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“Fuck!” I gasp as I tighten around his thick erection.
“You like that?” he teases, his arm locking me down firmly.
“Yes,” I moan, one arm going to brace against the ceiling of the car to help keep my body in place.
“You want more?” he suggests, thrusting harder as he fills me completely each time.
“Oh, god, yes!” I scream, my heart launching into a sprint as I barrel toward a second orgasm.
I can feel him stiffening and swelling with his own impending release, and I crave that world-shattering feeling.
Pyotr groans, his muscles tensing as he hammers inside me, pounding against that sinfully good spot until I think I might lose my mind.
“You ready, love?” he growls through clenched teeth.
“Mm-hmm,” I mewl, biting my lips closed so I won’t scream again.
“Oh, fuck, come,sokrovishche,” he commands, and I do, my pussy clamping down around him as he pours his seed deep inside me.
Shuddering with the intensity of my release, I fall apart around him, milking his hard length again and again until my body doesn’t have an ounce of strength remaining.
We collapse back onto the driver’s seat together, and I can’t believe we had sex in Pyotr’s car. A giddy chuckle escapes me as my head rests heavily beneath his chin.
“What’s so funny,” he murmurs, his fingers stroking up and down my spine.
“I never pictured myself as the kind of girl to have hot make-up sex in a guy’s car,” I admit, giggles overcoming me.
Pyotr hums suggestively as his cock twitches deep inside me. “If you’re not careful, you might come to find you’re the kind of girl to do it twice.”
That turns my insides to mush, and I’m sorely tempted to take him up on the offer. But it’s getting late. And I want to make sure we finish our conversation.
So even though I really just want to snuggle close and soak up the contentment of being in his arms, I shift enough that I can look up to meet his eyes. He tilts his chin down enough to study my face, and I love the intimacy of this new position. Having him still buried inside me, his arms warm against my back.
“I feel the same way, you know,” I say, my heart stuttering with my confession.
“Hmm?” he asks, his eyebrows pressing together in confusion.
“I’m scared of my feelings for you, too,” I breathe. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and I know it’s crazy to think we could fall in love even in an arranged marriage. But I really do want to try and figure this out together.”
Pyotr’s hands still on my back, his fingers spreading across my skin as he watches me closely.
“I know we didn’t ask for the situation we’re in,” I press on before my nerve can fail. “But I think we might have a real shot at happiness if we can be honest with each other. You know? That meanstalkingabout the hard things that scare us instead of shutting down or running away.”
Pyotr grows pensive and looks off to the side, searching in the distance as he considers my words. I hope I didn’t say too much or push him too far when we’ve only just gotten back on track.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, sitting up as I fight the tears that sting the back of my eyes. “I’ve gone and ruined the moment, haven’t I?”
“No,” he assures me, his gray eyes turning back to meet mine. “No, it’s fine. It’s just….” His eyes shift once more, and then his eyes widen in shock. “Fuck, look at the time. I need to get you home.”
He all but launches me across the console in his haste, and when I see the clock glowing on the dash, I realize why. It’s well past twelve o’clock. We’re very late.
“Shit!” I gasp, snatching my clothing up off the floor as Pyotr quickly yanks his jeans back up over his hips.
He’s dressed in an instant and on the road while I’m still trying to do the same. Thankfully, it’s a short jog from where he parked to my house, and I’ve barely managed to wrap my scarf back around my neck and shove my arms back in my jacket sleeves before he pulls to a stop in my driveway.
I tumble out of the car, Pyotr right there with me as he walks me swiftly to the door.
“Your shirt,” he whispers under the light of our front porch as he reaches for the handle.
