Page 57 of Forget-Me-Nots

“Fuck,” he said to the sight.

It was so dirty. So hot. So different than how we usually fucked. But it didn’t matter. He could be rough with me as much as he wanted. Because even the dirtiest sex between us would be called making love.

I took him deeper. Deeper into my mouth and deeper into my soul. His hand came to my head, but he didn’t force it. He didn’t have to. I made sure he hit my throat every time. I made sure his cock choked me again and again.

After a short while, his hips started rocking softly against my face. I wanted him dirty. Every time I pulled back, saliva dripped to my naked tits. And every time, I took him back in with hunger. I was consumed by him.

I needed more.

I wanted him choking me until my eyes turned in my head. I wanted his balls slapping my chin. I wanted him filling my mouth with his seed like I came into his mouth so many times.

But more than that, I wanted him in me.

I pulled back, letting the remaining residue between us to drip down my chin. “I need you to fuck me,” I said with a husky voice. “I need you to fuck my cunt.”

Gabriele leaned down with a growl and pulled my hair to get my face in the best position for him to kiss me. “I need that too,” he whispered, and then he kissed me. It was needy and dirty.

Everything about this time was dirty. Yet, it was also beautiful.

He settled between my legs, his thighs parting me for him.

My body under him.

My body, his to use. His to please.

I felt his thick cock nudging my opening. I was so wet I was dripping. He could just get in me with a small movement. But he didn’t. He only teased me with his tip. Rolling his hips and dragging his cock along my folds, spreading my wetness.

He licked me from my collarbone to my ear and bit down my earlobe, sending electricity to my needy body. “You feel me against you, Kira?” he whispered into my ear. His hot breath on the flesh he just wetted made me shiver with pleasure. “Do you want me in you?”

“Da,” I answered breathlessly.

He chuckled against my neck. “I love this,” he murmured and then filled me to the brim.

All the breath left my lungs. His cock was stretching me so good, and with every thrust, he was hitting that sweet spot deep inside of me. My clit was throbbing against his pelvis. Rubbing me again and again. Making me crazy.

His hips were parting me, pressing up to me. His chest was brushing up against my nipples with every thrust. His arms were around me. And his lips were busy drinking every breath and moan I released.

His skin against my skin. It was what people wrote songs about. It was indescribable with only words. It needed melodies.

I still tried it with words. “Ya lyublyu tyebya,” I whispered into his mouth. Into his soul.I love you.

I was too much of a coward to say it, but I also couldn’t stop myself. I had to say it to him. Even if he didn’t understand.

“Ya lyublyu tyebya fsyem syertsem,” I added, and he fucked me harder, deeper like he understood.I love you with all my heart. And I think he did understand because we didn’t need words. Our bodies were aware of everything.

Happy tears filled my eyes, and I whispered, “Ya lyublyu tyebya fsyei dushoj.”I love you with all my soul

Gabriele kissed me. He swallowed my words. My promises.

I repeated them as I came. I screamed them into the room.

I repeated them ashecame.

This was different. This was better. I knew it was, and I did it on purpose. Because the second I threw away that envelope and kissed him, I knew I had to make this one special.

I had to make this one last a while.

Gabriele

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