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Before I knew it, he had me flipped over and was lying on top of me. “Oh yeah? You’re sure?” Then he began to tickle me mercilessly. I squirmed and kicked, struggling uselessly against his superior strength as he held both my hands in one of his.
My thigh brushed against his crotch, and I felt his arousal and stilled, panting up at him with wide eyes. I could see him clearly because of the street light even if everything was greyed out. He reached over and turned the light on. I blinked at the sudden brightness.
“Sorry. I just wanted to see you clearly,” he murmured softly.
“It’s fine. I want to see you too.”
He smiled and so did I. His eyes trailed down my body, pupils dilating with desire. My breasts began rising and falling as I panted, my flimsy pajama top not really providing a barrier to access. His hand landed on my breast and squeezed. I whimpered biting my bottom lip as my nipple hardened.
He watched me, his eyes intent.
"You sure you want this?” he whispered, still kneading my breast.
I remembered his massage the night before, how it made me feel both horny and lethargic, sleepy and needy. I had felt so grateful for his care, for the fact that he asked nothing of me but just to lie there and take it. But now I needed him to fuck the hell out of me—literally. I needed to be an active participant.
I reached up and pulled him down to me, seizing his mouth. Just snapping and biting, sucking his tongue and digging my nails into his back. I needed him to understand without me having to explain.
He got with the program real fast.
He reached into my pajama top, squeezing and kneading my breasts as he pushed his body against mine, his erection a rod of steel against my thigh. I spread my legs wide and wrapped them around his waist, urging him on. One of his hands left my breast and burrowed into my shorts, searching for my clit. I canted my hips upwards in needy assistance, urging him to press harder as he found it and rubbed at it experimentally. I was already dripping wet, and he groaned into my neck, his hips jerking.
"I don't know if I've ever wanted anyone as much as I want you,” he whispered.
That made me dig my nails even harder into his flesh. “Then show me."
He reached for his boxers, pulling them off with one hand and kicking them away before shoving the parting of my shorts out of the way and pushing into me. We moaned simultaneously, pausing to savor the sheer joy of being joined together like this.
He began to thrust slow and deep, groaning along with every thrust like he lived for this. I was right there with him. His cock seemed to hit every single nerve ending inside me, setting them aflame with a fire that spread out from there to every cell in my body.
I undulated my body, urging him deeper still. I wanted him so deep that I knew he would never leave me. He took both my hands in one of his, shackling them above my head as he drove into me with reckless abandon. I couldn't have asked for more.
He pulled out of me, lifted me up and flipped me over. I didn't know I had a kink for being manhandled until right then. Lifting my ass in the air, he pulled down my shorts and then slid into me, smooth and long until his balls were cradling my entrance.
I gasped, anchoring myself so my head didn't go smashing into the headboard from his hard thrusts, his hands steadying my hips as he did so. I whimpered, my pussy dripping, our flesh pounding together as he showed me just what it meant to be loved thoroughly and completely.
He pushed me down to the side, getting behind me and thrusting into me from behind, my leg in the air. The change in angle was just what I needed to rev me up and have me tensing as the pressure inside me grew unbearable. My clit swelled, and my hunger grew as I reached for something that remained just shy of attainable.
"Please,” I gasped, panting hard as his hands used my breasts as anchors, squeezing and kneading as he fucked into me. "Yes, yespleasedon't stop!"
His pace grew both faster and more erratic, his gasping breaths ghosting the skin behind my ear and adding to the sensory overload I was experiencing. I wanted to scream but our walls were not that thick. I put my hand over my mouth to keep the scream inside.
"Oh God, yes!" he moaned, deep baritone, almost vibrating. His words made me shiver in reaction. I pushed back against him, and he reached around, rubbing my clit as he fucked into me. I froze for a moment before my entire body shook and shuddered, the bubble of pressure bursting with sudden intensity and laying me out under a tsunami of ecstasy.
I let it wash me away without resistance, losing touch with reality for a while. When I came back to myself, I was lying on my side, Alexei behind me, both of us panting loudly. He was still nestled inside of me, and I could feel the wetness of his cum, inside me and out, slick on my thighs where our bodies were joined.
He moved back, disengaging from me, and then turned me around and held me close. We breathed in silence, just enjoying the afterglow.
“Was that good for you?” he asked.
I burst into surprised laughter. “Er, I guess?
He peered incredulously down at me. “Youguess?
I grinned up at him, and he saw that I was teasing and scoffed. "A man exerts himself to bring you maximum pleasure and all he gets on his review is two stars,” he mumbled grumpily.
"Aw, poor baby. Tell me what I can do to make it all better," I lilted with faux sympathy.
He crossed his arms playfully. "No."
