Biting my lip, I shifted back in the water, parting my knees. One hand trailed down my stomach, fingers hesitant as they reached my slick folds. I started with slow circles over my clit, gasping at the immediate spark of pleasure. It felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but the need was too strong to ignore.
Kholod's eyes darkened even more, his own hand dipping belowthe water to wrap around his thick cock. He stroked himself lazily at first, matching my pace, his length hardening visibly under his grip. The sight of him like that—watching me while pleasuring himself—sent a fresh thrill through me. "That's it, baby. But go slower. Tease yourself. I want to see you squirm and beg for it."
I whimpered, dragging out the circles, my fingers growing slicker with arousal. The steam made everything feel hazy and intimate, the water lapping gently around us as I built the tension.
"Not enough," he growled, his strokes picking up speed, fist pumping with deliberate slowness. "Use your other hand. Grab those perfect tits. Pinch your nipples—hard. Show me how desperate you are, how much you need to come."
Humiliation burned through me, but so did the fire in my core, making my body ache for more. I obeyed, my free hand cupping one breast, thumb rolling over the hardened nipple before pinching it sharply. The jolt shot straight down to my clit, making me arch and gasp. "Like this?"
"Fuck yeah, just like that," he rasped, his voice rough with lust, hand working his cock faster now, veins standing out along its length. "Twist it harder. Make it hurt a little—shit, look at you, all flushed and needy. Now finger yourself. Slide them in deep, Noelle. Pretend it's my cock filling you up, stretching that tight hole."
I dipped two fingers inside, thrusting shallowly at first, then deeper, curling to press against that sweet spot. Moans spilled from my lips, my body rocking with each movement, water splashing softly. His gaze was locked on my every action, his own hand stroking harder, breath coming in heavy grunts. The sight of him jerking off to me like this only heightened the intensity, making me wetter.
"Good girl," he muttered, eyes glued to my hands. "Faster now. Fuck that dripping pussy for me. Let me hear those dirty little sounds—yeah, that's it. Rub your clit while you do it. Harder, baby. I want to see you lose control."
I sped up, fingers plunging in and out, my thumb grinding relentlessly against my clit. The other hand twisted my nipple again, the mixof pain and pleasure coiling everything tighter inside me. "Kholod... oh God, it feels so good..."
"Shit, you're fucking soaked," he groaned, his fist pumping furiously now, pre-cum beading at the tip of his cock above the water. "Look at you, all desperate and wet for me. Rub it harder—yeah, fuck, just like that. Add another finger. Stretch yourself wide. Come on, make yourself come screaming my name, you little tease."
The pressure built unbearably, every nerve alight. I followed his commands, slipping in a third finger, thrusting deep and fast, my body trembling. The water churned around my movements, steam thickening the air with our shared heat. His dirty words pushed me further, his hand a blur on his cock as he watched, utterly transfixed.
"Don't stop," he ordered, voice strained. "Pinch that nipple again—harder. Fuck, you're close, aren't you? Let me see it. Come for me, Noelle. Scream my name like the good slut you are."
The coil snapped. I cried out, fingers buried deep as ecstasy crashed over me in waves, my body shuddering and pulsing around my own touch. "Kholod! Oh, fuck, Kholod!"
Before I could even catch my breath, he surged forward, grabbing my hips and yanking me onto his lap. His cock pressed insistently against me, thick and rock-hard. "My turn," he snarled, positioning himself at my entrance and thrusting up hard, burying every inch inside me in one brutal stroke.
I screamed, my body still hypersensitive from the orgasm, the sudden stretch and fullness sending shockwaves through me. It was overwhelming, every nerve ending firing as he filled me completely.
"Fuck, you're so damn tight," he groaned, hands digging into my ass as he started pounding upward relentlessly, hips slamming with raw power. Water erupted around us, splashing over the tub's edges and flooding the floor in chaotic waves. "Take it all, baby. This what you wanted? My cock owning that greedy pussy, making you scream?"
"Yes... Kholod, harder!" I gasped, nails raking down his shoulders, riding him through the frenzy. He growled, one hand sliding up to capture my breast, pinching the nipple with just enough force to sting, amplifying every thrust. He drove deeper, water churning into frothywaves that soaked the tiles, the bathroom echoing with the wet slaps of skin on skin.
"Shit, you feel incredible clenching around me like that," he panted, his pace turning savage, hips snapping up with brutal force. "Gonna fuck you senseless, fill you up until you're dripping with me. You're mine, Noelle—every fucking inch of this body belongs to me. Say it."
"Yours... all yours," I moaned, lost in the rhythm, the pleasure bordering on pain as he hit that perfect spot over and over. Water flew everywhere, pooling on the floor, but I couldn't care less. I clung to him, chasing the building edge, words rising in my throat—I wanted to say it, "I love you," but they caught there, unspoken, as the ecstasy mounted higher.
He must have sensed my nearness, his thrusts faltering just a fraction before redoubling in intensity, eyes locking onto mine with raw hunger. "Let go for me," he demanded, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing frantic circles that synced with his punishing rhythm. "Come on my cock, baby. Milk me dry—fuck, squeeze me like that. You're gonna make me come so hard inside you."
I shattered again, my body convulsing in overwhelming bliss, walls gripping him like a vice as the orgasm tore through me, louder this time, my cries bouncing off the steamy walls. "Kholod! Yes, oh God!"
He followed seconds later, thrusting deep one final time with a guttural roar, spilling hot and thick inside me, holding me down firmly as if he'd never let go. His cock pulsed, filling me completely, the sensation drawing out my aftershocks.
We collapsed against each other, panting heavily, the water settling into gentle ripples around us. His arms remained wrapped around me, possessive yet tender, as the intensity faded into a warm glow. I buried my face in his neck, my heart still racing, those unspoken words lingering like a secret between us.
He pressed a kiss to my temple, his voice rough but gentle. "You okay?"
"Yeah," I whispered, tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "Better than okay."
The night melted into more languid touches, our bodies exploringeach other slowly in the cooling water. He eventually lifted me out, drying me off with that same clumsy care he'd shown earlier, handling me like something fragile and precious. We tumbled into bed, his body curling protectively around mine, and for once, the outside world—Iceland, Philadelphia, everything—felt far away and insignificant.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Kholod
"Boss, this is the hotel information for the South Island of New Zealand that you requested." Dmitri placed a folder on my desk. "As per your instructions, I've booked the best lake-view suite in Queenstown for ten days."
"Good." I opened the folder, studying the stunning photos—impossibly blue water, snow-capped peaks reflected in its surface. "Noelle will love this."
