My mouth continues its exploration while my hands map every inch of exposed skin. When I reach behind her to unhook her bra, she lifts herself to make it easier, and the trust in that simple gesture makes my heart beat even faster.
The lace falls away, revealing breasts that are even more beautiful than I remembered. I take one peaked nipple into mymouth, and she cries out as her back bows off the bed and her fingers tangle in my hair.
“God, yes,” she breathes. “Just like that.”
I lavish attention on one breast and then the other, using my tongue and teeth until she’s writhing beneath me. Her responses are so honest, so unguarded, that I want to memorize every sound she makes.
“Maksim, please,” she begs as she tugs at my shirt. “I need to feel you.”
I sit back long enough to pull my shirt over my head, and her eyes go dark as she takes in my bare chest. Her hands immediately reach for me, trace the tattoos that cover my shoulders and arms.
“I remember these,” she murmurs, following a particularly intricate design with her fingertip. “I wanted to explore them more the last night we were together.”
“You can explore all you want now. We’re not going anywhere.”
She takes me at my word, and her touch grows bolder as she glides her palms over the planes of my chest and the ridges of my abdomen. When her fingers brush against the waistband of my pants, I catch her wrist.
“Not yet,” I warn. “If you touch me now, this will be over before it starts.”
“Then what do you suggest?”
Instead of answering with words, I hook i my fingers in the waistband of her yoga pants and panties and draw them down her legs in one smooth motion. She’s completely bare under me now, and the sight steals what’s left of my breath.
“Beautiful,” I whisper before settling between her thighs. “So fucking beautiful.”
The first touch of my tongue against her center makes her cry out, and her hips jerk involuntarily. I hold her steady with my hands on her thighs as I explore every inch of her with my mouth.
“Oh God,” she gasps as her fingers fist in the sheets. “Maksim, that feels…”
“Tell me,” I command against her heated flesh. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Amazing. Perfect. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
I have no intention of stopping. She tastes like honey and sin, and every breathy moan that escapes her lips drives me closer to the edge of my control. When I slide two fingers inside her while my tongue continues to flick over her clit, she comes apart.
“Yes, yes, oh fuck yes,” she chants while her body tenses as the orgasm crashes over her.
I work her through it, gentling my touch as she comes down from the high. When she finally goes limp against the mattress, I kiss my way back up her body until I can take her mouth with mine.
“That was…” she starts, then seems to lose the ability to form complete sentences.
“That was just the beginning,” I promise.
She watches with hooded eyes as I strip off the rest of my clothes. When I settle between her thighs again, she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer.
“I need you inside me,” she whispers. “Now.”
I enter her slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size. She feels like heaven around me, hot and tight and perfect. When I’m fully seated, I pause to let us both catch our breath.
And then I start with slow, deep strokes that have her gasping my name. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I establish a rhythm that pushes us both toward the edge. This isn’t the desperate coupling from the hotel—this is something deeper, more connected, more real.
“Look at me,” I command as her eyes start to drift closed. “I want to see you when you come.”
Those green eyes lock onto mine, and suddenly, I can see straight into her soul. The vulnerability there, the trust, the growing affection that mirrors my own—it’s almost too much to bear.
“Maksim,” she breathes, and I can hear everything she’s not saying in the way she speaks my name.
My pace increases, driven by a need that goes beyond physical desire. When she starts to tighten around me, I know she’s close again.
