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She’s a little nervous, but slowly she starts to swivel her hips. My hands grip them, helping her move. I can see the moment she feels the pleasure from it. She starts off tentatively but commits to her motions more, moving faster as she chases her orgasm. The entire time, I watch her, ignoring my own pleasure to live in hers.

It only takes minutes for her to come, her body collapsing on top of me. Gripping her hips, I keep thrusting up inside of her before I finally allow my own pleasure to release.

I let myself enjoy the moment before moving her to the side. Taking off the condom, I tie it and throw it into the yard for later cleanup. Then I gather Olena in my arms.

After several moments of silence, she giggles.

“What?” I ask.

She shakes her head.

I tickle her, making her giggle more. “Tell me.”

She smiles up at me. “Well, that took the saying ‘seeing stars’ to a whole new level.”

I chuckle, kissing the top of her head. “I love you,???????.”

“I love you, Maxim. So much.”

She says that like she can’t live without me, but the truth is, I can’t live without her.

She has quickly become my everything.

Today has been perfect. I never imagined life could be this way.

Growing up with my father, I always thought men meant pain and anguish. Maxim is doing his best to shatter every illusion my father has ever put in my head. He is showing me what it means to be loved by someone because he does love me. There is no doubt in my mind.

“Today was the perfect day,” I tell him.

We didn’t even do anything special. There was no elaborate date like they do in movies. We just spent the day together. Something Maxim has made sure we do since we said those three little words several days ago.

“It was. I’m glad I got to do it with you.”

I feel guilty for being so happy knowing my siblings are still in hell, but Maxim has taught me that you have to find joy through the pain. That you cannot focus on the negative all the time. Sometimes you have to throw your hands up and let life lead the way.

That’s what today is for me. I’m soaking in the good before the bad inevitably tears me down.

This is my bubble.

“I’m almost sad to be home and let it come to an end,” I tell him.

He smirks at me. “Who said it’s ending.”

Getting out of the car, he comes over to the passenger side, opening my door. He helps me out, then picks me up over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. I squeal and giggle as he carries me up to the house. With one hand, he unlocks and opens the door. Then he types in the code to the system before walking over to the couch and setting me down.

“Strip for me,???????.”

I shiver at his husky tone as he starts to strip out of his own clothes. Standing, I slip the dress off, showing him my bare body beneath. I never bothered putting anything on under it. It’s felt like a naughty secret the entire night.

The way his eyes flare with hunger tells me that it’s a secret well worth keeping. He approves.

“Turn around and bend over the arm of the couch.”

I do as he asks, trusting him completely. So far we haven’t tried too many new positions. He’s always concerned with how my trauma will affect me.

I don’t want kid gloves, though. I want him.

“I’m going to take my time. You tell me if you don’t like anything I do.”

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