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This has only ever happened once and it was during our first time together. I was so into it, I didn’t have time to be embarrassed or to react. It just happened.

“A-Alex… oh, fuck… oh, my God!”

I come. My legs straighten and the walls of my pussy tighten around his fingers and I feel a gush of my juices splash against this mouth. He doesn’t stop. He sucks my clit harder, his fingers working faster.

I’m arching my back as I keep coming, everything inside me opening up to him. I’m soaking his face, this bench, the floor. I have never come this hard before. Not in all the times we’ve been together.

He switches to slow circles with his tongue again, watching me from between my thighs. I run my hand over his hair as I ride the wave of this orgasm. My body feels like it’s on fire.

He caresses my body, his hands closing around my breasts, squeezing my nipples. He finally kisses my thighs once more, then stands and helps me up.

He turns me around so that we’re facing the mirror next to the bench. In the reflection, I’m naked, my skin shining with sweat, my thighs covered in my cum. He stands behind me, his hands moving around my waist, down between my legs. I lean into him, wrapping my arm around his neck.

“You really want this?” he says in my ear. “The two of us against the world?”

I look away from the reflection and up at him. “All I want is you.”

He looks a little surprised, but pleased. He kisses me, and the taste of myself is strong on his tongue. Our lips part and he leans down, lifting one of my legs in his arms, then with all the skill of a man of his experience, he slips himself inside me.

He fucks me standing, holding me around the waist with one arm and my leg up with the other. In bliss I lean into him, relying on him for my balance as he thrusts in long, slow strokes.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he moans. “You feel so right wrapped around my cock, baby.”

I lean forward, putting my hands on the glass of the mirror as his thrusts get harder. He lets my leg down, holding my waist as his thighs slap against my ass.

I feel his hand in my hair and he pulls, firmly holding me in place while he fucks the daylights out of me. Hard, raw cries escape my body as I lean back into him, letting his dick hit the deep, soft spots inside me.

“Oh, fuck, Nona,” he moans as he gives my ass another slap. The sting of his hand nearly sends me into orbit. “You gonna come for me, baby?”

He yanks my hair and I moan, “Yes, oh, yes.”

Another slap, then another, then slow rubs over my sore skin followed by another slap and that’s all it takes. I’m coming again, hiking myself up on my toes.

His hand is gripping my hips as he fucks me hard and fast. “Hold on, baby,” he moans. “I’m right behind you.”

He lets out a shuddering moan as warm cum fills my pussy. A few more hard thrusts before he leans into me, kissing my back, the back of my neck.

“God,” I moan. “Is it always going to be this good?”

“We’re so far away from being done,” he says breathlessly. He starts thrusting slowly, my soaked pussy tightening around him. “I want to fuck you like this every night for the rest of our lives. I love you, Nona Molotov.”

The sound of my name on his lips brings a smile to my face as I lean my head back and kiss him again. And to think, I almost ran away from this.

“I love you, Alex Molotov,” I whisper. And I do. I love this man, forever and ever.

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EPILOGUE

ALEX

“You’re not seriously nervous… are you?”

I glance at my brother as we stand together at the altar. It’s been about a year since I was here last time, and fundamentally, I get where he’s coming from. It’s not like I’ve never done this exact thing with the same woman before today. I imagine for everybody else in the church right now, this must be like Groundhog Day. For me, this is a totally new experience, however. I’m standing in a new place and space in time.

I side-glance Rikki and clear my throat. “This is different from the last time. It’s real now.”

“Sure. But you know she’s not going anywhere, right?” He nods to Yeva sitting in the front row, my son on her lap. The baby looks so much like Nona, a headful of red hair and big green eyes, the beginnings of freckles across his nose.