His lips are on mine, his hands roaming all over me, squeezing my breasts, stroking my back, tangling in my hair to guide my head as he deepens his kiss. I feel him consume me, each stroke of his tongue reminding me I’m his, each soft moan from our lips adding to the symphony of our love.
Niko stands and carries us to the bed where he makes quick work of undressing us. He lays me out on the bed, stretched out before him. He kneels on the bed at my feet and trails his fingers over my toes, up the arch of my foot, circling my ankle, careful of the swollen bruise. He continues touching and tickling my skin, bending over to add soft kisses to the places his fingers just touched. Niko works his hands higher, claves, knees, thighs. When he gets to my center, he places a sweet kiss on top of my curls and continues moving up by body. His hands slide over the curve of my hips in reverence, and he places small kisses on my belly, nuzzling his head there. I wonder if I’m pregnant? The thought should scare me, but I find that I want it. I want everything with him.
He looks up at me and we share a moment, just staring into each other’s eyes.
“I want that too, dusha moya. We’ll make it happen, I promise.”
He returns his focus on my body, kissing a trail up my tummy, in between my breasts. His knuckles brush against my nipples and he traces the round curve of my breasts with his tongue. Niko is worshiping my body, showing me how much I am his, how much I mean to him. His hands glide down my arms and he twines his fingers in mine, bringing my arms above my head and holding them in place with one of his large hands on my wrists. He dips his head down and sucks on my collarbone before licking the curve of my neck and placing a soft kiss at my pulse point. Niko makes his way to my face, kissing up my jaw and placing sweet kisses on my temple, my forehead, my eyes, my nose. He hovers above me, inches away. We share the same breath and get lost in this moment.
Finally, Niko kisses me. It’s tender and reverent, full of promises. He reaches down and drags his throbbing cock up my slit, rubbing my juices all over him. He deepens the kiss and slowly slides into me. I can feel every vein on his beautiful shaft as he presses himself into me, keeping his slow, steady pace.
We both groan when he’s fully buried deep inside of me. He stays there for a few seconds, bowing his head so it’s resting on my chest. The hand not holding my wrist ghosts up and down the side of my body, from the curve of my hips to the side of my breast.
“This is everything. Everything. Mine. Mine. Mine,” He whispers into my chest, more to himself than to me.
Niko starts to move inside of me, pulling out at the same slow pace. I feel my walls pulse, wanting to suck him in and keep him inside of me. Once he’s fully out, he enters me again, excruciatingly slow. I need him, need his cock, need our release. But he is in control.
In and out, he never picks up speed, slowly thrusting and feeling every inch of my pussy, like he’s memorizing me from the inside out, figuring out exactly which places are sensitive, which ones make me flinch and buck and lose control.
The slow burn is killing me. I can feel the edge of the flame lick at my core, not quite there yet. His delicious torture is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. In and out, slow and steady. I wrap my legs around his hips and press him further into me so his cock hits my clit with each slow thrust.
He lets my hands go and places his arms on either side of my head. I wind my fingers in his hair and pull him down for a kiss. His tongue twists with mine in a slow dance, the same pace as his thrusts.
The flames reach my core and I’m so sensitive even though I haven’t even cum yet. He’s keeping me on the edge and it’s almost more than I can take. I grip his shoulders and try to move myself up, chasing my own release.
His hand goes to my hip to still my movements. Niko rests his forehead on mine.
“Feel this with me, love. Feel me, feel us…” he grunts and his hips buck, sending shockwaves throughout my body.
“Niko…” I whisper, not wanting to break whatever spell his body is casting over me.
He continues his slow pace, every once in a while, adding a quick hard thrust that brings me right to the edge before he slows down again and brings me back. I can feel my juices trickling out of me, down my crack and pooling on the sheets beneath me.
“Please… Please, Niko, I…”
He thrusts again, harder this time.
“Oh! Oh fuck, I’m right there, Niko, I’m…”
“Cum for me, Liza. I’ve got you. Look at me, I want to see you cum.”
With a final thrust, my orgasm takes over me. It’s slow and all-consuming, starting in my core and squeezing my muscles one by one. I swear my heart stops, I can’t take in air, as wave after wave of delicious pleasure pulses through my body. I stare into Niko’s eyes, it’s so intense, so vulnerable. I feel him swell inside of me as he empties himself deep in my womb. His jaw clenches and nostrils flare as he cums, never breaking eye contact with me. He’s shaking and panting, as am I.
Niko collapses on top of me and I relish his skin on mine, covering me, melting into me, becoming one with me, as close as we can possibly be.
“Sorry,” he mumbles as he rolls us over.
I lay on top of him, completely spent and content. I rest my cheek on his chest and throw a leg over his, tangled up in him. My arm stretches over his chest as I place my hand over his heart.
“Mine,” I whisper.
The hand he has on my back pulls me impossibly closer into him, as his other hand tucks some loose hair behind my ear. He rests the palm of his hand on my cheek as his fingers wrap around the nape of my neck.
“Mine,” he says before kissing the top of my head and nuzzling me.
Epilogue
Nikolai
Liza never went back to her mom’s trailer. She’s spent every day at my house, in my bed. We’ve been in absolute paradise for three months now, and she’s starting to show an adorable baby bump.
I never in my life thought I could be so happy. I have no idea what I did to deserve her love, but I’ll never take it for granted.
Liza is still rather accident prone, but she’s actually getting better. I think a lot of her stumbles and missteps came from an absolute lack of confidence. She spent so long being torn down by her mother and the undoubtedly long line of men her mom paraded through the trailer. It makes me sick and so fucking angry that she had to put up with that for so long. No more.
With each day, I get the absolute privilege of seeing her grow more into herself, into this beautiful, radiant queen. She’s more sure of herself, more determined, and I’m so fucking proud of her.
I finally convinced her to start taking online classes in English and writing. She confessed that she loves reading dirty romance novels, and I told her she should write some of her own. I promised to give her plenty of material for inspiration.
We had a hard talk a few weeks after she moved in. I told her about my past, about my dad, growing up on the streets, the horrible things I did. I could hardly look at her as I spilled my guts. I know I’m not good enough for her. She is pure light and everything good, and my biggest fear is tainting her, dimming her light in any way.
She knelt before me and turned my face to meet hers. She told me she loved all of me, and she was sorry I had to go through anything as horrible as what I did, but she is thankful that it somehow brought me to her. I fucking lost it and cried as she held me in her arms.