Surprised by the sudden change, my breath hitches, and my palms land flat against the cool countertop. My head spins, but he hardly gives me time to dwell on it as I hear him shuffling out of his trousers.
“Bottoms off. Now.”
A thrill moves through me at the rough demand, not wanting to wait a moment longer myself.
My body hums with excitement and anticipation as I ease my pants down, followed by my panties, until my lower half is bared to him.
Seconds later, Sergey cages me against the counter while his hands roam my curves, dipping down to caress my thighs before parting my legs.
My heart pounds in my chest, and I bite back a moan as he presses against me, slowly brushing along the apex of my thighs.
“Don’t keep quiet,” he murmurs, guiding my hips back a bit while he positions himself, seemingly running out of patience altogether. “I want to hear the pretty sounds you make.”
His words come out cold and rough, and while he’s eager to find his release, Sergey still eases forward, using a gentle enough touch on me.
With a flicker of relief, my breath catches as he shifts forward, making that connection at last.
We both gasp to ourselves once he slips inside me, body gladly taking him in.
The initial feeling is enough to make me grip the counter tighter, grounded by his hands on my hips, keeping me steady.
Sergey curses under his breath as he sinks into me, letting a hand drift to my breast. He kneads at it lightly while his breath fans against the back of my neck. He groans and brushes a rough kiss against my shoulder. “You’re too much…but I can’t get enough of you.”
The breathlessness in his voice makes me shiver. I tip my head to the side while he mouths against my neck and gives us both the chance to savor the feeling.
“You’re the only one I need,” Sergey whispers, pulling my body close, making me arch while he grinds against me from behind.
I feel lightheaded from it all, unable to even form the words.
But the moment he withdraws enough to sink into me again, a louder moan falls from my lips, punctuating the otherwise quiet kitchen. His movements light a fire inside me, well aware that I need more. That I crave the release he’s promising me.
Despite keeping his pace slow at first, he gets away from himself and moves faster, keeping a tight grip on me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear completely.
The room fills with undeniable heat while our panted breaths mingle, and I struggle to keep my noises down. When I try to, Sergey snaps his hips against me sharply for emphasis, leaving me no choice but to moan louder.
“That’s it, baby,” Sergey says into the crook of my neck, holding me right where he wants me while he takes me from behind, sending wave after wave of unbridled pleasure through me. “Let me hear how good it feels.”
I had no intention of feeding his ego tonight, but while he thrusts faster, hitting all the perfect places, I can’t bring myself to stop.
Eyes closed and gripping the counter tightly, I’m nearly bent over the surface while I take everything he has to give me. I moan for him, losing myself to the ecstasy of it all.
Sergey groans, seemingly pleased by the way I don’t shy away from the pleasure. His hips falter before he recovers, then his hand lowers to the front of me, finding my clit again.
Between his possessive hold on me, the urgency in his movements, and the added stimulation, I can’t hold back. I can’tstop my legs from shaking or the pressure from mounting inside me.
The tension shifts as I pull in fragmented breaths and clench around him, drawing closer and closer to the sweet release I’m craving more than anything. Picking up on this, Sergey doubles his efforts while he tries to hold himself back from letting go entirely.
His bated breaths against my neck, paired with his strained grunts, are enough to heighten my bliss and send me over the edge.
Reaching the precipice, I cry out for him, not recognizing my own voice as it trembles. I squeeze him, but Sergey uses his arm around my midsection to pull me up, pressing me against his front.
Wasting no time, he gives a loud, satisfied groan while shoving into me one last time before he cracks, reaching his peak. His hips roll forward while they spasm slightly, and his head drops against my back. He trembles faintly while he catches his breath.
I don’t see anything for a moment while I slowly come back down, blissed out and barely keeping myself up.
With Sergey’s grip on me, keeping me pressed against him, I feel as our hearts flutter in unison, and our breaths break up the otherwise quiet kitchen.
“Beautiful,” he whispers reverently while his lips absently press against my skin, never once taking his touch from me.
