Page 66 of Confession
When I’ve calmed down, he goes on, “We can be rough again. I like it too. There’s a hell of a lot I want to do with you, but we need trust first.”
“I do trust you.”
“I need you to trust me when I say I love you. I need you to believe me, deeply and absolutely. And even ifyoudon’t need that? I certainly do. Do you understand?”
I take a deep breath. “Yeah. I think so.”
He takes a deep breath too, relieved. He leans down and starts kissing my neck, bringing back the arousal that faded as we talked. I thread my fingers through his hair and allow myself to make all the little sounds of pleasure that I want to make. He starts stroking my cock again.
When he rolls away from me, reaching to the bedside table for the lube, I tell him, “I might not come.”
“That’s okay. At least, well—is that okay with you?”
“Yeah, I mean, I’m just warning you. I don’t want you to be disappointed.”
“I won’t be disappointed. I just want to touch you and be inside you for a while. That’s all.”
I let out a huff as my chest tightens. I turn away onto my side. Vitali comes back. His fingers squeeze my shoulder.
“Quinn?”
“I’m good. I want it. I’m just …” I trail off because I don’t know how to finish my statement. I’m not upset, not really. I’m just feeling too much.
“It’s okay,” Vitali tells me as he starts kissing the back of my neck, the side of it too. He pumps lube into his hand and strokes my cock. I relax. He pushes my leg up. When his fingers touch my hole, I sigh. He massages me, pushes inside. I murmur and start to moan softly as he stretches and strokes me.
I’m panting by the time he takes his hand away and pumps out more lube. I close my eyes in anticipation as he slicks his cock. He goes back to kissing me—neck, shoulder, back—as he sets his cockhead against my hole and pushes inside.
He glides in slowly, letting me adjust and making me feel every new inch as he fills me deeper and fuller. I’m gasping, panting, dizzied by the strange, slow eroticism of it.
His arms wrap around me. He breathes against me. He starts to fuck me. No—he starts to make love to me. There’s no other way to understand it. His lips brush my neck. His body rocks into mine.
I relax into it, stunned by the pleasure of it. I didn’t think I would feel enough, but I almost feel too much.
Vitali reaches around my hip and starts stroking my cock. “God, you’re beautiful,” he groans as his fingers move from my aching cock to my swollen balls. “So beautiful.”
I moan and push back against him, needing his cock, needing him deep inside me.
He fucks me like that for a long while until nothing exists but his rhythm, his body. Then he whispers in my ear, “I love you,” as he tunnels deep inside me. “I fucking love you.”
He keeps saying it until I’m panting, writhing under him. He says it until I come in dizzying, endless waves of a pleasure like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Vitali groans and thrusts into me as I orgasm until his cock starts pulsing hotly inside me. His teeth scrape lightly on my shoulder as he buries himselfdeep. I thread my fingers together with his and let him milk me with his orgasm.
As we ease down from it, Vitali settles behind me, still buried deep, still with his fingers caught in mine and I tell him, “I love you too, Vitali. God, I do.”
TWENTY-TWO
Vitali
“Ah, fuck,” Quinn mutters.
I peer over his shoulder to see what the problem is. He starts trying to fish a bit of eggshell out of the bowl. On his fourth failed attempt, I hook my arm around his waist and pull him away from the island.
“That’s enough,” I tell him. “Wash your hands.”
“I’m making breakfast,” he protests irritably, resisting when I try to turn him toward the sink.
“Let Sasha cook. She can handle it.”
“Yes,” Sasha agrees. “She can handle it. Go away. There are too many men in here right now.”
