“I just don’t want you to break my heart.”
Her voice is soft and hesitant and raw, and it makes my heart constrict and tighten in my chest.
I give her the only thing I can give her, the one thing I’ve never given anyone else.
“I love you, Gina, and I promise I will never break your heart.”
Her eyes tear up again at my words, and she looks so beautiful and sweet and vulnerable that I can’t help but move my hips, burying myself even deeper inside her. The movement flips a switch inside both of us, and suddenly neither one of us can get enough. She pulls me closer, running her tongue up my scar as her arms and legs tighten even more around me.
Unable to fuck her slowly even if I’d wanted to, I slam into her at a brutal pace that has her biting my shoulder as she comes again. The feel of her clenching around my cock and the sound of her muffled screams in my ear is more than enough to send me over the edge. With a growl, I thrust into her, burying myself in the wet heat of her. Nothing else exists except Gina and pleasure and the love I feel for her. All English flies out of my head, so I tell her in Russian how much I love her as her tight little pussy milks me dry.
When we’re both spent, I trace a line along her cheek, brushing back a strand of sweaty hair, and press my forehead to hers.
“You bit me,” I say with a laugh, still feeling the sting of her bite on my shoulder.
“Sorry.” She gives me a shy smile, but I can see in her eyes that she’s not the least bit apologetic about it. She yawns and stretches her arms up, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Tired?”
She laughs and says, “I didn’t get much sleep last night. I was too excited about today, and now I feel all relaxed and sleepy and happy.”
“Too bad for you. You said you wanted to wear me out.” I run my hand down her side and under her ass so I can give it a good squeeze. “I am not even close to being tired.”
As if to prove my point, my cock gives a healthy jump inside her, already growing hard again.
“One time with you could never be enough,” I tell her, running a finger down the line of her jaw.
Everything about her seems so delicate. She brings out my protective instincts to a level that I hadn’t even known existed. How the hell will I ever let her out of my sight? The world suddenly seems very dangerous when I think about Gina walking around in it without me right next to her. I’ll just have to be right next to her, I tell myself. Problem solved.
Over the next couple of hours, I explore every inch of her body and make her come so many times that I’ve lost count. She finally admits defeat and lays back on the bed, panting and trying to catch her breath.
“Okay, okay, you win,” she says with a laugh. “You’re impossible to wear out.”
I run my fingers along her collarbone, still amazed at how soft her skin is. “Maybe one day you will manage it.”
Her stomach lets out a loud growl, and she clamps her hand down over it, her face heating up in an adorable blush.
“You are hungry?” I prop myself up on one arm and look over at my alarm clock. It’s nearing midnight, and I suddenly feel like an ass for not realizing how hungry she might be. I need to be able to take care of her, and that includes making sure she gets regular meals and stays hydrated. My mind screams at me that she’s not a puppy, but I ignore it. I know how hard I can push my body physically. I need to be more careful with her.
“Do you want to grab some food at the club?”
She gives a long, languid stretch that makes my brain freeze for a second. Will I ever get used to the sight of her body?
“Are they still serving food?”
I give her a smile and say, “I own the place, Belova. If we want supper, we can have supper.”
I lean down to give her a quick kiss, but as soon as my lips meet hers, time seems to stop. Cupping her face, I slide my tongue in to meet hers, moaning at the way she opens her mouth to me, so eager and hungry for more. If not for her stomach growling again, I would be sliding inside her for another round.
“God, you drive me crazy,” I tell her, forcing myself to stand up.
She eyes my hard cock and bites her bottom lip.
“Stop looking at me like that or we are never going to get out of here.”
“Looking at you like what?” she asks, and she has the nerve to part her thighs just a bit more.
I let out a groan at the sight of her. “Like you want me to fuck you again.”