The light from the moon is glowing through my balcony doors, shining almost lovingly along Kon’s wide shoulders and thick arms. His tattoos seem to twist and coil when he moves and I run my hand along his firm stomach, following the sculpted muscles that form a “V” that points so invitingly down to a part of him that I want inside me. Maybe I’m drunk on orgasms, maybe I remember how he felt that night on the train, but I need it.
He groans as my hand slides lower and he puts his over mine before it reaches his cock, which is already gratifyingly stiff,nearly reaching to his belly button. “We don’t have to do that tonight. I told you, I want to take this slow.”
Ignoring him, I curl my fingers around his shaft, squeezing experimentally. Howdidthis thing fit inside me that night?
“What if I want more?” I ask.
Kon’s face fell. “I don’t have any condoms with me.” He’s not taking my hand away, in fact, his hips are moving with me.
“I’m on birth control to regulate my cycles,” I said. “We know I’m clean.”
“I’ve never had sex without a condom,” he said firmly. His expression sharpened, almost predatory. “I could take you bare? Fuuuuck,” he groaned, dropping his forehead to my collarbone. “Are you sure?”
Squeezing his shaft again, I felt the heat and weight of it, thick and the tip was slick. “Yes. But just…” I leaned back to look down at him and sucked in my breath so fast that I nearly choked. “That’s your dick? I don’t know if I should be scared or turned on right now.”
There was his arrogant grin again, flashing his even, white teeth. The kind you want latching on to your nipple. “You should be both.” Wrapping his arms around me, he rolled us over, so I was on top. Scooting me back a bit, he held his cock up for me. “You control it. How slow. How fast. I’ll take good care of you.”
It was like standing at the top of a terrifyingly steep Black Diamond ski slope. I’m scared shitless, but I know I’ll regret it if I back off. I have to hold my breath and take the plunge.
He licks his fingers and slides them through my folds. “So silky and slippery. You’re ready.” He keeps his fingers circling my clitas I put the wide head inside me and suck in another breath. “Take your time,Pchelka,”Kon managed between gritted teeth.“Blyad,’you feel so snug around me. I almost thought I imagined it, how tight you were, your pussy like satin.”
His words are deadly to my self-control, and I can feel a rush of slick inside me, encouraging me to move faster, my eyes closed and mouth open, feeling him split me wide. His cock throbs in time to his heartbeat under my hand as I balance against his chest. His hands slide to my ass, cupping it, his long fingers stroking me as he lifts me up slowly, then brings himself back in just as carefully. He does this move a couple more times until he feels my nails dig into his chest and he laughs, dropping me onto his cock again, hard, until I can feel his balls resting against me.
My world spins as he flips us over again and I can feel his powerful muscles coil and tighten as he grinds his thick cock into my tender, slick pussy and he pushes so deep and when he pinches my clitoris and tugs it, I come, knees squeezing his hips, feet kicking the bed, tugging at his hair. And he’s laughing, like he’s delighted by my madness. As he comes, growling, Kon tries to shove deeper inside me, as if to be sure not a drop of his come escapes me.
It takes me a minute to come back, and when I do, my arms and my arms and legs are wrapped around him and I’m shaking.
“You’re cold,Pchelka,here.” He pulls the blankets up over us, wrapping his thickly muscled arms around me and rubbing my back as I fall asleep.
Chapter Eleven
In which there are bees and badgers and bedroom talk.
Cigarettes Out the Window - TV Girl
Konstantin…
We fall asleep the way we did that night on the train, with me spooning her and my hand cupping her pussy. Except I can’t sleep. I keep waking up as she shifts again. Not only does Mariya bite me like a rabid badger during sex, but she sleeps like one, with a lot of violent flopping around. This time, her flailing arm smacked me across the face, hard enough that I tenderly palpitated my nose, making sure she didn’t break it.
Yebat',fuck! Does she hate me when she’s unconscious, too?
As the sun finally shows itself over the horizon, I can’t take it anymore. Her last ferocious thrashing sent her knee dangerously close to my balls. Of course, it’s possible she’s not asleep, and that one was intentional. Leaning over, I examine her face. Her lips are slightly parted, and her breathing is deep and even. Her lashes make a thick fan on her high cheekbones and I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman. Or a meaner one.
She’s perfect.
“Pchelka,”I whisper, “I need to go back to my room and get dressed. I have an early class.” This is true, though I’ve used it as an excuse more than once to get out of someone’s bed. I’m reluctant to leave Mariya’s, though. Even with the savage beating during REM sleep, this is the closest we’ve ever been to being… close.
“I’m not a little bee,” she grumbles, rubbing her nose against my chest, and it’s fucking adorable.
“Yes, you are,” I bite her earlobe, enjoying her outraged squawk as I reluctantly slide out of bed.
Mariya sits up in bed, pulling her quilt up to her shoulders self-consciously. I know she’s remembering my less-than-stellar performance from our first time together. Leaning down, I move her hair out of her face and kiss her slowly, even as she squirms and whines about morning breath. Then her gaze sharpens.
“What happened to your nose?”
Touching it again, I sigh. It’s still tender. At least she didn’t break it. “I slept with a tiny rabid badger last night.”
“Bees? Badgers? You’re mean. You should pick a pretty member of the animal kingdom, like a butterfly or a hummingbird,” she protests.
