He reaches between us, sliding his fingers through my wetness, and I gasp at the contact. “You’re so ready for me.”
“Please, Aleks. I need you inside me.”
He positions himself at my entrance, the big head of his cock pressing against me. When he pushes forward slowly and carefully, my inner walls stretch to accommodate him. He’s bigger than I expected, and the delicious fullness makes me moan.
“You feel incredible,” he whispers against my ear, pausing to let me adjust. “So tight and wet.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He begins to move with slow, deep strokes that have me arching beneath him. Each thrust hits something inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. I’ve never felt so full or so perfectly matched to another person.
“Harder.” I gasp, digging my nails into his shoulders. “I won’t shatter.”
He responds by increasing his pace, driving into me with controlled power that makes the bed creak beneath us. The sound of our bodies moving together fills the room, along with our ragged breathing and soft moans.
“Touch yourself,” he commands, his voice rough with desire. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
I slide my hand between us, finding my clit and rubbing in tight circles. The added stimulation combined with his relentless thrusts pushes me closer to the edge.
“That’s it,” he encourages, watching my face in the candlelight. “Let me see how good it feels.”
I increase the pressure on my clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. The tension builds inside me like a coiled spring, ready to snap at any moment. “I’m going to come,” I warn him, my voice high and desperate.
“Come all over my cock, Celia. Let me feel your pussy squeezing me.”
His words push me over the edge. I cry out as my orgasm crashes through me, clenching around his cock in waves of pleasure. He groans at the sensation, and his thrusts become erratic as my walls milk his sheath.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He’s sweating and panting, his control finally visibly slipping. “I can’t hold back much longer.”
“Don’t,” I manage to say between gasps. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
The words seem to break something in him. He pounds into me with abandon, chasing his own release. I feel another orgasm building, smaller but no less intense, as he hits that perfect spot inside me with each thrust.
“Celia…” He groans, and his shaft swells inside me just before he explodes, filling me with his hot release. The sensation triggers my second climax, and we ride out the waves together, clutching each other desperately.
He collapses beside me, pulling me against his chest as we both struggle to catch our breath. His cum leaks from me as a delicious reminder of what we just shared.
We lie together afterward, breathing hard and processing what just happened. He pulls the covers over us and gathers me against his chest, and I let myself enjoy the unfamiliar luxury of being held without having to analyze or plan or worry about tomorrow.
He presses a kiss to the top of my head, and I feel him smile against my hair. “I should probably tell you I’m not usually impulsive about things like this either.”
I smile. “Really? You seem like someone who’s comfortable taking risks.”
“Professional risks, maybe. Personal ones...” He tightens his arms around me. “This is new territory.”
I lift my head to look at him in the candlelight. “Good new territory?”
“The best.”
Outside, the storm is finally beginning to quiet, but neither of us suggests returning to separate rooms. Instead, we talk quietly until the candle burns low, sharing stories and trading gentle touches that have nothing to do with passion and everything to do with connection.
I fall asleep in his arms, feeling safer and more content than I have in months. Whatever happens tomorrow, whatever complications arise from this decision, tonight was worth it.
Tonight, I chose connection over caution, and for once in my carefully planned life, the risk paid off in ways I never could have anticipated.
6
Yefrem