Hmm. An idea pops into my head, and I glide a finger down his arm.
It’s like he has a direct connection with my brain because his hand grips the wheel harder, his chest vibrating.
“Dangerous game, baby girl.”
I lick my lips, ecstatic to affect him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I play coy.
There’s no excuse for my behavior. I just love driving him wild.
His mouth curves into a knowing smirk as I brush my finger down his chest and palm his cock. “So hard.”
“You just have to fucking breathe in my presence and I get hard,” he says seriously. “I will never jeopardize your safety. Whatever you’re thinking can wait until we get home.”
The gates open before my eyes, and I breathe a sigh of relief. By the time he parks, I stumble out of the car, intoxicated. But he’s faster, catching me and lifting me off the ground.
“I have to have you right fucking now.”
“Take me.” I urge him, tugging at the ends of his hair as I wrap my arms and legs around his thick neck and trimmed waist.
Hopefully, our exhibitionist desire will fade. It would mortify me if someone saw me in the act. Fantasy is one thing, but reality is something else entirely.
He climbs up the stairs two at a time, but doesn’t stop kissing me, his body rippling with ferocious lust.
We don’t make it to bed. Inside the bedroom, he backs me against the wall by the door, rips my thong and is inside of mein one go. The groan he lets out is feral. The moan I let out is desperate.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me?” Thrust. “I can’t get enough.” A harder thrust. “The more I have you, the more I want you.”
A succession of quick thrusts follows, leaving me gasping for air, until he switches to slow, passionate ones—the alternating rhythm a testament to our love, erratic and desperately passionate.
“Never stop loving me like you can’t breathe without me,” I moan, clawing my nails down his back.
Eyes locked, he slams his mouth on mine, pouring his soul into mine.
“Never,zhizn moya.”
We come together in sheer bliss.
My brain swims in a cocktail of endorphins that I doubt I will ever come down from this ultimate high.
Burying his head in my neck, he breathes me in, nibbling along my neck. “You’ve turned me into a madman.”
I caress down his back, nibbling along his jaw. “You’re my madman.”
“Only yours. Only fucking yours.”
He places me down gently. My legs shake, threatening to give out on me, but he holds me by my waist, supporting me until he’s sure I won’t lose my balance. I don’t care, knowing he’s here to catch me.
“I’m so happy, Mika. I am terrified it won’t last.” I look up at him, suddenly emotional.
He grips my chin, brushing his thumb along my jaw. That gesture instantly soothes me.
“Please, don’t be terrified. I can take any fucking thing but that.”
I nod, smiling softly, feeling his love threading through the fabric of my being.
Inside the bathroom, he undresses me, and we slip into the shower where he gently cleanses me.
