You Don't Own Me 2 (The Russian Don 2)

‘Ohhh,’ she moans, and arches into me.

We found each other. I suck gently.

She threads her fingers into my hair and makes those little kitten sounds. It’s the sweetest thing. God, I’ve missed them. I move my attention to the other beauty. Her breath catches.

‘Oh yes,’ she whimpers.

It’s been so long. It’s been so long.

I raise my head and take her lips. I want to bite on that plump lower lip, ravish her like a caveman, but I don’t. I make our kiss slow and soft like butter. Our tongues rolling, lips melding, until I feel her melting under my touch. We burn, merge together, become one.

My hand curves under her ass. Gently, gently I slip a finger into her, and feel the tremor that goes right through her and vibrate in the moan she utters in my mouth. Inside me something is building and growing. Something I’ve never felt before. It climbs and climbs. I feel my heart hammering. My soul soaring.

She pushes her body up into my hand, desperate, seeking, wanting. Her eyes blazing with the same lust that is inside me.

‘Don’t let me come with your finger,’ she begs, her eyes half-closed and glazed.

I still vividly remember what I once did to her prone, unresponsive body. She laughed when I told her. ‘You should have carried on,’ she said. ‘I might have become the first person in a coma to have an orgasm.’ She only says that because she doesn’t know how utterly lost I was without her. How much I cried.

I spread her thighs and feast on the sight before me: ah … my sexy, wet, hungry pussy. Her clit is a little white pearl protruding out of all that swollen flesh. My tongue waters to taste her, but there will be time for that later. I need to get inside her. My cock needs to sink into her tight, hot cunt. Her hips thrust forward. Her sweet sex is seeking my cock.

This is for real.

After all this time I’m going to be inside my baby. Her hand reaches out and curls itself around the base of my dick.

‘Holy fuck, I forgot how big you are,’ she whispers, her face shining with excitement. Her finger smears the bead of liquid all over my cock head.

I groan. ‘Oh, yes.’

Watching her eyes, I spread her legs more open. She positions my erection, hard and hot, between the lips of her sex and rubs herself on it, before pushing it inside her, inch by fucking inch. The old urge to slam into her, to take what I want, doesn’t even arise. All I can think about is not hurting her. She is as delicate as a piece of bone china. I’m almost afraid of damaging her. Her breasts are smaller, I can see her ribs, her hipbones protrude, and her skin is so painfully pale.

‘Am I hurting you?’

‘No. It feels amazing.’

Then she inhales sharply and stops moving.

‘Did I hurt you?’

‘No. I’m savoring you.’

I know she is lying. I am hurting her. She is too tight after all this time.

‘Let me,’ I say, and she removes her hand from the base of my cock. I pause and let her get used to being stretched again.

‘I love the way you fill me up,’ she says, her voice low and throbbing.

‘I love filling you up.’

‘I’m ready. Fuck me now.’

Very slowly, I ease my shaft all the way in, and she rises up to meet me.

‘Oh wow!’ she breathes.

I set the rhythm. It’s not wild and it’s not crazy, it’s just perfect for two people who have survived being lost. It gives me time to take it all in: her expression, the noises that she makes, the scent of her, the feel of her skin, the sweat that glows on her face. I take it in as a miser collects money, or a magpie hoards shiny objects. Obsessively.

She tires quickly, her hips no longer matching my rhythm, so I come out of her, collect her ankles and push them up to either side of her ears. My pulse quickens instantly. This is what we were before. This will never change. I will always like to see her spread out like this. Her beautiful pussy opened wide for me. I slip my cock back into her slit and press down into that tight, wet channel. The walls of her sex grip me hard and I watch her eyes widen.

‘More,’ she urges hoarsely.

I push deeper into her. She is tight. Incredibly tight.

‘I can take more,’ she gasps.

I want to push all the way in, but I can see she is in pain. With a groan I stop and let her adjust to my size. She wriggles her hips and the sensation is like lava in my blood. I almost come.

‘I love having you so deep inside me,’ she whispers.