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His whole body goes rigid and he doesn’t breathe. His arms tighten around me, holding me to him so tightly it’s like he wants us to be one. Then he relaxes, his muscles softening again, and sucks in a big breath. He holds me tightly against him.
Even when his cock slips out of me, spent, he still holds onto me. Then he pulls me to the side and we flop down on the mattress, my back still pressed against his chest. I can feel his chest heaving as I lay in his arms, enjoying the moment of closeness, enjoying knowing I can make him come just as undone as he can make me.
Cindy
The delicious afterglow of fabulous morning sex lays like a soft cloud around me, when Alex springs it upon me that Babushka told him last night that she was going to get up early today so that we could all enjoy a family breakfast together … which means, I have about fifteen minutes to get showered and ready.
I jump out of bed with a squeal. His laughter follows me as I run naked back through the connected door between our rooms.
Less than fifteen minutes later, I knock on his door. He grabs me and pulls me towards his body and I can immediately feel how hard he is for me.
“I don’t think Babushka would mind if we are a little late,” he whispers in my ear as his hand slips under my skirt.
I want to protest. I really do, but as soon as his fingers reach my slit, my legs part for him. A small moan escapes my lips as he picks me up like a damn caveman and carries me to his bed and throws me on it.
Everyone is at the table by the time we arrive, but the mood around the table seems somber. Both the ice sisters seem to be on their best behavior. At least they’re not whispering about me in Russian today.
Babushka looks at Alex, then me. There is a twinkle in her eyes. “Neither of you look like you’ve had much sleep.”
“As a matter of fact, none of us got any sleep last night thanks to all the screeching and wailing. Quite an achievement considering I’m in a whole other wing,” Petra puts in sarcastically.
So much for her being on her best behavior. I feel my face turning red. We didn’t make that much noise, I might have screamed once or twice, or maybe three times, but that was it. The other two times I bit down on the pillow.
Alex glares at Petra, and Babushka throws her a look that stops her from saying anything else, but she doesn’t need to say anything else. She’s already made me sound cheap and slutty. She looks down at her plate with a little smirk.
Babushka looks at me. “I can still remember when I made love all night long.”
The ice sisters gasp in shock.
“What?” Babushka asks innocently. “You think I never had sex. How do you think your mother came into being?” She turns to me again. “Why don’t you two have a nice relaxing day in your room? Just lock the door, get naked, curl up in bed, and watch movies together.”
I feel myself blushing again and I take a long drink of my orange juice to try to hide my face. The thought of being locked away in the bedroom with Alex naked. There’ll be no movies watched. I know exactly what will happen if we’re left alone together.
There’s no denying that Alex knows his way around a woman. The sex last night was good, but this morning was something else. It’s by far the best sex I’ve ever had, and even though I am still sore from it, I’d happily risk more soreness to have another go of that kind of pleasure.
Even just sitting so close to him at the table is enough to have me on edge, aware of his body so close to mine. A couple of times, our thighs brush against each other beneath the table and my clit throbs in response, a mixture of pain and desire. God, it’s incredible how badly I want him.
“Cindy?” Alex says.
Every eye at the table is on me and I realize he has said something I’ve missed.
“Sorry,” I mutter. “I was a million miles away.” Thank God, people can’t read thoughts. I take another sip of my orange juice and wish I could stop making such a fool of myself.
“I was just telling everyone how much you enjoy riding,” Alex says innocently enough, but immediately I have a flashback of me bouncing on his hard cock.
I choke on a mouthful of juice and, thank God, I do not spray orange juice all over the table, but it throws me into a fit of coughing. Petra and Anastasia start laughing at my reaction. Babushka looks at me with concern, and Alex thumps my back.
