Something in those words flips a switch in me, and before I can stop myself, I slide fully onto his lap, pressing against his need.
Immediately, my breath catches, and his grip on my hips tightens while he pulls me impossibly close, letting my hips glide across his.
A familiar fuzzy feeling overwhelms my mind with every brush of our bodies and the resulting friction, and I hold his shoulders for support.
“You make me feel insane,” Sergey mumbles while he presses his face against my chest, kissing the valley of my breasts as he shifts my hips with more purpose.
The second his head rubs against me more insistently, I shiver, and my pulse quickens in my ears.
“I need you,” he whispers, guiding himself before carefully slipping inside of me. His breaths fan against my chest, but the light sensations are immediately overshadowed by the rush of pure pleasure.
We gasp in unison as he slides in further, giving me a moment to get used to his size again before pushing forward and spreading me open.
My eyes close from the overwhelming bliss, and I can’t stop myself from leaning into him.
As our foreheads press together, our breaths mingle, and I hold on while I start moving above him.
There’s something so liberating about the position and knowing that I have control. Knowing he is at my mercy and crumbling bit by bit.
But beyond that, it feels incredible for me.
Sergey hits every place inside me just right, and each shift of my hips has me tightening around him, making him grip me harder.
“Fucking hell, sweetheart,” Sergey barely gets out, unable to resist the urge to thrust upwards, meeting my movements perfectly.
The added force behind it spurs me on, heightening my senses to a point that drives me crazy. To the point where I can’t stop even if I wanted to.
I try to keep steady and not get ahead of myself, but with the way our sounds mingle, and his grip on me doesn’t waver, it’s nearly impossible. Instead, I go faster, feeling every minute sensation.
If Sergey had any restraint left to begin with, it snaps, and without warning, he holds me in place before moving into me at a pace that has me seeing stars.
The gasp he pulls from my mouth makes him grunt while he focuses on chasing after that high we both crave, switching into a primal-like state.
My grip on his shoulders tightens in an attempt to hold on while I forget all about the control I had, surrendering to the all-consuming pleasure he gives me.
It feels like all the oxygen in the room has been sucked out while Sergey guides us both closer to the edge, latching his lips to my neck while he muffles his sounds, rutting into me with reckless abandon.
His hands nearly tremble on my hip and thigh, and I expect him to give in to the feelings surrounding him, but he doesn’t. Instead, Sergey doubles his efforts while he roughly sucks at my pulse point.
My moans become breathier while the pressure mounts higher and higher within me, and my nails scrape down his back. Leaning against him, not wanting to break his rhythm, I encourage him with every sound I make.
“God, I love you,” he groans, holding me close despite his exhaustion and injuries from earlier. It all seems insignificant in comparison while he clings to me like I’m the only thing that matters. “You have no idea…”
“I love you…” I echo, burying my face in his neck while waver after wave of pure, almost agonizing bliss wrack through me. The words come out before I can even think about them, but I know I don’t need to.
They’re true, after all.
Sergey almost falls apart from that fact alone, but he doesn’t stop. He just keeps giving and giving, not allowing himself to slow.
Before I can even think about prolonging the moment, I clench around him as the coil snaps, and I can’t take any more.
His name leaves my mouth like a chant while I grip him tighter and come undone, whole body shaking with the force of my orgasm. Everything goes blank for a moment as the intensity hits me all at once, reducing me to a trembling mess.
Having accomplished what he set out to, Sergey’s thrusts falter as he relents, pulling me in while he follows closely behind. His hips jolt as he releases, grunting against my skin.
A familiar warmth enters me while he stills, making me shudder as I hang off his strong frame and try to catch my breath.
As our bodies stop moving and Sergey keeps his arms wrapped around my midsection, he presses his forehead against my shoulder and takes the time to calm down alongside me.
