“You okay?” he asks, confusion flickering in his eyes.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I breathe against his lips.
He smiles and bites my lower lip before quickly stripping off his boxers. I look down between us and see his cock spring free, thicker and harder than I thought he’d be.
My mouth goes dry, and I thank the stars I’m vertical, because the sight of it alone can bring me to my knees.
He makes space for himself between my legs, and I feel his cock brushing up against my slit. Then, slowly, he inches in, just the tip.
I clench around him and slide lower, trying to take what he’s not giving. Then, he pushes in, slow and steady.
I let out a gasp at how good he feels, stretching me in the most delicious way. He goes slow, inch by inch, until he's fully seated inside me, filling me completely. The feeling is indescribable—a fullness, a rightness, a heady rush that makes my head spin.
He's so deep, fitting into every crevice inside me, that even the slightest movement sends jolts of pleasure through my system.
Then, Valentin pulls out his cock almost completely before sliding back into me. He drags and slides, over and over again, until my pussy is so wet and slick that the slapping sounds fill the air.
I’m wrecked from before, but desperate for more. I curve my legs around him, squeezing tight and pulling closer. He begins to move faster.
“Fuck, Gela,” he groans. “You feel so good.”
The couch creaks as he begins fucking me harder. His eyes stay on mine, and I study every expression on his face, from how he looks when he grunts to how he grins when he slides in as deep as he can go. There’s sweat beading his forehead, and when I grip his shoulders, I feel the muscles rippling.
Soon enough, he grabs my hips and pulls me further down the couch to get me in a position where he can pound me deeper.
“Oh my god,” I mewl, closing my eyes to shut off the world and feel just him. He moves like a pendulum, so consistent, hitting that spot I love over and over again, until I feel another orgasm building.
“Valentin.” I dig my nails into his shoulders. “I'm gonna cum again.”
“That's it, baby. Let go for me.” He bends and takes my lips against his, and I can’t help but bite down when I finally go over the edge.
My entire body is in a frenzy, my legs jerking, my body arching up, and I'm closed off to the world as it chases shooting stars. The pleasure is all-encompassing, and I scream his name into his mouth as the orgasm bursts through me like a tornado.
He lets go of kissing me, and I can feel my pussy fluttering around his cock, in slow, steady beats. I clench to keep this feeling stored up inside me, like I can bottle it forever, when Valentin groans and slows down.
That’s when I feel his cock start to pulse and his rhythm falter. His body tenses above me as he finally finds his release.
For a long moment, we don't move. He rests his forehead against mine while we catch our breaths. Then, he pulls out of me, and I’m making a move to grab my clothes when I feel his hand slide around my waist to drag me back against his chest.
I freeze at the intimacy of it and what it might mean. Sex is one thing, but cuddling is something else entirely. Cuddling is a promise for tomorrow…and tomorrow doesn’t seem like a possibility between us.
He married me to keep me alive, not because he wants me. For two weeks, I swore this was a mistake, and the second things get messy, I go running into his arms. How pathetic.
And just like that, the afterglow fades, and reality crashes back in.
His arm tightens around my waist, trying to pull me wholly against his chest.
I resist slightly until he gives, and then I sit up. “That was... unexpected.”
He sits up too, concern etched on his face. “You… wanted to, didn’t you?”
“Yes, of course,” I admit. “But we should be clear about what this is.”
“Okay. What are you getting at?”
I can see he’s trying to remain neutral, but I think I see a flash of hurt in his eyes.
But before I can second-guess where I’m at, I just spit out how I feel. “This was just sex to blow off some steam. That’s all.”
