Page 58 of Night So Silent
I jerk my head up to the unexpected sound of my name in his baritone voice and meet his icy gaze staring down at me with an intensity that leaves me somewhere between panic and obsession. His lips begin to move, but there’s only silence.
I love you.
As soon as he mouths the words, I’m finished, like a lightning strike all the way down to my toes.
“I’m gonna—oh, god!”
My nails clawing at his shoulders, I let out a cry, gasping for air as I come while he thrusts fast and hard.
“Ask me,” Sergei rasps, “beg me to fill you.”
Is he seriously going to come on command?
“Please!” I whimper, nodding my head frenetically, savoring my muscles contracting uncontrollably. “I need it! I needyou!”
At the last word, he clenches my ass in his palm and I feel the tension hit a fever pitch. I let my legs fall open wider, my eyes welling with ecstasy while he pulses against my cervix. It’s so good.So…fucking…good.
Soon, his hips slow to steady, lilting movements, and he lets his head fall forward, gazing down at me with satisfaction. And, all the while, his lips mouth the same silent mantra.
I love you…I love you…I love you…
Still clinging to him, I feel myself mirror his call with the same words. Silent promises that have been here from the beginning, hiding in plain sight.
Sergei takes a step back and slowly sinks down onto the bed again, still holding me on his lap. With muscles still trembling, I raise up onto my knees and reach down, taking his shaft and guiding him out of me. Then he watches in silence as I scoot off his knees and onto the floor between his thighs.
God damn, he’s beautiful.
His skin below his navel glistens with the slick remnants of his cum that ran out of me as soon as I dismounted. I take his half hard cock and stroke his length, tilting it to the side as I dip down and start running my tongue along his pelvis, licking our release off of him. I don’t bother covering up the wet sounds and heavy breaths as I move over his body, drinking him up like water in a desert. And maybe I was in a desert. Maybe he’s the oasis I was searching for all this time.
Sergei rolls his head across his shoulders, letting out a deep moan while muttering something in Russian.
“You know,” I say between swallows, “it’s starting to sound like you’re talking about me behind my back.” I trail my tongue from the base of his cock up to his navel, holding his eyes the entire time. “It’s very rude,” I whisper.
One corner of his mouth curls as he gazes down at me. “I said your love is dangerous,” he replies. “So vast and deep that I could lose myself in it.”
“You’re used to being in control, aren’t you?” I ask, bringing his tip to the edge of my lips.
His silence confirms my assumption.
“I understand why.” I flick the underside of his tip with my tongue and then close my mouth over it, sucking hard.
Sergei runs his fingers through my hair at the base of my skull, cursing under his breath as I take him deeper, licking him clean. “Does it scare you?” he breathes. “Is that what’s making you run?”
There’s a needling in my core like static electricity, making me wet for him all over again.
“No. I love it, Sergei,” I moan, running my lips along the side of his cock, solid and at attention once again. “I don’t want you to stop,” I plead. “I want you to fuck me and love me for the rest of the night.”
Before he can respond, I close my mouth over his tip again and take him all the way in. He hits the back of my throat and, still, I try to take him deeper as he clenches and massages my scalp. Finally, he gently pulls out of my mouth and lifts me up off the floor. My hair still in his fist, he guides me onto the bed and down onto my back. Pinned by the back of my head and incapacitated, he sinks down on top of me, the desperation gone and replaced with storm clouds behind his ocean eyes.
Gently, he stretches his massive hand over my mouth, engulfing my entire jaw. He adjusts his hips between my thighs and I feel his cock sweep over my clit as he positions it at my entrance. Whimpering behind his hand, I fidget uncontrollably, trying to draw him in. He glances down at my body trembling beneath him and then he lowers his voice to nearly a whisper.
“Look at me.”
I try to focus on his eyes while my chest heaves beneath his weight.
“I’ll do everything for you,” he rumbles. “Listen to you…protect you…want you…fuck you…”
He pauses, and then the corner of his mouth twitches with amusement. His lips begin to move, but there’s once again only silence.
