“I didn't tell you that could rub your pretty little cunt on me.”
“I’m sorry.” I bite the inside of my lip, but I don’t stop.
There is something swirling in the air between us. I’m not sure what it is, but I know I love it. His rough orders and the dirty way he speaks to me, it’s like a secret between us. I find myself pressing my chest against his so we can be closer.
He leans down and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, then takes his time circling it with his tongue. When he grazes it with his teeth, my whole body heats. I want to explode with pleasure, but still I stay on the edge, ready for whatever he gives me.
He stills my hips, and I should get an award for not trying to rock against his cock. It’s right against my clit, and I know it wouldn't take much to send me over into orgasmic bliss.
“Use me, krasota. Then it’s going to be my turn to use you.” His accent is so thick now it’s hard to understand, but there’s no mistaking his need. I rock against the turgid length, and he doesn't try to control my movements. My thighs are burning, and my hips are moving fast as he lets me take what I want. His hands are everywhere, like they are trying to trace each line of my body, and I lose all thoughts beyond the connection of his hot cock against my clit.
“Let me watch you cum,” he whispers in his heavy voice, and I gasp.
The orgasm finally hits me, and Miller says something in Russian that I don’t understand. He grips my hair and yanks it back as I ride up and down his hard length. As I try to catch my breath, he pulls me in for a kiss and thrusts his cock between my pussy lips. The orgasm is drawn out of me for so long that when I feel the warm spray of something on my skin, it takes me a moment to realize he came with me.
When he releases my mouth, my head falls to his shoulder, and once again I’m out of breath. We’re skin to skin, and I feel so incredibly close to him at this moment. I know so little about him, but I know that what I feel is special.
I kiss his neck, and all my emotions are overwhelming. I know I’m happy, but why does it feel like I want to cry at the same time? It’s like everything I’ve ever been afraid of and afraid to wish for is bubbling up all at once. I cling to him and close my eyes as the power of the orgasm truly sinks in.
For so long I’ve felt like I haven't been home, but right now, in his arms, I’m here. I was sure when I got to my parents’, I would have that feeling, but all I had was doubt and questions about making the right decision. Here with Miller and in his arms, this is what I’ve been searching for.
He rises with me in his arms and takes me into a giant bathroom. He turns on the tub to let it fill up, and I glance around the room.
“This bathroom is a girl’s dream.” He places me on my feet, and I fold my arms over my chest. The bathroom is white and the whole room is so bright that he can see every flaw that was masked in the lamplight of the bedroom.
“Do not hide from me, krasota. Your body is a masterpiece.”
“So I should do one of those art things where you sit naked and everyone paints you?” I tease, but the look on his face has me bursting into laughter.
“This is not funny. I would cut all their eyes out.”
I only smile at him and shake my head, and his brows furrow. Again, he says something in Russian I don’t understand as he lifts me into the tub and then slides in behind me. I lean back against his chest, and his arms wrap around me in a tight hold.
“You do know you’re the only man to see me naked, right?” I turn around in his arms and straddle him, not wanting to miss a moment.
I want him to know this is all so new to me and how truly special it is. I enjoy running my fingers up and down his chest, but then after a moment he grabs both my wrists until I look into his eyes.
“You’ve saved this gift for me.”
One of his large hands dips into the water and cups my pussy. I smile and shrug because I’m not sure I’d call it a gift.
“I will treasure it and take great care of you.” At his serious statement, all of my insides melt. “Then we will marry.”