I hold my breath, anticipating his next move.
He finds my eyes. “Moya krasivaya.I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get over you.”
I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean exactly, but it shifts something inside of me that only makes me want him more.
Reaching between our bodies, I find his cock and wrap my hand around it.
He chokes a groan.
I feel it twitch in my hands.
“You’re so hard.” The words escape my lips as a sensual whisper.
“Tends to happen when you’re around.”
A smile begins to form in the corner of my mouth. “Well… what are you going to do about it, mister?”
“How about…?” His hand, still stationary at the top of my pussy, inches down a little to find my clit. I cry, not expecting the sensation to whoosh through me like an electric current.
But that’s Nikolai Rogov for you.
“Mine,” he growls, scooping up some of my wetness with his finger. “You belong to me,lapochka.” The words send a series of electric currents through me. His finger leaves my folds and he sticks it up between us, my wetness highlighted in the dim light of the room. Then, he pops it into his mouth, whilst maintaining eye contact.
Seeing him taste my own arousal somehow makes me even hotter for him. I drink him in. He’s the most attractive man I have ever laid eyes on. I won’t admit it aloud, but I feel intimidated by him. His high brow bone, his impressive cheekbones, now popping even more as he focuses all of his attention on me. Not to mention his eyes. Forget the weapons. Those things kill by themselves.
My daughter is going to be one lucky girl, inheriting the genes of a powerful Russian demigod.
“I see that you’ve been helping yourself to the pineapple juice in the fridge,” he murmurs.
“The baby is making me more thirsty than usual.” I tease.
“And the sparking water isn’t enough?” He darkens his expression, backing away slightly to look into my eyes. “You don’t need pineapple juice to taste like heaven.”
I have butterflies in my stomach. His words alone have the capacity to reshuffle my organs.
I clamp my hand around his dick tighter, causing him to groan. “Are we going to talk, or get down to business?”
He smirks. “Whatever you say,lapochka.”
He takes his cock from my hands and shifts his position, lining himself up with my entrance. We both watch as he slips it in, my center accommodating his size instantly. We gasp in unison, suddenly aware of how much we’ve been craving to be together today.
In moments like this, it feels like we’re no longer two separate entities. Connecting with him brings us both into a kind of mutual understanding. We have done this enough times now to understand each other’s bodies without words. I know what he needs. This isn’t something quick this time. It’s deep, slow sex.
I arch my back and part around him, welcoming all of his incredible length. “Khoroshaya devochka. Good girl,” he mumbles, pushing his dick as far into me as he can, burying me to the hilt.
I can practically feel him in my stomach as he rearranges my insides. Under any other circumstance, I’m sure this would hurt like hell, but with him, it feels amazing. Being as close to him as physically possible feels like the ultimate goal.
He thrusts in and out of me slowly, catching my eyes to deepen the connection. We don’t need to speak when we’re in each other’s bodies—words seem insufficient in moments like this.
Nikolai changes his position, thrusting into me from a diagonal angle, knowing the location of my sweet spot like the back of his hand. His dick plunges straight into an area of sensitivity, causing me to release a series of sharp cries.
Arousal triples, fizzling all over my body like a chemical reaction. I moan. Squirm. Press my hips into his to get even more of him inside.
“You’re trembling,” he states between ragged breaths.
“I… am... fuck,” are the three words my vocabulary has been reduced to.
“I know,krasivaya.” After several more thrusts, he opens his mouth again. “Do you trust me?”
