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Before I could do or say anything, Kira rolled her hips under me, making me shift inside of her. “Gabriele, please. You feel too good.”
“Shit.” My cock twitched inside of her. “You are too bad for my stamina.”
She bit down her lip, smiling, and I started to move. I eased out until only my tip was in and then thrust back inside. She moaned with my movement, so I made the next one a little harder. I fucked her slow but hard. My hips rolled to make sure I was hitting her at the right spot.
“Ah, Gabriele.” She squirmed under me. Her thighs opened more and more for me. “Deeper,” she said breathlessly. “I need you deeper.”
Fuck.
I held her from under her knees and pushed them up. With the new position, I was so deep inside of her that she could probably feel me in her belly. I went harder. I wanted to fuck her so good so that I could imprint myself this deep inside her. I wanted to carve her insides with the shape of my cock. I wanted her to remember me forever.
She raked my scalp with her nails increasing my pleasure immensely. “Da,” she repeated over and over again. She was trying to move her hips, but my hands were holding her down for my hard fucking. “Ne ostanavlyvaysya!” she pleaded to me.
I got faster. Hitting her spot every time. “I love when you speak Russian.” I knew she couldn’t answer. “I love to see you getting so drunk on my cock that you can’t even control which language you are speaking.”
She moaned, and I leaned down to bite her nipple, still fucking her fast and hard. “Come for me, darling. Come all over my cock.”
That did it. She shivered and whimpered and cried out under me. She was again screaming Russian words, and I couldn’t help it. After a few more deep thrusts, I just spilled my cum inside her. Filling her to the brim. Really imprinting myself on her deepest spot.
I didn’t let myself fall but instead kept watching her. She was drunk on sex under me. It was such a natural, wild sight that I felt lucky to see it.
I was the only guy who ever saw her like this.
Ivan thought he had her because he got to touch her and fuck her, but that was nothing. This was the real deal. Making her this drunk was the real deal.
Yet, I was still not her owner. She belonged to herself, and I was just lucky enough to give her pleasure, make her happy. It was my gift, my blessing to be able to do this to her.
When her eyes opened again, she looked at me and smiled. “Kiss me?” she asked with a voice coated with sugar.
I obeyed her order like I obeyed any other word that left her mouth. I kissed her long. I kissed her in a way that would make her know how much I loved her even though I never said the words and even though I was probably never going to say them.
After that, I pulled out my softening dick slowly out of her. Some of my cum leaked out, but I pushed it back and kissed her lips again. “Let me draw a bath so I can wash you.”
Kira smiled and stretched out like a cat. “Okay.”
I drew a bath quickly for us. Kira came in before I could go back and carry her. She shyly said she had to pee. I said, “Okay.” She looked a little surprised but satisfied with that answer and then peed without saying anything else.
I could tell why she liked that. It was basic couple stuff. She liked those things. She liked simple things no one ever paid attention to.
I would gladly give her a simple boring life. At least I’d until she wanted more.
When the tub was filled, we both got in, and Kira sat down between my legs, her back to me. I was slowly shampooing her hair. I loved having her like this. I loved playing with her fire-red hair as she relaxed against me.
“Gabriele,” she said like she always did before asking something.
“Yes, Kira.” Her name tasted like cotton candy on my tongue.
She pressed her head softly to my hands that were working deep into her hair. She was too relaxed. It felt like she was going to fell asleep soon. “What is your favorite flower?”
It was so random that my fingers stopped for a second on her head. I shouldn’t have been surprised, though, since she liked to talk about simple things, but still, I found it odd. She could have asked another favorite thing of mine. But she asked the flower.
Honestly, I have never thought about it.
“I don’t know. I have no flower knowledge. I guess roses are nice.” It was probably a shitty answer, but I didn’t have a good one.
“Hmm,” Kira half murmured, half moaned. “Mine is Forget-Me-Nots. I love those flowers.”
“I heard about them.” I did remember it because of the strange name, but I couldn’t recall how they looked.
