12. Maxim
Chapter 12
Maxim
T here’s no way in hell I’m going to be able to sleep. I’d debated whether to keep the overhead light on, and in the end decided to turn the bathroom light on and crack the door open so enough filters out. I feel stupid doing it, but I need the reminder that I’m no longer in that dark basement. It’s not the light that’s keeping me awake, though, it’s not having Talia next to me that’s doing it. Every night, I fall asleep with her hand in mine, and not having her next to me is making it impossible to fully relax.
I’m just about to get up and sneak into her room when I hear my door open. I watch from where I’m lying in bed, grinning at the way she turns the knob to shut it so it doesn’t make a noise for everyone to hear.
“Aren’t you full of surprises,” I say, making her gasp right before she clamps a hand over her mouth. Her eyes are wide when she turns to look at me.
“You scared the hell out of me,” she whisper shouts, making me laugh. “Don’t laugh at me. I almost screamed. That would’ve been so embarrassing.”
I pat the bed with my left hand and a grin quickly spreads across her face. She doesn’t waste any time. In seconds, she’s crossed the room and is crawling under the covers to lay down next to me. I’m on my back with my arm still in the sling and resting on my chest, so I open my other arm to her, smiling when she quickly molds her body to mine.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d want me to come in here,” she admits in a whisper, “but I couldn’t fall asleep without you.”
My fingers run through her dark hair, already feeling at peace now that her skin is touching mine. “I couldn’t sleep. I was just about to go sneak into your room, but you beat me to it. I don’t think I can fall asleep without some part of my body touching yours.”
“Me too.” She rests her hand on my chest, careful to not disturb the sling and hikes her leg over mine. My body instantly sparks back to life with her so close, but I ignore it, knowing it’s not what she needs right now. She’s exhausted. I can hear it in her voice and feel it in the way her body is relaxed against mine. She needs sleep, real sleep in a comfortable bed and on a soft mattress. There are so many things I’m dying to do to her, but they’ll have to wait. Images of her using my leg to come run through my mind, making me second-guess my decision, but I force myself to remain still.
I keep stroking her hair, thinking she’s already fallen asleep, but then she whispers, “You do like dogs, right?”
A soft laugh escapes before I can stop it. “Yes, I love dogs.” I turn just enough so I can kiss her head. “You didn’t really think I’d make you give up Wallace, did you?”
“No, but it’ll be impossible for me to keep loving you if you hate my dog.”
I smile and stroke her hair again. “I appreciate the brutal honesty, but you have nothing to worry about. I love animals. My Aunt Alina and Uncle Matvey have a German Shepherd named Rasputin, and Luka and his wife have a cat named Pip. I adore them both. I’ve yet to meet Sasha’s dog, but if he can ever train him to not attack, I’m sure we’ll get along great.”
I feel her body relax as she lets go of that particular worry. “Who’s watching Wallace now?” I ask.
“My cousin Yulia. I know he’s fine and being taken care of. I just miss him,” she says.
“He’s more than welcome anytime. My entire family loves animals.” I wave a hand at the large bed we’re on. “There’s plenty of room up here for him, and the house I own has a large backyard that’s fenced in. I can’t give him a large beach to run on, though. He might miss that.”
“He will,” she says, and I can tell that Wallace won’t be the only one who misses the Oregon coastline.
“We’ll figure it out,” I tell her.
“Figure what out?”
“Living arrangements. It’s not ideal that your family is on one side of the country and mine is on the other, but we’ll make it work. That’s what airplanes are for, right?”
“Right.”
She lifts up to kiss my cheek, but I turn my head so she hits my lips instead. I feel her grin, but then she gives a soft moan and deepens the kiss. In the back of my mind I have a vague memory of her needing sleep, but her lips and tongue and the soft little whimpers she’s giving are quickly making me forget all that.
“Fuck,” I groan when she breaks the kiss on a pant. I can see the desire and raw need in her eyes, and there’s nothing I want more than to give her everything she’s begging me for, but I somehow manage to muster up enough willpower to resist.
“You’re testing my willpower like nothing ever has before,” I tell her. I can tell she’s about to argue with me, so I beat her to it and say, “Everything we do together is a first for me, and I don’t want to rush any of those firsts. I especially don’t want any of those firsts to be when we’re both so exhausted we can barely think. If you fall asleep while I’m eating you out for the first time, I may never recover from that massive blow to my pride.”
