Slowly, the waves ebb and I open my eyes.
Nikolai leans over me, his dark eyes lined up with mine. So caught up in my own aftermath, I didn’t realize he’d shifted.
Slowly, while he has my attention captive, he slips his fingers from me and reaches up to my wrist. He pulls it away and pins it beside me.
“Never cover your mouth again. I want to hear every decibel of your screams.” His words are delivered flat, but firm. “Do you understand me?”
I nod silently, because I’m not sure my vocal cords can work yet. And I’m a little dazed.
I start to slide away from him, but his hands on my hips stop me. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I look down the length of my body and find his hand wrapped around his thick shaft. When did he take off his pants?
“I’m…” I have no idea what I’m going to say, and he doesn’t wait for me to figure it out. In one fluid movement, he’s inside of me. Stretching me. I cry out and he stills. It’s been too long. I’m not used to this.
“Fuck,” he groans, then slowly begins to move. He pulls back enough that his cock slips from me, leaving me feeling empty. It’s almost worse.
Another hard push and he’s back inside, and this time he’s taking no breaks. His fingers dig into my hip as he plows forward over and over again. The heat of being stretched by him morphs quickly into a bite of pleasure that makes my pussy even more slick.
Why does everything he does make me want even more?
His head dips and he takes one of my nipples between his teeth. A quick bite to get me to cry out and then he releases it, a wide grin spread over his face.
Such an arrogant fuck.
It’s not long before the pressure is back. The urge to chase after the utopia barrels down on me.
“Ah, there she is.” He reaches his hand between us, finding my clit easily and flicking it firmly then softly rubbing it in circles. His cock pounds into me again and again.
I can barely remember to breathe, but he’s focused on many things at once.
“Oh. Oh.” I lift my feet, hook them around his waist. I need more, all of it.
“That’s a good girl.”
It’s a pinch.
One little pinch of my clit that sends me reeling over the edge for the second time. I lift my hand to cover my reaction, but he pins it down to the mattress.
“Let me hear you,” he demands as the waves overtake me and I lose control of my voice and my body.
I’m barely out of the cloud before he grips both of my hips and pumps harder and harder into me. The headboard bangs against the wall—a sound I’m sure the staff is used to hearing.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he chants as he chases down his own release.
He thrusts. Again and again, and then yanks back, pulling his cock from me and wrapping his hand around it. I watch, eyes wide, heart racing, as he pumps his cock, releasing thick, hot ropes of cum onto my belly.
His chest heaves with his breath, and he falls forward to brace his hand on the bed.
“Stay here,” he orders, his voice back to being all business, and he gets off the bed. He grabs his pants from the floor and tosses them into the closet before disappearing into the bathroom.
His cum, sticky and hot, rolls across my stomach.
When he returns with a towel in hand, he doesn’t just toss it at me like I expect. He sits beside me on the bed and carefully wipes away his seed with the soft, warm towel. It’s a silent act, and neither of us seem intent on having a conversation.
None of this is what I expected.
When he’s done, he gets up from the bed again and takes the dirty towel to the closet. He emerges wearing a new pair of pants and a dark blue t-shirt that hugs his broad shoulders and chest.