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"Put your arms behind my neck."
I did as he asked, my breasts swollen and bouncing while he teased and taunted every erogenous area I had. My mind was misty, he took me to new heights. After spending the day with him and our conversations, our connection only grew stronger and it scared me a little. Now I understood what he meant. I wanted this all the time too and I didn't just mean the sex. My heart was his, just like I knew his was mine. I liked seeing his arm across my belly. The vascularity that oozed from him and the vein twirling down. He was strong and rough, and the pleasure so divine.
"Come, come now with me," he said, then sank his teeth into my shoulder, his tongue lapping my skin.
My body exploded with rapture on a throaty sigh, like a huge wave roared through me. I yelled out his name, driving my hips back into his. His pleasure trickled down my inner thighs and I felt tender everywhere, sated from this touch. Our orgasms receded but the content bliss that followed was sizzling between us. We were both panting, a sheen of sweat coating our bodies, but it didn't bother me. Kova reached up to cup my jaw and turn my face toward his. Our eyes locked for a split moment before he gave me a tender kiss that enclosed around my heart. His lips were soft and sweet, his tongue light, as if what he’d just done to my body was normal.
There was nothing normal about Konstantin Kournakova and Adrianna Rossi, but that's what I loved about us.
Breaking the kiss, Kova opened his eyes.
Heart thumping wildly in my chest, the setting sunlight flickered against his compelling green eyes that unveiled an openness with a love so deep my stomach tightened. I was trying to stay strong, I didn't want to say something and regret it, but in this moment, what I felt was love.
Love was a look. Love was a feeling. Love was a four-letter word that held more weight than gold.
Love was clarity.
Sixty-Eight
"Kova," I whispered, like it was the word only he wanted to hear.
His eyes glimmered with awareness and he carefully pulled out of me, then turned me over to lay me on my back on the lounger. His length, still warm and hard, pressed against my thigh. My heart was pounding. We should've been sensible about being so free with our carnality, but we never could control it. It was only us and that's all that mattered.
Our eyes were focused on each other's as he covered my body with his, his mouth with mine, his weight falling onto me. I loved when he did that, when he laid on top of me without abandon and gave me himself. It was one of the rare times I got just him without all the layers, like he was giving himself to me. My arms wound around his shoulders, my fingers through his hair. He kissed me so greedily I could barely keep up with him. Hands sliding down his back, he shook like he was in dire need. He passionately pushed his tongue in my mouth. His hands found my neck and applied pressure, and I went with it. My body unraveled under his. He unleashed on me and I took it all.
"I need to see your face when I make love to you," he said, leaving me speechless.
I didn't question it. I just nodded my head. It's what he needed, and I gave it to him. I knew deep down in my heart that after this weekend, when he found out my secret
, it would most likely break the connection we’d worked so hard to rebuild, so I was going to savor it for as long as I could.
Without a second thought, he lifted his hips and pushed his cock into me again. A glaze swept over his eyes and he moaned. He began making love to me like a beast, pumping his hips with ardor. Hard and long strokes, holding himself in me before he was retreating and doing it again, building a maelstrom of desire. An erotic growl vibrated in his chest when he drove harder. My back bowed in response at how deep he was, my nails scoring his back. He shuddered against me and I locked my legs around his waist.
This was lovemaking.
"Kova…" I swallowed, quivering. "Oh, my God…" I moaned against his mouth. "It hurts." And it did. He was so enlarged and hitting all the way in the back.
"Shhh…"
"Kova." I dug my fingers into him, feeling his skin break under my nails.
"Take me. Take all of me,” he gritted between clenched teeth. "Mne nuzhno, chtoby ty byl bez sderzhannosit, bez osuzhdeniya."
"Please…" I wasn't sure what I was begging him for.
"Ty nuzhna mnye. "
My heart ached at the sound of his cracked voice.
"Just hold on… I need this, I need you. I need to feel more of you."
"You're going to make me bleed, Kova."
He growled, reluctantly slowing his pace. The muscles in his shoulders relaxed, his body loosened, and he cupped my damp neck and held on like I was his salvation. His dominant kisses were almost careless, like he let himself go as he urgently thrust into me. He was getting closer. The little sounds in the back of his throat made me disentangle my feelings for him completely and it scared me a little.
Kova gave one good last stroke, held my jaw in his palms and kissed me so deeply and so desperately my heart contracted and my toes curled. I whimpered, my body shuddering with pleasure. His cock jerked, we gasped, then we were both falling into a blissful state of ecstasy at the same time. The way his tongue enveloped mine, how he used one hand to grip my hip to make sure we were joined perfectly, how I could feel him unloading inside me, made my chest hurt.
"Malysh," he whispered on a groan.