She laughs and cups my face. “I would never,” she insists, “but I get what you’re saying, and everything we do is a first for me, too.” Her dark eyes run over me. “I still can’t believe that’s true for you, but I’m really happy that it is.”
I reach down and squeeze the ass that I’ll never be able to get enough of. “It’s definitely true, and I’m glad it’s the same for you. We have all the time in the world to do anything and everything, so make a list, sweetheart, and we’ll start checking off the boxes.”
“Have you made a list?” she asks, and I give a soft laugh at the surprise in her voice.
“A huge one,” I tell her. "I started it in the basement. You’re going to be a very busy woman.”
She laughs and asks, “What’s on it?”
“So many things.”
“Oh come on, you have to at least tell me something or give me a hint.”
I give her ass a soft pat. “Do I?”
“Yes. If I’m going to be an active participant, then I need to know what’s headed my way.”
I think over the massive list I’m constantly adding on to, deciding to skip over the things that might freak her out like anal sex and tying her to my piano or bending her over the bed and spanking her until her ass is nice and red.
Instead, I settle on, “Since my arm is going to be out of commission for a bit, it means a lot of these are going to have to be put on hold, but, for starters, I want to kiss every inch of you. I want to see you naked and memorize every single part of you. I want to feel your hand on my cock, skin to skin with no barrier between us. I want to taste your tits like you wouldn’t fucking believe, and I want you to sit on my face and let me eat my fill of you. I want it all, every single thing you’ll allow me to have of you, I want it.”
I feel the tremor that runs through her body at my words, the way her thigh presses harder against mine as she angles her body closer, and the way her breathing picks up.
“You like my list?” I ask, running a finger along her jaw as she continues to rest on my shoulder.
“Yes.”
“Good. I’ll tell you the rest of it some other day.”
“There’s more?”
“There’s a lot more,” I say. “I want to hear your list, too.”
“Okay, but I want all those things you just said, too.”
“You’ll get them,” I promise her. I kiss her head again and pull the covers up higher so they’re covering her and she won’t get cold. “Get some sleep, svetik moy , and wake me if you need me.”
“I will. Night, Max.”
“Night, baby.”
With my arm still blissfully numb and Talia curled up against me with a soft mattress beneath us and no fear of Miguel bursting into the room, I fall into an easy sleep. Unfortunately, it doesn’t last long. Nightmares plague me, and I wake up in a cold sweat after only a few hours of sleep. I’d been wrong about Miguel. He may not have physically come into the room, but I can’t seem to keep him out of my head. I’ll never forget the way it had felt to have him pull each of my fingers out of joint, or the smile he’d worn while he’d done it.
Talia’s heavy breathing lets me know I haven’t woken her, and as much as I’d like to keep holding her, my body and mind are too antsy to sit still. Being careful to not wake her, I scoot out from under her, watching as she grimaces in her sleep and then wraps her arms around my pillow. The feel of it seems to comfort her because she stops moving and lets out a sigh before her breathing returns to the slow, steady rhythm of sleep.
Unable to look away, I watch her for a few minutes, hardly daring to believe that she’s here, that we’re both here, and that I don’t have to let her go. The blanket’s at her waist, but she’s still in her sweatshirt. I may not be getting an eyeful of skin, but she’s still sexy beyond belief and I have to force myself to get up or risk waking her up with my tongue. Just because I can’t sleep doesn’t mean I want to subject her to the same torture.
Usually I’d spend the night working on music, and the loss of it is like a physical ache that refuses to go away. I feel like I’ve lost a fundamental part of who I am, and if I dwell on it for too long, it’s going to drive me crazy.
I slip from the room without waking her and grab a bottle of water from the fridge. The simple act of being able to get more water anytime I want feels downright decadent, and I stop to take a long drink before heading to the soundproofed room my dad had built for my mom before I was born. Her grand piano is in here, a Steinway and Sons Model D. It’s a beautiful beast of a piano that’s nearly nine feet long and has a clear tone that almost made me weep when I first heard her play it as a child. I have the Model M version in my bedroom at the house that I can’t wait to take Talia to. It’s still large at almost six feet, but my bedroom is big enough to fit it comfortably.
