I know I did.
I wanted this moment to go on forever. Us, together. No one to come between us, no one to force responsibilities down our throats.
Just me and Katya.
Katya and I.
Fuck this was perfect.
“Why did it take us so long, Nik?” Katya asked the question, her voice a breathy sigh.
“If I could rewind time…” I let the thought trail away. Because we couldn’t rewind time. We only had now. These moments. On this boat.
And like the boat, our passion was also stolen.
Her pussy tightened around me, gripping my dick like a vice and squeezing it and I called out, gasping as pleasure filled my veins.
Tilting back up, supporting myself with hands on either side of Katya’s head, I began to move faster again. We needed to finish this, to prove that we’d made the choice to be together, to seal the deal between us.
I wondered if she had the same idea in her head.
That this was more than just sex. Much more than just giving into our baser needs and longing for each other. Something that I now realized we had been denying ourselves for too long.
Far too fucking long.
What a goddamn waste of our lives.
Each movement of my hips was a signature on a written promise tattooed across my heart.
To want her.
To need her.
To be there for her.
Anytime. Anywhere. Against motherfucking anyone.
Even when she married that piece of shit Viktor, I would be in the shadows. When he could not pleasure her body, or her soul, she’d know she could call upon me.
And I’d come running.
Ready to satisfy her heart and her body, ready to fill her cup with whatever she needed.
I was pathetic.
I was lost.
I’m yours,I thought.
My dick slammed into her.
Did you know that?
I pulled out again, almost all the way, almost until my tip no longer parted her delicate folds.
I’m fucking yours, Katya, for better or worse.
I pushed back in, hard and deep, her body pressing forward to greet me and she grunted upon impact.
