Page 101 of Scarlet Vows
Ilya ends the kiss and starts to get up. “Albert has vacated the room.”
There’s a question hidden behind his light words. I sit up and pull my dress off, along with my bra, and he smiles.
I reach for him and wrap my hand around the hot, silk-covered steel of him, and he jerks in my hand. He’s so big that it’s hard to hold him, and I experimentally pull at him, trying to get a feel for what he likes.
A drop of pre-cum clings to his tip, and I run my thumb through it, making him groan as he bends his head. He kneels and lifts one of my breasts to his lips to suckle on the nipple.
I push him off and start to go down, wanting him in mymouth, wanting him on his back. But if he’s going to kneel, I’ll do it like this.
He doesn’t let me, though. “This is about you, Alina.”
“But—”
“You.” Then he takes my other breast and kisses that too. “Tell me what you want.”
I frown. I want him. I want… sex. I want to come again. I want him to come. I want him in my pussy. I think I want him stretching out my ass, something Max and I did a few times, and I liked it.
But I settle on the simplest answer. “I want you. In me. I want us both to come. But… I wantyou, Ilya. You.”
A small smile dances over his features, and he pulls me down on him, kissing me hard, his mouth exploring mine until I can’t breathe.
Then he flips us so I’m on my back, and he rises over me, pulling my legs apart. “Hold them.”
I do.
It’s an incredibly vulnerable and intimate position. He kneels and looks at my exposed pussy, his eyes at half mast, his face dark with passion and need, and he slowly jacks himself.
At first, I’m embarrassed, but there’s something so carnal about this that I start to heat. My pussy aches and swells with need.
“Yesss… you’re so fucking wet, so fucking open for my cock. I can see you pulsing, inviting me in. That pretty clit is red and sticking up, fully engorged, just begging to be stimulated.”
His words are a jumble of English and Russian, his voice rough.
“Begging,” he says, “to be filled and fucked.”
“Put your money where your mouth is, Ilya.”
He laughs and comes down over me, guiding his cock to my entrance. “Don’t you mean dick?”
The cavalier attitude is a front.
He holds his cock and guides himself to my entrance, running the tip over me, making me moan. Then he slowly pushes into me, inch by inch, taking his time, stretching me, letting me get used to him.
Sweat pops out on his forehead from the effort, and his shoulders are damp where I hold them.
My head spins at this slow, hot invasion.
He’s not being slow and careful because he thinks he’s huge. He’s being slow and careful because he knows I haven’t been with a man since Max. My sex toys aren’t designed to stretch; they’re to stimulate and vibrate. Even with dildos, it took me a long time. It all took me a long time. I didn’t want to sully anything.
But this… Oh, this is worth it. My body craves the fullness and the heat of him. He’s thick, and I feel him everywhere. I’m slick enough to offer him an easy entrance.
When he hits bottom, his balls slapping against me lightly, my pussy spasms around him.
He whispers, “Holy fuck,malyshka. You’re so tight.”
He shudders, and when I try to move, he wraps my legs around him and stays still.
“Not yet, or this might be over before it’s begun,” he warns.
