“Fuck, baby girl, you feel so incredible. So goddamn sexy.” I grip her tighter, knowing I’ll leave marks on her skin. I sit up, keeping her on my lap, and take her mouth in a fierce kiss. She moans at the new angle, hitting her deeper than before.
Liza bounces on top of me and I squeeze her ass, grinding her pussy into my cock. She tenses up, her body preparing for another orgasm. I’m right there with her.
“Ah… ah, yes, shit, Niko, god, yes, I’m coming, I’m…”
“That’s it, fuck, I’ve got you, Liza, cum for me again.”
I hold her in place and fuck up into her setting a relentless pace. She throws her head back as her body winds up tight, and then her head falls forward into my shoulder as she bites down on my skin, her sweet cunt convulsing and gushing at the moment I explode inside of her.
“Jesus fucking Christ, baby, yes, Liza, god, yes…” growl as I shoot my cum deep inside of her pussy.
She collapses on top of me, completely spent after her fifth orgasm. Liza is asleep within seconds and I have to chuckle. I love knowing I fucked her so good she was drained of all of her energy. My little dusha moya has quite the stamina, but I like knowing I wore her out.
I reluctantly roll us over and pull out of her. She hardly stirs as she curls up at my side. I stroke her back for a few minutes before getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom. After cleaning up, I go back to her with a warm washcloth and gently lift her leg up to clean her swollen, undoubtedly sore pussy.
Liza stirs a little, not opening her eyes. “Wha…t?” she draws out, clearly still half asleep.
“Shh, go back to sleep, love.” She nods her head and curls up again. I take a minute to observe her perfect body, her creamy skin scattered with freckles, her soft facial features framed with her now wild and messy hair. After tossing the washcloth in the laundry bin, I crawl in next to her and pull the covers up over us. I spoon myself around her, covering her small body with my large one. Pulling her closer into my chest, I feel her snuggling further into me. We fit so perfectly. I drift off with dreams of our future together. I place my hand on her soft tummy, lightly caressing her, hoping she’s already growing our first kid inside of her right now.
Chapter 5
Liza
I wake up and feel deliciously sore. My muscles ache like I ran a marathon, and I kind of did in a way. Thinking back to last night sends a shiver down my spine, straight to my sore lady parts. I thought for sure I’d be clumsy and awkward, not knowing what to do or how to please Niko, but he made me feel so beautiful, so wanted, and like I was the perfect fit for him.
God, just thinking about the things we did, the things we said, makes me vibrate with the need to touch him. I roll over, but he’s not here. Panic washes over me.
Did he leave me again? Maybe I really was terrible in bed and he faked it the whole time.
Utterly embarrassed, I gather my clothes and run my fingers through my hair before throwing it up in a messy bun. I swing open the door and crash right into Niko, who promptly drops a tray full of breakfast food and coffee.
Great. Way to ruin the moment with my clumsiness.
I bend down to start cleaning up my mess, but Niko stops me.
“What are you doing, dusha moya?”
“I’m so sorry, Niko, I’ll clean it up.”
I try to push back the emotions that are threatening to take over my mind and leak out of my eyes. I was so embarrassed that he left again, I felt so stupid, like he just used me for sex and that I trusted him for so much more. And then he came in to bring me breakfast in bed and I ruined it, like I ruin everything. Guilt creeps up that I doubted him when all he was trying to do was be nice to me. I’m sure he’ll see now that I’m not just accident prone, I’m a fucking wrecking ball and I’m just too much. Like my mom said, she had to put up with me, but no one else will.
Niko steps over the mess of broken plates and coffee spills so he’s kneeling beside me. He takes my hand that’s collecting the broken plates and wraps his fingers around my wrist to stop my motion.
“Liza, love, look at me.”
I can’t. I try to pick up more pieces with my left hand, but he grabs that one too.
“Stop.”
I don’t want to, but my body responds to his command, almost without my permission. I look up at him and see nothing but love and concern in his whiskey eyes.
“I’m sorry, Niko. Just let me clean up and then I’ll go.”
“No,” he growls, his face turning fierce.
His harsh tone is all it takes for the floodgates to open. Tears roll down my cheeks and a sob escapes my throat. Before I know what’s happening, I’m in Niko’s lap. He’s cradling me and rocking me back and forth, stroking my hair and kissing the top of my head.
“Don’t cry, dusha moya, please don’t cry. I love you, I love you,” he says over and over into the top of my head.
I can’t help but relax in his warm embrace, so confused at my own reactions and emotions. When my breathing evens out, Niko pulls me away from his chest so he can look me in the eyes.
“What happened, love? What’s going on in your head? I can feel the turmoil inside of you. Let me help, Liza. Let me in.”
God, this man is perfect. I don’t deserve him.
“I… I thought you left.” Pain and shame flash across his eyes, no doubt chastising himself for ever planting that seed of doubt in me. “And I was so humiliated. I thought…” I can’t look at him, so I dip my head down to look at my lap. “I thought maybe I was… I don’t know. Maybe you didn’t like what we did last night. It was my first time and I didn’t know what I was doing and it was so good for me but maybe not for you…”
He cuts me off by taking my mouth in his. There’s no build up, just all passion and heat from the very beginning. His tongue plunges into my mouth, tasting every inch of me like he owns me. He does. I feel his tongue stroke the sensitive roof of my mouth and I moan at the sensation, breaking the kiss. He nuzzles my neck and tightens his arms around me like I might bolt at any minute. Finally, he looks up at me.
“Liza…” he starts, but then trails off. I can tell he’s trying to find the right words. “When we are together, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced. It’s not just physical with you, although that part is overwhelmingly incredible. When I’m deep inside of you, it’s not just our bodies connecting, it’s our minds, our very souls. I’m bound to you, forever. It’s like I want to feel all of you, all at once. I want to lick and suck and touch and fuck, but I also want to crawl inside of you and figure out how you operate, what you think about, what you feel. I want to know how you hurt so I can fix it like you’re already fixing me. You’re everything to me, my whole fucking world. I’m so sorry I made you doubt that, even for a second. You’re mine, Liza. Mine. When I say you are my heart and soul, it’s not just a pet name. I’m declaring the absolute truth. I am nothing without you. If you walk away from me, you will be taking my very essence, my reason to breathe. I love you, but love doesn’t even feel like an adequate word. I…”
I rest my forehead on his, both of us crying now. Taking his face in my hands, I wipe away his tears. “I feel it, too, Niko. I feel you.” I tell him the words he spoke to me yesterday in the diner. “I just freaked out, I’m sorry. I’ve never meant anything to anyone and this, what we have is intense. But I want it. I want you with everything I have. My body cries out for you, my soul aches when you’re not around. I know it’s crazy but I feel like you’re a part of me, like being separated from you would be tearing myself in half. I need you more than my next breath, but I don’t know how to do this. Show me, Niko. Show me how to be yours.”