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Chapter 22
The Russian’s phone alarm went off at six a.m. and we both jumped awake. He grabbed it and groaned.
“You know I don’t work Monday’s since I work Saturdays,” I said, “but I really appreciate the early wake-up call so I don’t fall out of my routine,” I stirred him.
The Russian smiled and flipped me onto my stomach. “Since you’re awake, and I’m a morning person ...”
He lowered himself onto me and I felt his erection between my butt cheeks. His hands slipped underneath me to the front of my body, where—with a few skilled moves—he had me moaning and wet in moments.
“Come inside me,” I begged.
“Who’s driving here?” he asked.
I laughed. “You are, Russian.”
“That’s right,” he said, in his sexy low voice. “And who is about to orgasm?”
I moaned with pleasure as he pinned me down so I couldn’t even wriggle and played me like a violin. I tried to tell him how good it felt, but I couldn’t get the words out before I orgasmed spectacularly, and I wasn’t even a morning person. I panted as I came down from my sexual high. “Come inside me, please Russian.”
“Yes bossy, Brooker.” I heard him slip a condom on and, keeping me pressed down into the pillows, he positioned himself at my entrance and slowly worked his way in.
“Holy fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed between his teeth.
“Because I’ve just had a huge fucking orgasm,” I said, stating the obvious, which got us both laughing. He started teasing my ear with his tongue just to annoy me and I squealed and wriggled stilled pinned underneath him. Then he pushed a little harder and took my breath away.
“That got your attention,” he said.
“You feel so good,” I moaned. The Russian began to slide in and out slowly, and every now and then he stopped to get control. I tried to free my hands from underneath his to get access to him, but he wouldn’t release me. I lifted my butt a bit higher to feel him deeper, and wow did that hurt ... holy hell was he deep. I expected to feel him in my throat any minute. The angle meant he was rubbing on my already engorged sensitive areas and my body began to involuntarily shudder as I worked up to orgasm again.
The Russian felt so full inside me I didn’t know how he was holding on, and then he released my hands, pulled me tighter against him, my butt higher into his stomach and his fingers found my clit. I touched any part of him that I could reach – his balls, his butt, but he had all the control. Then The Russian drew a sharp breath, so I knew he was coming, and I let myself go with him. I was a quivering mess by the time he lowered himself on me.
“Fantastic,” The Russian muttered and I chuckled at his review. He smacked my butt. “I love this butt, amongst other things.”
I turned around to watch him remove the condom and stride back to the bed. Great view. When he returned and slipped in beside me, I broached one of my new strategies to help our relationship.
“Place you hand on my heart,” I said, and he did, then lowered it to play with my nipple. I rolled my eyes and he smiled and moved it back up again.
“You’re no fun, Brooker,” he said.
“I’ll give you fun in a minute,” I warned him. “Mm, I just channeled my mother.”
“And mine, but without the Russian accent,” he said.
“Babe,” I said, using his term of endearment. “This is our sign, to protect us and to show you that you are my only thought.”
He looked confused and ran his tongue over his lower lip as if he was going to be in trouble for something. I leaned in and kissed him quickly before continuing to explain.
“What I mean is ... if you see me in social photos, or giving an interview, or commentating, or even glancing your way in a crowded room, and I place my hand on my heart, even for just a minute, it’s for you. It’s me telling you that you own my heart.”
He smiled and with one hand, cupped my cheek.
“I love that,” he said, and sealed it with a kiss.
Then I remembered ... “Why was your alarm set?” I asked, knowing he didn’t have morning training and wouldn’t need to get to the office until later.
“Ah yeah, that ... Tia’s got a school recital this morning. She’s one of the kids performing and being presented with an award. I promised her I’d come along,” he said.
“You are such a good brother, and such a good lover,” I added.
