He lets out a chuckle. “Hard?” His thumb drifts across my lips, his gaze following the movement. “You’re naked and touching me. That’s how.”
“Oh, God,” I gasp when he deepens his strokes, the sensation stealing the air from my lungs.
His mouth comes down on mine, kissing me with an unhurried intensity, drawing it out as though he plans to savor every second of it. His tongue slides against mine as I kiss him back, doing my best to keep up, hoping he can’t tell how little experience I actually have. I try to act like I know what I’m doing, like I’m not some hopeless twentysomething who should probably be better at this by now.
But he doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, the opposite happens. The kiss deepens, his mouth moving over mine with more hunger before his lips drift lower, brushing along my neck as his tongue grazes the sensitive pulse beneath my skin.
His eyes land back on mine as he rises to full height and drags my hips closer until my ass is hanging off the bench. Throwing both legs over his shoulders, he starts to ease inside me inch by inch, stretching me, fitting just right. When he edges in another inch, my eyes roll back, and that’s when it hits me.
He isn’t wearing a condom.
What the hell have I just done? I mean, I’ve been on the pill for years, but still…
“Wait.”
His brows draw instantly. “What’s wrong?”
“Shouldn’t you be wearing a condom?”
A low chuckle rumbles in his chest. “There are a lot of things I should be doing.” He presses in another inch. “But when it comes to you, I tend to make all the wrong decisions.” He thrust even deeper. “If you’re worried, I haven’t been with another woman in over a year. And the idea of you being pregnant…” His mouth curves faintly. “That doesn’t scare me nearly as much as it probably should.”
Before I can even process what he just said, he drives into me hard enough to freeze the air in my lungs.
“Oh God,” I whimper, my eyes falling shut as the force of it sweeps through me, so overwhelming and so right that I can barely hold on to a single thought.
Even the idea of having his baby doesn’t seem frightening in this moment, only dangerously tempting. I can’t tell whether it’s the lust talking or some irrational part of me that already feels tied to him in ways I don’t fully understand.
“Umnichka.” He pounds into me without mercy. “Take it all.”
My mouth falls open, a cry catching in my throat as he takes me with a relentless rhythm, driving his hips forward while my body tightens helplessly around him. His hand slips between us as he rubs my clit, sending another rush of sensation through me while he whispers dirty words against my ear.
“That’s my good girl. Come on my dick. Make a mess.”
The pressure builds until it consumes me completely, until it’s almost too much to bear. His other hand curls around my throat, tightening as he drives into me with a punishingintensity, his body hungry for mine, heat burning in every look he gives me.
He moves like he understands my body instinctively, like he knows exactly what I need before I do. And the harder he thrusts, the louder my cries become, spilling out of me without restraint.
“Kirill…”
My toes curl as the pressure builds higher, and when he rolls my clit just right, the orgasm crashes through me all at once. My eyes snap shut, my body clinging to him as the rush rolls through me, leaving me shuddering and breathless.
Instead of stopping, his rhythm grows stronger, fingers still rubbing me until the sensation becomes almost overwhelming again.
“Give me one more. I want to watch you squirt again.”
“What? I-I did that?”
He chuckles. “And you’ll do it again. Now show me what else I can make you do.”
The feeling of him, all thick and hard, makes my head spin, the heat between us pulling me deeper the longer his gaze holds mine. Every second draws me further in—into this moment, into him, into the dangerous thought that I could want everything with this man.
It’s more than I ever imagined it would be. And right now, I’d confess every one of my sins if it meant I could keep him.
He lifts my foot and presses a kiss to it, drawing my toes into his mouth while he keeps working me until the need builds all over again.
The deeper he slams inside me, the harder it becomes not to lose myself completely. His body lowers over mine as his movements grow rougher, more insistent, his mouth crashing into mine in a fevered kiss that sends heat racing through every part of me.
Another release crashes over me and I cry out, desperate for it all. He follows right after with a grunt, his body tightening as he comes inside me. And the warmth of his release, the way our bodies give in at the same time, feels like more than just sex. It’s something addictive, something I already know I won’t want to walk away from.
