"Ground rules," I say, running my hands over his chest. "You don't flip us over. You don't take control. You let me use your cock however I want. Understood?"
His jaw clenches. "And if I don't?"
"Then I stop." I lift up slightly, positioning myself above him. "And you don't get to come inside me." I reach down, wrap my hand around his cock, and stroke him slowly. "So? Do you agree?"
"Yes." The word comes out strained. "Fuck. Yes. Anything you want."
I position him at my entrance and sink down slowly. So slowly. Inch by inch, taking him deeper.
He groans, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "Jemma."
"Shh. My pace, remember?"
I keep sinking until he's completely inside of me. "God, you're so deep like this," I gasp.
"You feel incredible. So fucking tight. So hot." His eyes are locked on where we're joined. "Look at you. Taking my cock so well. Your pussy is stretched around me, so full."
I start moving, slow rolls of my hips.
"That's it," he groans. "Fuck yourself on my cock. Use me. Take what you need."
I brace my hands on his chest and start riding him properly. Up and down, finding a rhythm that hits all the right spots.
"You look like a goddess like this," he pants. "Your tits bouncing. Your head thrown back. Riding me like you own me."
"I do own you." I lean down, my hair falling around us like a curtain. "You're mine, Konstantin. Say it."
"I'm yours," he growls. "Completely yours. I've been yours since the first time you smiled at me in that coffee shop."
"Good." I sit back up, changing the angle. Now he's hitting that perfect spot inside me with every movement. "Because I'm keeping you."
I ride him faster now, chasing my pleasure. His hands slide from my hips to my breasts, palming them, thumbing my nipples.
"That's it, beautiful. Take what you need. Come on my cock."
"Touch me," I gasp. "I need—"
He slides one hand down my stomach, finds my clit. The moment his thumb makes contact, I cry out.
"Fuck! Konstantin!"
"That's it. Come for me. Show me how much you love riding my cock."
The combination of his cock inside me, his fingers on my clit, and his filthy words pushes me over the edge. I come with a scream, my pussy clamping down on him.
He thrusts up into me once, twice, and then he's coming too, groaning my name as he fills me.
We lie there for a long time, just holding each other. Eventually, I speak.
"Konstantin?"
"Mm?"
"I'm supposed to leave in three days."
His arms tighten. "I know."
"But I don't think I want to."
