“Shit,” Sergey mutters against my mouth as he stills, bracing himself against the couch. He grunts. “You’re so tight in the best way…”
He has hardly even done anything, and I’m already losing myself to how overwhelmingly good it all feels.
Our breath mingles before he kisses me deeply again, claiming me completely.
“Are you okay?” He asks against my mouth, just barely rocking his hips forward to give me even more friction.
I nod and swallow back a whimper, welcoming a heat in me that demands everything from him. That seeks nothing but total bliss. “Please…more.”
Sergey groans with a small nod, then he starts to move.
My head tips back the moment he thrusts low, starting carefully before picking up the pace and maintaining it as the moans fall from my lips.
Our sounds mix all the while he gives me everything I need. Everything I’ve been aching for.
He restrains himself with low grunts, easing in and out of me without getting ahead of himself. But that control starts to waver the longer he goes, and his body moves to cover me completely.
The oxygen is pulled from the room while our panted breaths fill it instead, and all I can do is grip his back, digging my fingers into his skin while I take it all.
“That’s it,” he rasps, keeping me close while bringing our bodies together again and again, bringing me a sense of oneness I’ve never felt before. He drops his face closer to my neck while he offers me his strangled moans. “You’re doing so well.”
His praise sends more heat through me, and I can’t help the sounds escaping me.
Every wave of pleasure is too much, yet not enough at the same time. I just want more. I need it.
Getting lost in the bliss, I cling to him like a lifeline, whimpering while the pressure builds inside me.
Eventually, Sergey’s thrusts start to falter, and his hold on me tightens while his breaths fan against my neck. His hand drops between us, rubbing against my clit encouragingly.
The combination of sensations has me seeing stars, and before I can manage a word to warn him, that familiar rush hits me even harder.
Even faster than the first time, my orgasm crashes over me, making me arch into him while I tense, sucking in a sharp breath.
The dam breaks, and I release with a broken cry.
Sergey groans at the added restriction, keeping me against him while I fall apart. He tries to keep going, but he ruts into me a few more times before he grunts and follows right behind me.
A quiet whine slips from me as he pulls out, releasing into the divot of my stomach.
I jolt slightly at the feeling, but I slump back, barely managing a coherent thought.
“Fuck,” Sergey curses under his breath as he leans over me, panting against my skin. He trembles faintly while he tries to slow his heart rate.
A moment later, he reaches for nearby tissues and wipes me down, but it hardly registers.
Then, the press of his body against mine is grounding, soothing me through the aftershocks.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers in the crook of my neck, leaving soft kisses along my skin.
Blissed out, I keep my eyes closed and soak in his every touch.
And the realization settles deep within my skin.
I just had sex with Sergey Lukov.
As overwhelming as that thought is, I can’t dwell on it long. Not when it all feels so incredible.
Chapter 15 - Sergey
