I reached a hand back and tugged his length out of his boxers.
“Are you sure you’re well rested enough?” he whispered between soft kisses to my neck.
“Definitely.”
“Good.” He tugged my night dress up my body and over my head, then pulled me back against his chest, firmly holding me in place. He went back to gently kneading my breast with one hand, this time flicking his fingers over my nipple, tugging it until it hardened. I whimpered softly and pressed my back against him.
His other hand danced over my hip and thigh, before seeking out a more sensitive spot. He kissed the back of my shoulder as his fingers reached for their target—finding my clit with ease.
I moaned at the contact and parted my thighs to give him full access. The tip of his erection rubbed against my entrance. He eased it inside me, just the head, rubbing against the front of my slick passage. His finger worked slow, deliberate circles around my clitoris.
“Hmm,” I whimpered, leaning into his touch. “More, I need more.”
“I’ll say when you can have it,” he whispered, his breath warm on my shoulder.
I whimpered again, grinding against his hand.
Aleks slid a little deeper inside me, the head of his cock pressing against my g-spot. I groaned with pleasure and arched my back, pressing my butt against him. The hand he had on my breast grasped more firmly, squeezing the soft flesh.
“Fuck, your engine is revving hard,” he said, a growl to his voice.
“Naught to sixty in two point five seconds,” I replied with a smirk.
“I can handle that.” He pulled out of me and flipped me onto my back. He spread my legs and thrust into me, driving deep and making me gasp. My back arched and he pressed a firm hand against my chest, right between my tits, pressing me back down. He grabbed one ankle with his other hand and propped it against his shoulder. He leaned forward, forcing me into a deep stretch. I gasped, then grinned up at him.
“Prove it,” I said, a little breathless. “Show me how well you can handle me.”
His eyes narrowed for a second, but then he was off, full throttle, pumping his hips hard and fast, driving his cock deep into me again and again.
My eyes widened and my whole body burned as pleasure coursed through my veins. I bucked beneath him, desperate and unyielding.
“Fuck!” I cried as my orgasm rushed up on me. It was a deep and primal climax, mainly deep behind my naval and radiating out into my hips and thighs. The cry that bubbled up from my throat was animalistic.
Aleks grabbed my other leg and hooked it on his other shoulder. He dropped down onto his hands, folding me in half.
I cried out, stretching in a whole new way. Each of his pounding thrusts was deep enough to hurt but it was sweet, sweet pain that I craved more of. The cool air that rushed between us with each outward pull was bliss. I grabbed the backs of my knees and held on for dear life as he fucked me even harder.
There in his ice-blue eyes was all the pain and anger of the last few days. I felt it in the merciless rhythm of his hips and inthe tightness of his jaw. But I trusted him and knew it wasn’t directed at me. All I felt was intense pleasure and it couldn’t be contained in my body. I roared loud enough for all of my neighbours to hear and I didn’t care.
He pushed himself back up onto his high knees and eased off the throttle a touch, his face softening. He held my thighs, spreading my legs wide again and his gazed dropped to where our bodies joined. He watched himself fucking me, which I found fucking hot. His fingers found their way back to the hard bundle of nerves between my labia again and he rubbed swiftly over it as his thrusts picked up pace again.
My breath hitched, my back arched, and my eyes flickered closed.
“Fuck, yes!” I gasped. My climax soared and I saw myself on a race track straight, hurtling towards the horizon. It was hard to draw breath. My body writhed, my legs went into spasm.
“That’s it, gorgeous. Come hard for me.”
I barely registered his words. I was deep in my orgasm. Another primal, guttural cry burst from my throat and dark spots appeared in front of my eyes.
“Jesus Fucking Christ!” The words tore from my lips as my body convulsed hard. The clitoral stimulation taking me to a whole new level. It was like being on the best drug available to man. I was flying.
My hands slammed into the bed and gathered the duvet in my tight fists.
Aleks made a strange sound in his throat and my eyes fluttered open to look at him. His eyes rolled back in his head, his hips jerked hard and his cock swelled inside me as he came. He pumped hard, filling me with his release. His hands gripped my thighs hard, pinching the muscles with aching need.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he slowed. He lowered himself gingerly onto his hands and then down onto his elbows, laying himself heavily on top of me and kissing me tenderly.
“Are you all right?” he asked, his voice thick.
