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“Feel better?” he whispered in my ear, starting to slowly move his hips back and forth again, giving me shallow, teasing thrusts that sent tingles throughout my body.
“Oh my god, yes, yes,” I pant. “If I’d known how this felt, I’d have—”
He stopped and frowned. “You’d have what?” he snapped out, his jaw tight. “I swear to god, Emmy, if you mention fucking some other asshole right now…”
I stared at him in surprise. How could he not know it had always been him? I never wanted anyone else. “No...only you,” I breathed.
His nostrils flared and his hips started to pump feverishly, as if his agitation had become fuel for the motion of his hips.
“That’s fucking right. Me. Only me,” he repeated. He slammed his mouth down on mine, his tongue conquering my mouth as surely as his cock had my pussy. The pain felt distant now as sensual bliss bombarded every nerve ending.
“Ohhh, oh my god,” I panted, my mind reeling as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me. My head was buzzing with so many colliding sensations that even the small bit of pain felt good at this point.
I widened my legs and Ivan saw that as a clear signal that he didn’t need to be as careful. He slid his hand under my hips and slammed himself in and out. His pelvic bone was perfectly positioned to maintain contact with my clit and soon I was shooting to the edge of the cliff.
“Oh my god, Ivan, more, please…” I begged, hardly able to believe the words coming out of my mouth.
He slipped his hand behind my head, tangling his hands in my hair and staring me in the eyes. His green eyes were wild with building passion and barely restrained aggression. “You want more, neposlushnaya devochka?
“God, yes,” I groaned, desperation tinging the words.
“Seksual'naya devushka” he murmured. “Hearing you beg for me to fuck you harder…so fucking sexy,” he said, his raspy voice like sandpaper against my already stimulated senses.
“Grab under your knees and pull them up,” he gruffly demanded, and I immediately complied. I regretted not being able to touch him anymore, but was so out of my mind with need, I barely cared.
He quickly positioned his hands on either side of me as if he was doing a push-up and started thrusting in such a brutal, pounding rhythm, I was immediately shot into orbit as the friction to my clit returned.
“Yes, yes, yes, oh god,” I screamed, abandoning my knees to wrap my hands around his wrists, squeezing as I was thrown into an orgasm so intense every muscle in my body quivered as bright lights burst behind my eyelids.
He continued to thrust, prolonging my pleasure and sending shockwaves spiraling through my nervous system as the pleasure centers in my body were nearly overwhelmed.
As he thrust, he said one word repeatedly, almost too low for me to hear.Moya. Moya. Moya.
I knew it was Russian, but my brain was short-circuiting from the sensory overload, so I couldn’t begin to try and decipher what it meant.
He growled deep in his chest and gave one last, mighty thrust, his teeth clamping on the curve of my neck as he ground against me and groaned. “Holy fuck...goddamn...” he finally muttered against my throat as his body sank on top of mine, his heavy breathing fanning against my cheek.
We laid there for long moments until I reached up to stroke the muscled flesh of his back. He quickly rolled over and off the bed, discarding the condom in a small trash can before returning. I felt a twinge in my chest at another small rejection of my touch.
“Hey, how are you?” he asked, leaning toward me and stroking my cheek, slightly softening the blow of his pulling away a moment ago. His brow was creased in concern, his dark, sable hair in complete disarray.
I smiled, looking to put him at ease. “I’m good—great, actually,” I said, letting out a huge yawn. I could feel myself crashing after the big burst of adrenaline had worked itself out. “Exhausted.”
Ivan gave me a smug smile. “Good.”
I moved slightly and winced, feeling the aftereffects of my aggressive initiation into sex.
His smile faded. “Are you really okay? Was I too rough?” he asked, his brow tightening as he continued to cradle my jaw.
His concern was like sunlight in December, unexpected and desperately appreciated. “No, definitely not too rough. I loved everything you did to me,” I whispered, my face heating.
“Is that right?” he asked, his thumb swiping at my reddening cheek. “You feeling shy now?”
I shrugged and looked away, suddenly very uncomfortable with the eye contact. “Maybe, a little. I’ve never done this, so my expectations were blown out of the water, but did you...was I... was it—” I stuttered.
He leaned in and kissed me thoroughly causing tingles of heat to skitter up my spine. “You were magnificent, moya neposlushnaya devochka,” he said huskily against my lips. “You were almost too good. So fucking sexy.”
My flush of embarrassment transformed into a flush of pleasure. “Oh, yeah?” I asked flirtatiously, shocked to feel heat once again starting to build. I slid my leg over his, hooking him closer.
