"It's not insane. It's just us." His hand slides between my legs. I'm still sensitive from last night and when his fingers find my clit, I gasp. "Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind is still catching up."
"Konstantin—we should—your family is probably—I'm sore—"
"I know you're sore. I can feel how swollen you are." His fingers are soft, careful, circling my clit gently. "But I'm going to make it good for you anyway. You gave me your virginity last night. Your first time. Let me take care of you properly this morning."
"You weren't exactly gentle last night."
"You told me not to be." He kisses my shoulder, my neck. "But this morning I'll worship you. Show you what it's like when I make love to you instead of just fucking you."
His words make my stomach flip. "There's a difference?"
"Oh,devochka. There's a world of difference." He shifts, positioning himself between my thighs. His cock is already hard, pressing against my entrance. "Last night was about claiming. This morning is about cherishing."
He pushes inside slowly. So slowly. I wince but the stretch feels good too. Different than last night. Gentler but no less intense.
"Okay?" he asks, pausing when he's halfway in.
"Yeah. Keep going. I want to feel all of you."
He slides the rest of the way in with one smooth stroke.
"Fuck, you're still so tight," he breathes. "Even after last night. Your pussy is gripping me like it doesn't want to let go."
"I don't want to let go."
"Good. Because I'm never leaving." He starts moving, slow and deep. Not the hard claiming thrusts from last night. This is different. Intimate. "How does it feel?"
"Full. Sore. Perfect." I wrap my legs around his waist. "More."
"Greedy girl." But he's smiling as he says it. "Your virgin pussy got a taste of cock last night and now it's addicted."
"Maybe I am."
"Definitely you are." He picks up the pace slightly, still careful but more purposeful. "You're going to wake up wanting my cock inside you every morning. Going to sleep with it too. I'm going to keep you so well-fucked you won't remember what it's like to be empty."
His words combined with the steady rhythm of his thrusts are pushing me toward the edge faster than I expected.
"I'm close," I gasp.
"Already? Fuck, you're perfect." He reaches between us, finds my clit. "Come for me, beautiful. Let me feel your pussy milk my cock."
The combination of his fingers and his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me sends me over. I come with a cry, my sore pussy clenching around him.
He follows right after, burying himself deep and filling me with another load of cum. He groans against my neck as he grinds his hips, making sure every drop stays deep.
We lie there for a moment, still connected. Then there's a knock on the door that makes us both jump.
"Kostenka! Devochka! Breakfast in twenty minutes!" Yelena's voice is way too cheerful for whatever ungodly hour this is. "Don't be late!"
Konstantin drops his forehead to my shoulder with a sigh. "My mother's timing is impeccable."
"We really need to get up now."
"I know." But he doesn't pull out immediately. Instead, he stays buried inside me for another minute, like he can't bear to break the connection. "Tonight," he promises. "Tonight I'm going to take my time with you. Make you come so many times you lose count."
My inner muscles clench around him at the thought. He hisses.
"Keep doing that and we're not making it to breakfast."
