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“Viktor,” I whispered, wondering how something so simple as saying a name could suddenly be so sexy.
His lips curved upwards. “Again.”
I bit my lip at his order, my breath somehow escaping me, and his arms tightened abruptly around me.
“Again,Olivia,” he growled, leaning his lips down closer to mine even as his smile broadened, became more predatory. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
“Viktor,” I said, louder this time, as my hands snaked their way around his neck. “Viktor.”
“Mmm,” he hummed with a pleased expression, before leaning down to nip at my ear. “Good girl.”
“Jesus…” I whispered, threading my fingers up into his dark hair, as he tilted my head up with a light fist in my hair and began kissing me once more.
His touch was subtle and smooth while he ravaged my mouth, unbuttoning my blouse to caress me without a single fumble or tremor. Such confidence. Such patience. He slid his fingers over my exposed skin after pulling off my blouse, caressing my belly, my arms, my shoulders. He covered my cleavage with light, teasing kisses until my nipples ached for attention.
Impatient, I reached back to undo my bra, offering my breasts to him in the dark. It fell open and his kisses circled down over my breasts, growing longer and more intense the closer he got to my nipples. My hips trembled as I pressed myself against him, fingers in his hair, breath already coming in harsh pants. When had I last wanted a man this badly?
Had I ever?
His mouth closed on my nipple and I whimpered, pushing my breast against his face while he suckled and nibbled eagerly. Hazy with desire, I started to take off his suit coat, only to have him gently stop me.
He stood back and stripped, the filtered light from the shaded windows splashing over pale, smooth skin and lean muscle and catching in his brilliant eyes. I caught the faint dark patterns of tattoos on his skin as he set his clothes aside carefully on the bedside table. Meanwhile, I was down to my hose and panties, eager to feel his bare skin against mine.
He retrieved a condom from his trousers before he’d even stripped off his boxer briefs, while I bent down to roll the hose off of my body. When I looked up again, he was watching me, expression unseen in the dimness, but his breathing had gone heavy and shaky as well.
He scooped me up again, so easily that it shocked me, and carried me to the bed, settling me on it easily. I reached for him, my fingertips sliding down his chest as I tried to beckon without speaking. I kept feeling like any words I could say would somehow be inadequate, or destroy the mood.
He reached down and took the waistband of my panties in hand, caressing my hipbones with his thumbs teasingly, his hands warm and sleek against my skin. I lay back and lifted my hips, and he pulled the little scrap of fabric off of me, tossing it away toward the clothes pile by the door.
I watched him roll the condom on, his cock was a blurry outline in the dark. But then he was laying me back on the edge of the bed and I felt the smooth, throbbing head slide against my folds. I lifted my legs, wrapping them around him as he pressed the tip of his erection into me and then thrust forward, going deep in one long, easy slide from my wetness.
I gasped out loud and gripped his forearms. He let out a groan and started thrusting, rocking the bed under us as our hips slapped together. I squirmed under him as the movement sent jolts of pleasure through me, trying to keep quiet but already failing.
My voice rose in little gasps and whimpers, sobs of encouragement that were the only words I could form. He was thick, stretching me a little, adding a tiny edge of pain to the mounting pleasure that only pushed me faster toward my climax.
I was going to lose control. I was already shaking hard, and my voice had gone from whimpers to shuddering gasps and low moans. My pussy tightened around him as he moved faster and faster, somehow staying on his feet, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks as he lifted me against him.
“More,” I begged, and he gave it, speeding, growing rougher, punctuating my moans with little grunts and shouts as he fucked me better than I had ever felt in my life before. It felt like I was losing my mind. I cried out each time his hips slapped against mine, not able to stop myself.
And then I didn’t care, I grabbed him by the hips and tightened my legs around him and begged for him not to stop. He sped up again, whole body rigid with pleasure, riding me hard toward our peak.
When it came, I bucked under him like he’d shot me full of lightning, each contraction sending pleasure roaring through me almost unbearably. I heard myself screaming, “Yes, yes, yes,” and then his hard, breathless groans as his cock jumped and shuddered inside me.
I started to slowly gray out from the intensity, feeling like I was dissolving in bliss. He laid his head on my shoulder, panting hoarsely, and I raised my hand and slid it through his short, sweaty hair in a weak caress. Then my eyes closed, and everything drifted away for a little while.
I came to in time to feel him laying me back against the pillows before sliding under the quilt to join me. His skin was damp with sweat against mine, and shudders from aftershocks ran through us both.
“Get a little rest,” he purred as he settled beside me and pulled me into his arms. He chuckled as I whimpered and buried my face against his chest, overwhelmed. The fingers of one hand slipped through my hair, caressing me. “You’re going to need your strength for later.”
***
When I woke, the storm was over, the quiet outside almost disorienting after all that chaos. I opened my eyes to a room slowly filling with the gray light of dawn, and Viktor’s warm bulk snuggled up behind me as he breathed slowly in my ear.
My whole body was so relaxed that I didn’t want to move. I had never had sex like that in my life. It had exhausted me, exhausted him, and left me craving more. A woman could seriously get hooked on his level of dick game. Not to mention his charm. Maybe he would want to see me again. Maybe this was the start of something amazing.
Eventually, I had to get up, and did reluctantly, heading for the bathroom to clean myself up and tend to my body’s needs. I was a little sore in spots, and as I showered, I caught glimpses of little finger-bruises and suck marks all over me. He had marked me beautifully. It turned me on all over again just to see them.
But when I wrapped myself in a towel and walked back out, mulling over whether I was rushing back to Cambridge and my life or lingering for more of this sexual mini-vacation, I suddenly stopped short, and all those pleasant thoughts fled from my mind.
