Anchoring his thick shaft down, he fed the knob into my mouth, and I let out a muffled moan. His taste swilled with sweet saltiness across my tongue. Lifting my head, I took more of him, and the angle got deeper as he rose higher on his knees above me.
My hands strove to his strong thighs, and I steadied myself just by being able to touch him after so long without. I opened my mouth as wide as possible, savoring the hint of cum still clinging to his rod.
When he pulled out and let me lap along the virile length, I wet every inch of his hot, hard flesh as his sac swung heavily against my chin.
Abs tensing, he drew back. “Enough.”
He pulled my palm up and poured a pool of lube into the center.
I knew what to do, reveling in the sensation of his manly girth filling my palm just like he’d filled my pussy, my mouth, and next would fill my ass.
I slathered that meaty shaft, running my fingers around the crown and cupping his balls too.
His grunts growing deeper and harsher, he removed my hand.
His mouth met mine for a hot delving kiss then he whispered in a raw tone, “I love you, dragotsennaya printsessa.”
My breath caught in my throat as my heart knocked in my chest.
“I love you too.”
His smile became a dark thing that tempted me into my wildest fantasies when he settled himself between my legs. “I know.”
Next, he nestled a pillow beneath my hips, moving my legs up and back so I was upended and opened wide.
There was nothing else to focus on but this tall, broadly built Russian between my thighs while he slicked his lubed fingers between the cheeks of my ass.
Every so often, he’d slip a thick finger into my slit or circumnavigate my clit. All the while, he maintained a swirling motion around my tight ring. His face became harder, more intense, and perspiration trekked down his temples.
He’d opened me up before but had never actually fucked my ass. Slippery fingers inserted one by one, he circled within the tightest recess. He kept me on the cusp of arousal, and my pussy hummed every time he teased my labia.
With a loud groan, he slowly rotated his fingers out of me.
He grabbed more lube and oiled his cock again until the wet snick snick slap of his strong hand moving up and down the tumescent flesh filled the room.
At last, Arkady hovered over me. He brushed strands of hair from my face.
He made some sort of promise with his eyes that used to regard me so coldly but now fired with passion.
A promise I knew.
He’d never hurt me.
He wouldn’t leave me.
And he wouldn’t let me hurt myself.
One hand holding my legs aloft, the other levering his cock down, he circled the broad purple head around my budded hole.
The feeling was indescribable, an entirely different awakening.
I watched that thick shaft pointed downward, about to enter me, and softly cupped my breasts.
“Da. Touch yourself, beautiful.” Arkady’s gaze darted between my hands at my breasts and his cock trying to tunnel inside of me.
It took one solid push, and he breached me.
The crown of his cock notched inside, and my eyes rolled back. “Oooh . . .”
Eyes shut as sensation ricocheted through me, I listened to his labored breaths.
He inched deeper before stopping, uncapping the lube, and liberally pouring the slippery liquid over our intimate joining.
Oh god.
There was still so much more of him.
An unrecognizable sound rolled off my tongue, and I didn’t know if it was need or want or the keen, keen ache inside. The emptiness to be filled that made me sound so desperate to have him wholly.
I glanced up.
Arkady froze with his haunches flexed, chest straining, forearms tensed, mouth pulled off his teeth as he locked his eyes on his cock stretching me open.
A light flush stained his ruddy cheeks when he met my gaze.
“Looks so fucking hot, Lucia.”
I lay both hands on my belly, arching my back to shove my ass up toward him.
“You can do this. We’ve done it before.” Shifting lower, he pushed another inch of thick cock inside of me.
“Not exactly like this,” I hashed out.
He gave a rough chuckle, a forelock of black hair falling to his brow. “I can stop if you—”
“Don’t you dare.” I pulled on his lean hips, licking sweat from his throat.
My outburst spurred him on. On the next thrust, Arkady speared me—spread me—all the way, deeply, completely.
Every inch of my body claimed by this man.
All the way inside, he halted, grinding, groaning.
“You feel so fucking good,” he gnashed out.
He impaled me in the lewdest way possible, and already my pussy welled with a new outpouring of slickness.
He withdrew while I wailed, “You . . . oh you!”
“You,” he said forcefully, eyes blazing.
He was inside me, opening me, tunneling deep into virgin territory, and the claim he had over me compelled moan after moan from my mouth.
He stroked back in, slowly, so slowly heat spiked through my body, pinging between my clit and the tips of my breasts.
“Lucia . . . look at me while I take your ass.”
“Ah!” The filthy shock of his words enlivened me.
My fingers caressed down his chest then clawed at his thighs as he bent me wide and drilled me—finally—so hard I couldn’t catch my breath.
Everything bound us together—sex and love, pain and desperate passion.
I keened over and over again.
He rose higher.
He drove down harder.
He has me.
The rolling waves finally crashed over me when Arkady thrust three fingers inside my pussy at the same time he plunged his cock into me.
A pulse went through me.
My splayed sex spasmed.
My ass tightened around him.
He bucked deeper, a primal roar ripping from his chest.
Above me, he strained. Inside me, he swelled.
A fascinating array of emotions carved into his face when he came. He came so hard, volley after volley filling me with warmth and setting off another sensual spiral from inside of me.
He froze in place, buried deep, truly staking his claim until finally, after a last low groan, he dropped over me. Clasping me to him, he was a warm, welcome, solid weight on top of me.
Once his breathing settled, he kissed me for a long wonderful moment before withdrawing very carefully from my body.
He grunted in satisfaction then pulled me into his embrace.
“Arkady.” Walking my fingers up his chest, I licked his throat, tasting his salty tang.
“Mmm?” His voice rumbled.
“You made a really big mess of me.”
Angling his head down, he winked. “You started it all with the oil.”
Nevertheless, he hopped out of bed. As he wandered to the bathroom—unashamedly naked—he was a sight to behold. A sight I’d certainly never tire of.
When he returned, the view was just as good.
As always, he soothed my body, taking care of me in the aftermath of our wild lovemaking. While he was carefully cleaning me up, his eyebrow crooked high and one corner of his mouth curved up.
“What?” I asked.
“Was just going to ask if I was too rough.” Then he shrugged and managed to look entirely boyish for a moment.
I stretched luxuriously beneath his admiring gaze. “You know the answer to that.”