And now, he is here, and he is kissing me. He pushes the door shut behind him, pulling me into his arms, sliding his hand down my body to cup my ass through my panties. I moan against his lips, my back arching against him almost involuntarily. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I know that I want him, know that he could ask me for just about anything right now and I would do it.
“You know how long I’ve been waiting to kiss you?” he growls against my lips, grabbing my ass and pulling me against him. I can feel that he’s already hard, his cock straining at his pants with an aching want that makes me shiver.
“I’ve never stopped thinking about that night,” he continues, kissing along my jaw, my neck, letting his lips brush over my ear as he cups my chin. “How fucking hot you looked with my cock inside of you. And I bet you never stopped thinking about it either, did you?”
I whimper in response, and he draws my face around to his, giving me no choice but to look into his eyes.
“Did you?” He grits the words out this time, making it clear that he expects a response. I nod helplessly, and he kisses me again, his tongue snaking deep into my mouth.
I wrap my arms around him, and he lets me hold him there for a moment, but then, he guides his hands to my waist, and starts to pull me downwards.
“On your knees,” he rasps at me, as he unzips his pants, taking his cock into his hand. My heart is thumping as I do what I’m told, like I’m under some kind of spell. But, as he springs free from his pants, my gaze flicks to his cock, where I can see a drop of pre-cum glistening on his tip. My lips part without thinking, and he smirks as he guides himself forward, placing his head against my mouth.
“See? Already got your mouth open for me,” he murmurs, as he gently brings his hand to the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair. I flick my tongue against the tip of his cock, tasting him, and seal my lips around him.
“Look up at me.”
I lift my gaze upward, and he groans, bucking his hips forward slightly so that he can push himself deeper into my mouth. I don’t take my eyes off of him, drinking in the sight of him likethat, so completely and utterly lost to everything I’m doing to him.
I swirl my tongue around his head, and my mind flashes a memory of the way he looked at me through that mask, in the mirror, back when we were in that hotel room—the way the world seemed to narrow down to his gaze, branding itself so deep into my brain I should have known then I would never be able to shake it.
He continues to run his fingers through my hair as I go down on him, and he feeds inch after inch of his cock into my mouth, taking his time, but making sure that I take his entire length. It’s a struggle at first, but he murmurs his encouragement, those rough tones enough to convince me to push myself past my lips.
“That’s it, Cara. Fuck, you look so pretty with your lips around my cock like that...”
I can feel his cock starting to throb between my lips, a sure sign that he is getting close, but before he can, he pulls back and gestures for me to get to my feet. I’m still a little shaky as I rise up, and he slips an arm around my waist, backing me towards the bed.
“Sit. Here, at the edge.”
I follow his commands again, gazing up at him, as I bring myself to the very edge of the bed. It brings me almost to his waist level when I’m on the edge. He pauses for a moment, stepping back, his cock in his hand as he surveys me.
“Take your panties off.”
He doesn’t make any effort to look away as I slip my panties down my legs, letting his gaze trail all the way up my thighs andto my exposed pussy before I can drop them on the ground. I go to close my legs on instinct, but he steps forward, pushing his knee between them so that I cannot close them yet.
“Legs open.”
My thighs part a little further, and he guides himself to my slit; he grabs the bottom of my shirt, and pulls it up enough so that he can see what he is doing, bunching it in a hand that he lays flat against my belly. I lift myself up so I can watch him, gasping as I feel him nudge against my entrance for the first time in five years.
“Tell me what you want.” He stops dead, and I gasp as I look up at him, my mind so scrambled with desire I can barely believe that he would hold back on me right now. But, as he stands there, his saliva-slicked cock pressed against me, I can tell that he’s not going to give me what I need so badly unless I ask him for it—unless I beg him for it.
“I want to feel you inside of me...”
He sinks another inch into me, and I groan. He presses a little harder on my mound, sending a throbbing well of pleasure through my lower body. “More.”
“I want... I want you to fuck me...”
Another inch. I reach up to claw at his back, begging him, pleading him with everything I have to just give me a little more. But he stills again.
“Please, Alexei...”
And his name seems to be all he needs to hear, as he finally begins to move inside me. He wraps his other arm around me and pulls me against him so he can drive up and into me,filling me with every stroke. I press my face into his shoulder to keep from crying out, the pressure building in every part of me, growing so quickly I hardly know how to control it.
“That’s it,” he growls in my ear, biting my lobe between his teeth lightly. The pleasure’s so intense through my body that it doesn’t even register as pain, just as this new sensation I can’t get enough of.
“You feel as good as I remember,” he continues, as he slows, taking his time, pulling back and letting his lips graze against mine for a moment. I catch the back of his head and pull him onto me, desperate to taste him, to feel his tongue against mine as he moves inside me. I can feel him grinning into the kiss, and I’m sure I’m making it all too obvious just how much I want this, but right now, it is hard to care.
“Fuck,” he groans against my mouth, and he picks up the pace again, this time going harder and faster than before. I push my face into his chest again, breathing in the scent of him, and the memories of the night we met come swirling together into the present as I rush towards my climax. I tip my head back, gasping for air, and he drags his mouth along my neck as I hook my legs around him, pulling him in deeper and deeper, until...
