. He was a thing of beauty and it wasn’t long until I started to feel that newly familiar ache burning in my belly. But I wanted to be the one doing that to him, stroking him. Sitting up, I got to my knees just inches from him. I grabbed Kova’s empty hand as he still towered above me and placed it in the V of my drenched thighs. He heaved a sigh. I peered into his lowering eyes and wrapped my hand around his cock, proving just how much I wanted to give him this pleasure. Needing more moisture, I spit into my hand the way I would if I were wearing grips, and returned my hand back to him. A low rumble escaped him and his chest expanded with a deep inhale.
Stroking him hard but slow, Kova’s lips parted with an audible sigh. He cupped the back of my head and leaned down to kiss me, plunging his tongue into my mouth. He took control, and I liked it. A lot. More so than I probably should. He was wild, feral, and devoured my mouth with passion. The air was filled with sex and I swear I heard a growl.
“I’m close again…Put it in me,” I whispered against his lips. His thumb circled my clit and I was desperate to connect with him again, completely.
“God, I want to so badly. Anything to be deep inside your pussy again. To feel you clench around me.”
I whimpered, and his dick twitched in my hand. “You can, I said you can.”
“It does not work like that.”
“Please.”
“No…but keep doing that. Keep twisting the head a little tighter.”
“I want it.”
“With the way I feel right now, I will tear you up. No.” Then he said, “Do not stop…fuck, just do not stop.”
“Oh, yes,” I moaned, riding his hand. My hips began rocking on their own. His palm kept hitting my clit and I couldn’t get enough. I grabbed a hold of his bicep and he flexed under my arm. I was on the brink of tears from his taunting. Pure instinct took over and I climbed over his legs, positioning him at my entrance. Our eyes locked, and the moment he touched my opening I slid down. My lips parted as I felt myself stretch. Kova seized my hips to stop me from going down completely.
“This is not a good idea,” he held on to me. Biting my bottom lip, I exhaled against his chest. Kova lifted my chin to look at him. He shook his head, his eyes filled with something I’d never seen before.
“You are something else, you know that?”
He kissed me deeply, fueling the fire, and lifted me up and down on him a handful of times before he pulled out and grabbed his shaft.
“Fuck!” he yelled, his penis throbbing. His body shook and it pleased me. White hot liquid hit my stomach. It stuck to me, slowly dripping down my flat tummy. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
I placed his hand between my thighs again. A gratified smile curved his sensual lips. I didn’t know who I was in this moment, or who I had become, only that Kova had brought out a side of me I didn’t know existed. I came just moments later.
“Baby,” he said so quietly, but I heard it as he wrapped his arm around my lower back and held me against him. I relaxed and sighed into his body, inhaling his sultry scent that was now merged with our sex. My lips pressed to his neck, giving him little satisfied kisses. His dick throbbed against me as he continued to release himself all over me. And I mean, all over my stomach and thighs.
“This is why we cannot fuck again. You are too tight, it would hurt you more than it would feel good. I worried I hurt you last time.”
I got serious with him and pushed back. “Way to kill the moment, Kova. How do you expect that to change unless you fuck me again? Your size would hurt anyone.” I wasn’t actually sure about that since I hadn’t seen tons of penises before, I just assumed it, which I think he liked because his brows shot up and he grinned.
I smiled, happy I could draw such a reaction from him. Something shifted in the quiet air as we stared into each other’s eyes. I wasn’t sure what, but when Kova leaned in to kiss me, it was different this time. He was slower, more careful, and gentler. More methodic. It was a passionate kiss, one filled with more weight than meant to. I found myself falling into him, my heart opening up and holding on to him.
“I am enamored with you,” he admitted honestly.
I was beginning to fall hard for this man. And that wasn’t a good thing.
Breaking the kiss, Kova said, “Let us get you cleaned up.”
My heart stopped. “You’re not leaving yet, are you?”
He paused, looking to the side. “I have to leave soon, malysh.”