He grabs the back of my thigh and hikes it up so he can slide in even deeper. My eyes widen at the new sensation.
“You sure about this,pcholka?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Promise me you’ll tell me to stop if it’s too much.”
“I promise,” I tell him, hoping I can handle whatever he’s about to do. It’ll be a massive hit to my pride if I have to tap out.
He knows how stubborn I am, so he adds, “I’m serious, Sveta. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Trust me, you’ll know if I can’t handle it.”
That seems to appease him, because as much as I don’t want to back down, there’s no way I’ll be able to hide it. I’ll be too busy squirming and yelling at him to slow the fuck down. I may be stubborn, but I’m not a masochist.
Vitya gives me a grin that promises all sorts of deliciously wicked things and brings his mouth to mine. “Better hold on, sweetheart.”
I have just enough time to wrap my arms around his neck before he picks up the pace.
Jesus Christ.
I knew he was holding back, but I hadn’t realized how much. My breasts bounce with each hard thrust, and when he cups one of them in his large hand and pinches my nipple while keeping up the same brutal pace, I nearly scream his name before I remember to clamp my mouth shut at the last second.
“No screaming, sweetheart,” he reminds me with a soft laugh. “Wouldn’t want to wake everyone up.”
His lips graze mine before he takes them in a hungry kiss, and as soon as I run my tongue over his, it’s like the dam breaks. He gives a deep, masculine groan and cups the back of my head, keeping me as close to him as he can manage. The kiss is fierce and hungry, and the way he’s invading all my senses is overpowering in the best possible way. All I can feel is him—his hands fisting my hair and roaming over my body, his mouth on mine, stealing my breath in a kiss that I never want to end, and the thick cock that’s spreading me wide in a relentless rhythm that has me clutching him even tighter as a spark ignites deep within my core. He makes my body come alive in ways I hadn’t thought possible.
“Vitya,” I gasp, feeling the orgasm start to take hold.
“That’s my good girl,” he growls against my lips. “Come around my cock, sweetheart.”
When he feels me start to come, he groans and cups my face, resting his forehead on mine.
“So goddamn tight.” His voice is strained and I know he’s barely hanging on.
“Come with me,” I beg. “Please, Vitya.”
“Fuck,” he growls, thrusting into me even harder. His movements border on violent, but he cups my face so goddamn gently and whispers that he loves me right before he lets go. I feel him pulse inside me as I cling to him, still riding the high from my own orgasm. Everything elsedisappears until all that’s left is the two of us. I’ve never felt so connected to anyone, so completely loved and at peace.
Running my hand through his hair, I kiss him and tighten my legs around his waist, never wanting him to leave the warmth of my body. The slight weight of his necklace rests on my chest, and I feel the rapid beat of his heart against my breast.
When he pulls back, there’s a smile on his face and so much love in his blue eyes. I run my fingers over his stubbled cheeks, memorizing every second of this moment.
“Don’t leave,” I tell him.
He raises a brow at me, so I add, “I want to stay like this. Is that okay?”
Resting his forearms on either side of my head, he looks down at me and kisses the tip of my nose. “I never want to leave your body, Sveta. I’d stay like this forever if I could.” His eyes search mine when he asks, “Was I too rough?”
I smile up at him. “No. I think I’m going to be really sore tomorrow, but, god, was it worth it.”
He gives a soft laugh and kisses me gently. “I’m glad I didn’t disappoint.”
“You definitely didn’t disappoint.” I can’t help but ask, “Did I?”
“Disappoint?”
“Yeah,” I whisper, suddenly feeling insecure and unsure of myself. I mean, I’ve never done this. I could’ve been downright awful without knowing it. Embarrassment heats my cheeks while he stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. I look to the side, unable to meet his gaze.