“Such a pretty ass, taking my cock so fucking well.”
I groan, as he fucks me harder, supporting me in the water. Slowly, he pulls out of me, leaving me feeling empty and wanting.
“What are you doing?” I ask in protest.
“Patience,” he mutters, changing the angle slightly and then thrusting back into me with a long, slow and teasing stroke, pulling all the way out and then back in with such force.
I claw my fingers into his hair, tugging at it as he takes me the way we both love.
There’s no doubt in my mind that we’re made for each other. Two halves of a whole that were always supposed to find each other, even through the haze of darkness that surrounded Gavril.
It wasn’t easy uncovering the light that still existed inside of him, but once I did, it all came together.
“So fucking perfect,” he grunts, his fingers gripping my hips hard as he moves me up and down to meet his strokes. “Touch yourself,” he orders.
I swallow hard, looking into those blazing hazel eyes as I remove a hand from the back of his neck and reach between us, rubbing my clit.
“Good girl, I want you to come while I fuck that tight ass of yours.”
My eyes flicker shut as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable.
“Look at me,” he snaps.
I open my eyes, holding his gaze as I touch myself, pushing myself toward the edge.
“Stop,” he orders.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. “Please, sir.”
He shakes his head. “Not yet.” His fingers move between us and he takes over. “I’m going to be the one to make you come, malishka.”
I try to detach myself from my thoughts as he gives me the most unparalleled pleasure, his fingers dancing over my clit in excruciatingly perfect movements.
It’s insane the way he knows how to play me. As if I’m his instrument and he knows me inside out.
“Fuck, Gavril, I’m going to—”
He kisses me then, swallowing my screams as I tip over the edge. As he sends me soaring into heaven with every touch and movement. My entire body becomes rigid with pleasure as I shudder against him.
Gavril roars as he too comes apart, filling my ass with his seed. Our bodies still coming together in violent thrusts. We remain silent, wrapped up in each other as we recover from our mutual highs.
Gavril’s feet are firmly planted on the sandy floor as he supports us both, cupping my cheeks in his hands and forcing me to look him in the eye. “I love you,” he breathes, kissing me then.
Every time I hear those three words from him, it has the power to steal the breath from my lungs and make my heart ache unlike anything else. He doesn’t say it often, but when it does, I know in my soul he means it deeply.
“I love you, too,” I reply, resting my head against his shoulder as we stay there, wrapped in each other under the warm sun as the soothing waves wash around us.
And I know in that moment my life is fulfilled. Gavril gives me everything I need and I’ll never want for anything again. He’s my world and I’m his and together we can move mountains.
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