He needed to come that badly?
“Rise up.” Holding his glistening rod upright, he maneuvered me until I was poised over it. He tucked the head between my cheeks, against my entrance. Then, with a groan, he lowered me, the tip nudging.
I whimpered as the broad crown demanded entry.
When the head popped past my ring, he lowered his chin to his chest, shuddering. “Fuck.”
“Ah! This is . . . don’t stop.” I felt him stretching me, but no pain.
He shook his head hard, his determined look surfacing. “Relax now.” He cupped my cheeks with both hands, holding me in place. “I’ve got you.”
I shifted my weight to his hands. He lifted me, sensuously lowering me farther. “You’re taking me so good, dushen’ka.” His praise was like its own caress.
I was bombarded by pressure, fullness, even by that sense of closeness he made me feel. Steam shrouded us, misting our skin and slicking our bodies.
“Am I hurting you?”
I didn’t know if I was light-headed from drinking or from these new sensations, but . . . “No, need more.”
Máximo shockeado. I leaned in to lick his parted lips.
He raised me up on his dick, then lowered me more. Up . . . down . . .
“Finger yourself for me.” His accent was so thick.
One of my hands dipped down to my pussy. As he lowered me again, I slid a finger inside. “Ay, Dios mío . . .” My head fell back.
He leaned down to my breasts, his mouth seeking. He took a taut nipple between his lips and suckled. Against the peak, he grated, “Two fingers, baby.” He turned to my other breast, tugging my nipple between his teeth.
When I wedged in a second finger, I could feel the pressure of his cock, pushing against my sheath. I was nearing the brink, but fought off my orgasm, wanting this to continue forever.
“You like being filled this way?” He went even deeper, making me accept more of the stretch.
And the stretch was increíble. “Más!”
“You’re torturing me! I will outlast you if it fucking kills me.”
“I’m getting so close!”
He raised his head. “Keep your fingers moving and look at me.” We met gazes. “I’ve claimed every inch of your body. You’re mine, Katya. You’re with me now.”
My lids slid shut as pleasure pooled deep in my belly.
“Eyes open. Look at me.” His words were a harsh rasp. “You’re with me now. Say it.”
“I-I’m with you.” The double fullness below my waist made it impossible to focus.
“There’s no one else but me for you. Do you understand me?” Lifted up . . .
“I-I think so.”
Lowered down . . . “You know what you are now. Say it.” Lifted up . . .
Lowered—as far as I could take him. “I’m yours! Yours!” For how long?
His jaw muscles bulged, the tendons in his neck straining more than I’d ever seen them. “That’s right. You belong to me. Keep working your pussy, Katya.”
“Oh, yes!”
As I finger-fucked myself, he glanced down and made that growling sound. “Just when I think you can’t possibly be sexier . . . You’re going to make me lose my mind before it’s all through, aren’t you?”
Up . . .
Down . . .
“About to explode, woman.” He gave shallow bucks of his hips in time with my busy hand.
“Máxim, I’m close!” With each thrust of my fingers, my pussy contracted more. “Make me come . . . make me . . . make me.”
“Fuck, FUCK!” Fingertips biting into my curves, he wrenched me up to the tip of his cock.
Heartbeats passed as I hovered, as he hovered . . .
I descended, seated; his seed erupted. Grinding up into me, his head fell back and a bellow burst from his chest.
When I felt his first shot of heat, I whimpered, almost fearing the strength of my own orgasm as the pleasure quickened and quickened and blazed—
Rapture.
Scalding me.
My core clenched my fingers. I threw back my head and screamed, “Oh, my God!” I shuddered and quaked, ecstasy ruling me.
“I can feel you coming!” His thick cock jerked inside me, pumping his essence.
I met his lips, crying out against them. Our tongues tangled as he emptied himself, and my mind turned over from the searing bliss. . . .
I collapsed against him.
“My God, Katya.” He brushed kisses all over my face, murmuring in Russian.
I adored his affection, shivering against him. “Gracias, mi amor,” I sighed.
“You thank me?”
I nipped his neck. “You like me when we get freaky?”
He gave a strained laugh. “You could say that,” he muttered, squeezing his arms around me so hard, I thought I would break.
CHAPTER 31
Early the next morning, I sat bundled in the window seat. Outside, snow fell like crazy.
Máxim slept on. I would get to spend the whole day lazing by the fire, snuggling in bed with him. With my wicked man. I shifted my position, feeling a twinge in my bottom, but it’d been so worth it.
He’d told me I was with him, that I was his—as in, we’d stay together! Maybe he’d gotten excited and said more than he should. Maybe he’d gotten as drunk as I’d been. Though now that I thought about it, I’d never seen him drunk. I shrugged. I’d know soon enough.
Before I crawled back in bed with him, I gazed out through the frosted panes, wanting to memorize every detail of this place. Two ice-covered twigs sparred—ping ping ping—outside the window. Winds began to blow, low moans that wrapped around the lodge and made it creak. Inside, the fire popped.