Page 73 of Vitaly

Her shoulders seductively sashaying, she climbs on top of me until our lips are an inch apart, but when I go to kiss her, she jerks back. We do this dance twice more before I relent and let her come the full way to me, my eyes closing when she rewards my patience with a light brush of her lips.

“How do you want me?”

I open my eyes as my palms find her ass, tight from years spent in a gym. “In every way possible.”

With a tantalizing smile, she works her way to my waist, tucking her deft hands inside my waistband before slowly pulling the material from my legs. When my shorts are on the floor, she positions herself between my legs and pumps my cock that jumps at her touch.

I sit up, eyeing those plump lips of hers, but when she lowers her mouth, I cup her chin to stop her. She looks at me as I guide her up my body until she’s straddling me.

“Not that,” I say with a slight shake of my head. “You were meant to be a queen. You’re never doing that again.”

Her head tilts as her lips part. “Okay… I know that’s what your father wanted, but that isn’t?—”

“I’m not talking about my father.” I run my thumb over her jaw, shifting my gaze between her lips and her eyes. “I’m talking aboutyou. Everything I said about you before was wrong… You were born for great things, Mila Alekseev. It’s a shame a man is required for you to achieve them.”

Her hands sink into my shoulders as she stiffens and her eyes gleam. She blinks the moisture away, saying nothing. She stares at me for what feels like a long time, seemingly thinking of how to respond. She settles on closing her eyes and leaning in close.

Her kiss is soft, relaxed. Unhurried. It holds a passionate intensity but doesn’t say what she came here to. This is something different, a sign of another shift in this ever-changing world we’re creating together.

I run my hand up her back and pull her close as I work my tongue past her lips, arching my spine when she meets me with equal intensity. Without breaking our kiss, she positions my cock at her entrance and lowers herself, sinking me into a warm embrace that steals my breath and halts my movements.

Her hips roll, propelling friction across my length that fires up every pleasure center in my brain, many I’d forgotten were there, many I’d never known existed. Endorphins pour into my veins as a shiver crawls across my neck.

Mila’s tongue still works inside my mouth, though I’ve stopped kissing, too captivated by the sensations thrumming inside of me. A satisfied grunt bursts from me when her nails slice across my chest as she increases her pace.

When her mouth breaks away from mine, she lets her head fall back, her eyelids creasing as she rides waves of pleasure she creates with every grind of her hips. She doesn’t stop or slow down, even as minutes pass. Her pace only increases, as does her rapid breathing, until she finds a rhythm that rises to a crescendo and has her pussy squeezing my cock in a tight embrace. My grip on her waist tightens, and a groan crawls up my throat, hitting the back of my teeth.

A hand slaps over Mila’s mouth as she moans into it, her chest pressed out, her cheeks flushed. I meant it when I said she was born to be a queen, but from this angle, she looks more like a goddess.

She pauses only long enough to collect herself before her hips start back up again, sweat sticking stray strands of hair to her forehead. I bring her mouth to mine and kiss while flipping us over, cool air fanning the sweat on my back. Mila’s legs stick up as I move inside of her, first slow and unhurried, then like I truly have been starved.

She bites her arm to muffle her moans, her eyes clenched shut in ecstasy. Though the reminder that we could be caught should sober me, seeing Mila like this only fuels my thrusts until I’m rutting into her with a desperate force, chasing relief that feels so close yet impossibly far away. Like I won’t be able to reach it in time. Like any moment, a knock will sound on thatdoor and take away the only thing that currently matters in this world to me.

I don’t care about death.

I don’t care about Nikita.

All I care about right now is Mila’s pussy.

“Vitaly,” Mila whines, letting go of her arm for a moment of reprieve. Teeth marks have dug into her flesh, and when she goes to bite her arm again, I slam it to the mattress and cover her mouth with my lips instead.

I’m so close.

Soclose.

My heart pumps furiously as my breathing hitches, my lips hardly moving against Mila’s as I fuck her with everything I have in me until my mind feels like it’s coming apart. Pressure squeezes my balls, stilling me as I come inside Mila, my mouth breaking from hers as I expel the last of the air from my lungs.

Sweat dampens my skin as I hover over her, letting her pussy ripple around me as she comes down from her own orgasm. Her head rests heavily on the bed as her hand drapes on the pillow next to her, heavy breaths shifting her chest.

It’s a solid minute before I work up the motivation to roll off her onto my back, staring up at the same ceiling I was staring up at when she knocked on my door. It looks different now.

Mila nestles herself on my chest while we lay breathing heavily for a long time, not saying anything. It reminds me of the lake, and I wonder if she’ll avoid me again. If this will scare her away even more effectively.

I close my eyes at the thought. I was disappointed by her avoidance before, but I understood. I could take it then.

Now…

“It’s not up to you, you know,” Mila says, drawing my eyes to her. She stares out my window instead of facing me, her head rising and falling with each of my breaths.

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