Page 170 of The Lazarov Bratva

“Never did I expect to wake up and find you fucking yourself like a good girl, but I’m impressed.” Rough from sleep and earlier emotion, Kristof’s voice sends delighted shivers running through my body, and I lightly flex my fingers against his body.

“Like I said,” I moan softly. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Too irresistible?”

“Something like that.”

Being on top and mostly in control brings an unexpected elation. I like watching the pleasure flicker across Kristof’s face, from the way he bites his lower lip to the way his brow repeatedly knits together when I roll my hips extra slowly. Shadows dance across his body, and only his sharpest of angles are highlighted by the moonlight.

He’s beautiful, and in a way to my eyes, he’s softer. Maybe it’s because he broke down in my arms and I got to see that side of him. Maybe it’s because we’ve survived so much together. I can’t decide.

Whatever the change is, I adore it.

Pleasure builds, and I tip my head back, closing my eyes. My mind hones in on the fullness his cock creates and the building tide of pleasure that coaxes forward with every roll of my hips.

I’m close. My climax teeters on the edge of my mind, but I’m not ready yet. It’s too much, too fast, and I want to enjoy it, so instead, I focus on Kristof.

On how his cock twitches inside me, how his thighs and hips flex underneath me and how his fingers grip reflexively whenever I pause my hips.

“If you don’t keep going,” Kristof says after I pause my grinding for the umpteenth time, “I’ll flip you over and finish this myself.”

“So bossy,” I tease softly, stroking my hands up to his chest and lightly massaging the rise of his pecs. “What bothers you, that I thought of this before you did or that you don’t like being teased?”

“I can handle being teased,” Kristof murmurs. “Your existence teased me ever since our first kiss.”

An age ago. The stolen kiss snatched under the gazebo in the garden of my childhood home. We were both such different people back then that it doesn’t even feel real to think about it.

I lower my body down until my breasts are pressed into Kristof’s chest, with the skin-on-skin contact sending rolls of pleasure through my core. My stiff nipples drag against him as I lean up and capture his lips in a slow, sensual kiss. Despite his threat, I remain in control and he kisses me back just as slowly.

Maybe it’s the softness of living on the cusp between awake and asleep, but everything feels softer. Skin is smoother, heat is more luxurious, and as the kiss breaks, my lips tingle with the pressure of contact.

Soon, my own teasing gets the better of me and I have to straighten up while the rocking of my hips grows more insistent. I’ve kept my own pleasure at bay for so long now that I don’t have the strength to do it anymore. I’m hungry.

Hungry for the explosion inside me, hungry for Kristof’s pleasure, hungry for us to connect in the best way.

My slow grind turns into gradually lifting myself up onto my knees, having Kristof’s cock slide partially out of me, then dropping back down for the added pleasure of impact. I stroke one hand between my legs and play with my clit, mimicking all the patterns Kristof likes to draw with his tongue.

That’s a sharper, more direct pleasure, and a sweeter moan passes my lips. My other hand cups one breast and sharply pinches my nipple, adding the familiar sprinkling of pain to my pleasure. The best of both.

Through it all, Kristof watches me from where he lies. His hands don’t move from my hips. Only his thumb drifts across my hip bones every so often in silent praise.

I love him.

“Fuck.” My head falls back, and the soft tickle of my hair against my bare back causes me to shiver. The warmth pooling in my gut has grown to an inferno, and each rise and fall of my hips falters in the slow rhythm I created. I’m desperate now, and given how Kristof’s snatched breathing matches my own, I know he’s close too.

“Kristof,” I gasp, my head falling forward this time.

Kristof suddenly rises to meet me, sitting up and pressing one hand flat to my lower back. The other caresses my face, and he strokes my lower lip with his thumb.

“Alena,” he groans roughly.

That's all I need.

I come hard, completely losing rhythm and strength in my legs to keep riding him, but it doesn’t matter. Pleasure overtakes me, rippling through me from head to toe, and I close my eyes as Kristof claims my mouth in a loving kiss.

He comes too, with a short, sharp grunt. The sound ignites pride in my chest, and I smile into the kiss as I quiver and whimper through each rippling roll of pleasure that flows through me. His cock sits impossibly thick inside me as my core muscles clamp down and ripple around him, milking him for everything he has.

It’s heaven.

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