Page 12 of The Rusalka and Mr. Right

“Speaking of curves...” I drop my suit with a practiced flourish and smile. “They’re slippery when wet. Take me for a test drive, handsome stranger.”

I THINK MARINA LIEDto me. I don’t think she was born in a little fishing village and now lives on an antique houseboat. I think she works as a contortionist at some traveling circus because the girl just swung her long-ass leg in a perfect arc from where it was sitting around my hip and pivoted herself off of me like she was executing some sort of sexual roundhouse kick. She twists and lands, ass up, pussy out.

The girl is a strawberry sundae with vanilla skin and a pink pussy. Even her tight little pucker is pink, like a cherry on top.

Test drive? I’m ready to sign on the dotted line.

“Come here and fuck me,” she instructs over her shoulder as she kneels on one of the benches in the sauna, her long chestnut hair spilling down her back. Her fingers reach between her legs, and she parts her nether lips with a come hither smile that would pull a priest out of a pulpit.

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’ve obviously lost my damn mind because I no longer care if someone interrupts us. I will pay the fine, do the time, and even lose my brand-new gym membership if I can put my cock in that magical pussy of hers.

Magical. I keep using that word, and it’s starting to be one of the words I associate with her.

“Didn’t make you come yet,” I apologize—but I’m not going to wait to accept her invitation. I step out of my shorts and line myself up behind her.

“You will. You’ll feel it.”

The second I invade her, I feel like something’s sucking me in deeper. Walls turn and grind on me, a sweet silky hand milking my cock. “You’ve got muscles like nothing I’ve ever felt.” My hands grip her ass cheeks, and I just stand, lost in whatever the hell she’s doing to me.

“Move with me. It gets even better,” she whispers.

I do, an inch at a time, starting small and getting more athletic as she moans. At first, I think her moans are just for me, but then I notice some little mumbles sneaking in between her deep, throaty cries, and her hand slides between her thighs.

Her words sound guttural, a language I don’t know, and her pussy grips tighter and tighter. I’m trying to find that soft spot I found with my fingertips, but I’m in to the hilt, and it was almost at the entrance. I pull back and change angles as I study her restless form, her pink petals flared around my much darker cock.

“Oh!??? ??????!??? ??????,Kevin!”

I think that’s Siberian for “Right there, stud muffin!”

Her hand reaches back and snags my wrist as her ass shimmies up and down, pulling my tip into the spot I’m calling the Magical Circle. It almost feels like a mouth, a tiny little mouth, is sucking on the head of my cock.

“Right there, right there, fuck me harder, right there!” Marina pants.

I obey easily. I want to make her feel as good as she made me. I somehow feel like I’m out of my league, like Marina is a sexual athlete and I’m just the towel boy. But when she comes, I’m in the major leagues.

“Ahhh, ahhh! Fu-uuuck!” Marina’s spine bows downward, and I feel her clinging walls shudder hard and fast.

I don’t even have time to think about pulling out. I’m coming, that greedy little mini-mouth inside of her draining my cum.

As soon as I’m done, I’m dizzy. I sit down hard on the bench beside her, wondering if there’s some sort of hallucinogenic in the pool water. “Are you okay?” I ask. I don’t know what else to ask. I want someone to ask me ifI’mokay because I’m suddenly worried I just had an acid trip.

No woman can do what my woman just did. I mean, my Marina. I mean,just Marina.

She’s not mine.Yet.

Slow down, Ace. You have compromised blood flow to your common sense.

“I feel glorious.” Marina swallows audibly between pants, smiling at me with dazed eyes.

“I didn’t give you my best moves.” I feel like I have to apologize. It was quick. Both times, it was so quick, even for a guy who’s been saving it up for a while.

My head is spun. It’s never been like this, not even my first time.

Sex that good is a gift, and I feel like my appreciation was way below par.

My knees are still shaking.

I reach for Marina’s hand and just hold it for a minute. She’s panting, too, quietly now. My stomach twists. God, I’ve been stupid. We don’t know each other. There’s no one around this part of the gym. What if she’s having second thoughts about what we did? “Come on, baby. Your appetite as big as mine after that workout?”

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