I chuckle against her lips at the thought, but she grasps me tighter. I carefully wrap my other arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me.
“Is this okay?” I ask. “I mean, are you hurting at all?”
She shakes her head and grabs my shirt in her fists, deepening our kiss. It’s like she can’t get enough of me.
“Not here,” I whisper. “Not this time.”
“My bedroom is closer,” she murmurs against my lips.
Needing no more encouragement, I carefully pick her up, and she automatically wraps her legs around my waist. I can already feel the evidence of my desire growing. I can’t get us up the stairs fast enough. I also have to be mindful of her injury. I want this so much, but I don’t want to hurt her in any way.
By the time I reach the threshold of her bedroom, I’m too drunk off her kisses to pay much attention to anything. She is relentless and needy, panting and mewling with every movement.
“How do you want to do this?” I ask her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She lets go of me and I carefully set her down. She takes a step back and I worry for a moment that she’s changed her mind. But her eyes are dark and heavy-lidded. She speaks in a raspy voice.
“Take off your clothes. I want to see exactly how hairy a Kovalev man is.”
I laugh heartily and begin a slow striptease for her as she positions herself gingerly on the bed. Her breathing is stilllabored, but I’m not sure if that’s from the kissing or the rib pain. In the meantime, I slowly unbutton my shirt, relishing in the way she bites her lip and eye-fucks me.
As my hands move down to my belt, she shakes her head.
“I want to do that,” she says. “Come here.”
I walk over to the bed and hiss as she frees me from my boxers. She strokes my length, staring at it with hungry eyes.
“I didn’t fully take the time to appreciate this,” she says hoarsely, looking up at me with a dangerous expression.
I nearly collapse when she takes the head into her mouth. That’s not what she wants, though.
“I just wanted a taste.” She giggles. “What I need is you inside of me. Sit down.”
I follow her command willingly, waiting with saintly patience as she maneuvers herself on top of me. I carefully grab her waist, steadying her. She holds onto my shoulders for support. I help her remove her shirt, and try not to wince at the sight of her bruise. Apart from that, her body is an exquisite masterpiece.
“Do you like what you see?” she asks, forcing my head up to look at her. I nod solemnly.
She kisses me again as I work her pants down. It’s a bit of an awkward dance, but it gives me the opportunity to squeeze her ass and run my hands down her perfect thighs.
“You’re gorgeous,” I breathe against her lips.
She kisses me harder, positioning herself on top of me before sliding down my length. We both take a moment to breathe, to adjust, to feel the magic of the moment. I don’t push her, eventhough I desperately want to give her every inch of me. She has to set the pace. She has to control this.
She winces a little, whether it’s from my size or her cracked rib. I’m not sure, but I give her a moment. Her forehead rests against mine and I wait with supernatural patience.
“We can stop if this is too much,” I tell her, though it’s the last thing I want. “We don’t have to do this.”
She shakes her head. “I think we just need to go really slowly and it’ll be okay,” she whispers. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I smile, kissing her softly. “I can do slow.”
She sets a punishingly slow pace, but it gives me the space to feel the gravity of this. We aren’t rushing. We aren’t angrily tearing off each other’s clothes. This is a choice that we’re consciously making.
My pleasure builds slowly, growing greater with every moan and gasp that escapes her lips. I reach a hand between us and use my thumb to draw circles around her swollen clit. When her walls start to clench around me, I can’t hold it off anymore and I explode, draining deeply into her. The force of it leaves me breathless.
I’ve never felt anything so powerful before, and I know that I never will with anyone else. I collapse back against the mattress, pulling her down gently with me as she continues to convulse with her own orgasm. I hold her through it and silently pray that we never have to let go of each other.
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