“I’m going to marry you,” he said. “Once I learn how to propose. And be a husband.”
I laughed because you weren’t supposed to voice that. And because he didn’t ask, he told. And because it made me very seriously think that I’ll be someone’s wife, and it was a strange idea after spending my life as not-someone’s-wife. And because I’d behiswife. And because I needed to learn how to be a wife, too.
And because the situation we were in shouldn’t have been romantic.
I sighed, then shifted and dropped the blanket, swinging myleg around to straddle him. A raw honesty reflected in the surprise of his expression.
I can’t say it was easy, because it wasn’t. Every bit of my body fought me, a prey-like instinct to dash knocked at the back of my mind. But neither won out over my heart.
His arms twitched, but he forced them to his sides. A mercy, because it took me another long minute to take his face in my hands and kiss him. At first, he did not kiss me back, but gradually warmed up to my movements.
My back arched, body remembering the eagerness to press my chest against his, to touch his skin—to touch him. When he wrapped his arms around me, the touch was light. Tender, patient. Whether it was with me, or himself, it didn’t matter. We both needed it at that time.
The kiss was slow and precious—a new memory of the evening being built second by second, and we were careful in its craft. He stroked every muscle of my back, counted my ribs with the tips of his fingers, and felt down the line of my spine. Warm hands pulled me closer in a way only passion born of pain ever could.
My hips ground into him, and his rose to meet me, until it wasn’t enough. His touch slid to my thighs and pulled me down harder, manipulating my body against him. It was obvious when Vitali did not know what to do. He was a quick learner, but he had to learn. Being gentle with me right then wasn’t something he knew. But he was trying, and this time, the enormity of him and the strength of his grip were my protection against the emptiness of the world.
We didn’t tear away from each other when I lifted myself and tugged at his pants. He pushed them clumsily over his thighs withoutletting go of my lower back.
“All the way off,” I whispered. “I’m not going to be the only one naked.”
His cock pressed against my stomach, the hot flesh so close to the wet heat between my legs that it made it hard to breathe. I rolled my hips just to feel it press against my sex, and he groaned.
“I need to hear you say you want this,” he said quietly. “It doesn’t count if you don’t say it.”
“I want this.”
His hands slid under, lifting me up as he spread me.
“Put your arms around my neck,” Vitali whispered against my skin. “Brace your body.”
My core tightened, and I gasped before he was inside; the head pressing against me was the edge of a cliff, and once I fell, I’d keep falling. But he didn’t let me come down hard, instead holding me gently against his chest. Gradually stilling my fears.
I had never been aware like this; my entire being honed in on the head of his cock, slowly pushing in and out. Excruciating moments passed, and I wanted to preserve them, but my body begged to feel more of him inside.
I flexed, encouraging him, but his movements were careful, and he would only go a little deeper each time. The dull, intimidating pain mixed with a warm, back-arching shiver, but it did not make it easier to take his size. I quickly realized the delusion of going harder.
“Never, ever stop making that sound for me,” he said heavily against the hollow of my throat. It was only then that I realized I’d been letting out shallow moans.
He kissed my neck, my collarbones, my breasts.
I leaned my head against his, willing my body to relax, and let him slide me up and down his shaft, slickened by each other’swant.
Sweat beaded on his brow, and his thighs trembled beneath me as his muscles fell further into rock-hard tension with every thrust.
He shifted again—a partial retreat followed by a much deeper, unmindful re-entry.
A sharp pain shot through me, and I bit down the scream, knees shaking. He took the reaction for something else and pressed his lips hard against my neck, pulling my hair lightly to expose it further.
“I want you to cum,” I gasped, teeth grinding, “please, Vitali, this is too much.”
“Katya…”
“Please?”
His forehead pressed hard into my shoulder, breath hot and ragged against my skin. He shuddered with a series of deep tremors, and an uncontrolled, broken groan rose up in his chest as he let go, flooding my insides with sudden heat.
I moaned, my thighs trembling around him, because the intimacy of the moment tightened my throat.
