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Slowly, Kova leaned down to my neck. Not meaning to, I grasped his balls and held on. Kova cringed.
“Adrianna, lighten up. They are not stress balls. They are sensitive.”
I chuckled into his neck and apologized, rubbing them softly. A throaty moan escaped him and I smiled inwardly. Lips pressed to my neck, he laid open mouthed kisses along my jaw as he said, “I have to go, I should leave.” But he never got up. “You have to know,” he said between kisses, “I have never done this with another gymnast before. Never looked at them the way—” he hesitated.
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sp; “The way what?”
“Nothing. Never mind.”
He squeezed his eyes shut and ignored me. “Kova—” I lost all train of thought when his mouth suckled my neck so seductively. I relaxed my hold on him and moaned loudly, giving him more access.
“Ahhh...feels so good.”
When I finally moved my hand, Kova pulled back and peered down at me. The back of my fingers gently scaled his erection from base to tip. Slowly, my thumb reached out and followed the same pattern, then circled the tip. Kova shuddered, his eyes tightly rolling shut. I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right judging by the painful look on his face.
Moving to the top of his penis, moisture coated my fingers.
“Remove your hand,” he demanded. But I ignored him. He was wet like me, only not as much. I had to be doing something right.
Opening my hand, hard, hot flesh scorched me while I wrapped my fingers around to stroke him. He was really big and thick. I couldn’t fathom how anyone had sex with him. As I applied pressure, he pulsed against my hand and then pinched my nipple, forcing me to squeeze my thighs shut. My back bowed. The pain associated with the pleasure just about threw me over the edge. Kova dropped his lips to my chest. His fingers danced along my sports bra seeking permission but not entering.
“Remove your hand,” he repeated.
“I don’t want to.”
“Adrianna, I can only hold on for so long before I snap. There is no going back once that happens. I will not be able to control myself.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I acted like I did.
“That’s okay.”
“No, it is not. The things I am thinking right now,” he swallowed hard, “I should be appalled at myself.”
“Tell me.”
“Fuck, no.”
“Please...”
“No.”
“What if...what if I tell you what I’m thinking?” I whispered, squeezing the tip of his penis.
“Agh...Hell no. Please do not, I do not want to know.” He dropped his forehead to mine, his eyes cinching shut as I stroked him. His hands moved and became fists on the sides of my head as he fought to maintain composure.
“I want...” I began, my voice shaking, “I want to know what this would feel like sliding in my pussy...deep inside of me.”
“No. No. No. Not now, not ever.” He grunted and groaned at the same time. His voice sounded like gravel. “Do not say those things to me. I am struggling to hold on here.”
I whimpered. I was throbbing. “I need to come and I want to feel this here.” I angled his penis toward my entrance, which ended up being a bad idea. My eyes rolled shut and we both strained against each other.
“Christ,” he thumbed my clit.
“That feels so good,” I whispered, my voice foreign. Even between the clothes it felt incredible.
Kova moaned so loudly I shivered. “No...We cannot...”
