I laugh as I come back into the living room. “Up until a week ago, I was a twenty-three-year-old virgin. You think I can’t resist you?”
I get a little too close to the couch, because he reaches out again and grabs me by one of my legs, pulling me to him. I stumble and practically fall into his lap, my face nose to nose with his as I straddle him.
“Kiss me,” he says.
Fuck that voice of his. Like rolling thunder in the distance. His hands are already caressing my thighs, making promises through his fingertips. I bring my lips to his and we kiss. Passion explodes between us as his tongue dances with mine. I alternate with little nips, breathing in his air, letting it fill my body like water. I could melt right now. I could just become putty in his hands and let him do whatever dirty thing he wants to me.
No… no, I’m not going to make this that easy for him. I move my hands down to his wounded shoulder and press into him. Hegrunts, sucking air through his teeth as he pulls away from me. Seeing him grimace and take that pain… shit, it’s hot.
He reaches up my nightshirt and grips my ass hard, pulling me closer to him. His blue eyes are alight with arousal as I feel his hands gripping my panties. I take him by the wrists and slide away from him, down between his legs and to the floor.
“What do you think you’re doing, Isabella?” he says as I undo his belt, then unbutton his pants. I can already feel his massive dick through the fabric of his underwear. He’s rock hard and I’ve barely done anything to him.
“Just relax,” I tell him as I pull it out. “Let me do all the work this time.”
I run my tongue up his shaft, circling the head. He watches me as his rumbling moans vibrate the air between us. I tease him for just a little bit before putting him in my mouth, sliding the length of his dick down to the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he moans. I feel his hands in my hair as I do my best to work down to the base. I can’t quite get there. He’s so much bigger than I’m accustomed to when it comes to blowjobs.
“So,” he says in a husky tone, “this is the one thing you’re experienced in.” His hand is suddenly flat on the back of my head. “How much of me can you take, Isabella?”
He starts moving his hips, matching my rhythm and pushing himself deeper down my throat. I resist a little as he hits my gag reflex, but then he says, “Just breathe through it, love. Relax your throat… that’s it… let me in, baby.”
The more he pushes, the more I do my best to relax, letting him ease down my throat a little further with every thrust. Beforelong, my lips are touching his body and his moans are getting rougher, guttural.
“I want to fuck you so badly,” he growls. “Sucking my dick like this… you’re making me want that sweet pussy.”
His want for me is so hot. He’s trying to control his thrusts, but it just isn’t working. He’s fucking my mouth harder and harder…
I finally have to stop to keep from gagging completely. He has my head in both his hands as he leans down and kisses me again, sucking my lips and tongue, tasting himself on my breath.
“Take off those fucking panties,” he commands. I obey him, shimmying out of my panties. He takes me by the waist, grimacing from the pain in his shoulder, and lifts me up until I’m straddling him again.
He holds me while I slide down on him. The moment he’s inside me, the tip of his cock rubs against a sweet spot deep inside me. I let out an involuntary moan. It sounds gaspy and desperate. He grips my ass as he thrusts hard into me, grunting with every slap of his hips against mine. I can’t speak, I can barely breathe. Nothing comes out but little squeaks as the pain/pleasure mix pumps into my body.
He pauses long enough to grab my nightshirt and pull it apart violently. The buttons go flying to every part of the room. He starts rotating his hips, swirling his dick in and out of my soaking wet pussy as his tongue finds my nipples. He grips them both, pushing them together as he flicks them…
Then he starts sucking one, alternating by taking my nipple between his teeth and applying pressure. This new pain twists within me and I whimper, “Alexei… don’t… don’t…”
He moans against my skin and the vibration soothes the sore point of my nipples. He starts flicking with his tongue again, and a fresh wave of pleasure erupts within my from my newly sensitive nipples.
Fuck… I’d meant to take control of this. I’d meant to make him submit to me… but I’m soft and malleable in his hands. He’s holding my ass cheeks, spreading them as he lifts me up again and thrusts hard into me.
“Your ass is perfect,” he whispers. “I want to fuck it so bad. I want to make every part of you mine.”
And when he slows down, he wraps me up in his arms, turning me over and laying me down on the couch. My thighs shake against him, betraying me. I’m so fucking close right now. He holds himself up as he looks down at my body, watching my thighs shake every time he pulls out and pushes himself back inside me. I grab his forearms and he smiles. “Grip it for me,” he says. I bear down, squeezing my walls around his dick, watching his face change, eyes rolling up as he starts to thrust harder.
The warm, sweet feeling of my orgasm fills me and the next thing I know, I’m coming. It hits me hard, arching my back and making me holler with passion. He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even slow down. I try biting my lip to hold it back, but it’s no use. I’m exploding from the inside out.
“You’re so beautiful when you come for me,” he says breathlessly. I can see the flush in his skin, the sound of rising passion in his voice… He winces and with one final thrust, he moans as his warm seed fills me.
Shivering, shaking, and nearly spent, he leans down and kisses me. Still inside me, I feel him, half hard, sliding in and outslowly. “Still so tight,” he moans. “Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock.”
Before long, he starts again. I hold onto him, digging my nails into his back for whatever it’s worth. I could be here in his arms forever. Fuck everything else that got us here. This is where I want to be.
I’m notsure what time it is. The sun’s long set and Alexei and I are lying in bed together with me nuzzled up against his chest. My fingers trace the lines of his old scars in the darkness.
He’s not asleep. He runs his hands up and down my arm, his breath rising and falling in the calm of our lovemaking. In a low, soft voice, he says, “I was shot this morning.”