Shutting the door, I flip on the light and sit at the bench seat in front of it. The black-and-white keys spread out before me hold so many memories. There isn’t a time in my life when I can’t remember music being in my head. As a toddler, I sat at my mom’s feet while she played, not understanding what it was, but loving it all the same. As soon as I was able to, I was climbing into her lap and trying to play. I begged her to teach me as soon as I could form the words. She hesitated at first, worrying that it would frustrate me or feel stressful, but eventually she realized how much it meant to me, and I’ve been playing ever since.
Until now.
My left hand hovers over the keys, shaky from lack of sleep and fear that something so precious could be taken from me. Hesitantly and with way less force than I’d usually use, I play a chord, the notes both unfamiliar and as natural to me as breathing. My fingers feel stiff, and frustration eats at me to know I’m limited to just five fingers. The song that I’ve been composing for Talia is impossible for me to play, and the more I try, the more angry I become. Finally, I drop my hand and reach for the bottle of water instead.
“Mind if I come in?”
I turn at the sound of my mom’s voice. I hadn’t heard her open the door, but I’m not surprised to see that she’s in here. She’ll often come in here and play at night, but I’m guessing she was also worried about me and knew I’d find my way here eventually. She’s in her long, pink robe and slippers, and when she gets closer, I scoot over so she can join me.
“I thought I might find you in here,” she says, giving me a worried look.
“I don’t know why I bothered,” I say, telling her the truth because if anyone will understand what I’m feeling right now, it’s her. “I can’t play anything with one hand, and the fingers I can use feel clumsy and stiff.”
“You’ll get it back,” she says, and I hear the confidence in her voice. “I’ve never seen anyone as dedicated as you, Max.” She gives a soft laugh. “Well, your dad and brother are just as dedicated with their tech stuff, but you know what I mean. I have no doubt at all that you’ll be playing again soon. You just have to give it time.”
I nod but don’t say anything.
She nudges my shoulder and asks, “What was that tune you were playing when I walked in?”
I raise a brow at the generous use of the word tune and say, “Just something I’m working on.”
“It sounded pretty. Want me to help you play it? I can be your right hand?”
“Thanks, but I’d rather wait until I can play it myself.”
She gives me a knowing smile. “Talia will love it.”
“How do you know it’s for her?”
Her laugh is uninhibited since she doesn’t need to worry about it carrying outside these walls. “Because I know my son well enough to know when he’s given his heart away.”
“Were you always this sappy, or did Dad make you this way?”
She laughs even harder. “Your dad definitely made me sappy. He came into my life like a knight in shining armor and quite literally saved me, so, yeah, he made me the romantic I am.” She gives me another smile. “I’m so happy to see we were able to pass that on to you. Talia’s very sweet, Max, and your dad and I already love her. We’re so happy for you.”
“What about the fact that her family is across the country?”
My mom shrugs and runs her fingers over the keys before starting in on one of her favorite pieces. Like myself, she’s always been partial to Chopin, and the haunting notes of his Prelude in E Minor, Opus 28, Number 4 soon fill the room.
“And people wonder where I got my melancholy side from,” I say with a grin.
The corner of her mouth lifts up as she plays. “There’s a beauty in sadness, a kind that can’t be appreciated fully on its own. It needs the sad to highlight the beauty. They work together. I’ve always been drawn to the mix, and I guess I passed that down to you. The music you create always has a touch of heartbreak in it.” She meets my eyes. “That’s why everyone is so drawn to it. It’s not an easy balance to create, but you do it so easily. You always have, and something tells me that this experience isn’t going to take anything away from your ability as a musician. I think it’s going to strengthen it.”
“Thanks, Mom. I really hope you’re right.”
She nudges my arm and gives me a wink without missing a note in the song she’s still playing. “Of course I’m right. I’m your mom. I’m always right.”
“That is true,” I say, making her laugh.
Taking her fingers off the keys, she reaches over to give my left hand a squeeze. “I promise everything is going to be okay. I won’t lie and say the rehabilitation is going to be easy, but you’ll get through it, and you’ll come out stronger on the other side. Plus,” she says, breaking into a huge smile, “you have Talia now, and that’s going to make all the difference.”
“It will,” I agree, knowing she’s right.
“Now get your butt back in bed before she wakes up and realizes you’re gone.”
I lift a brow at her. “What makes you think she’s in my bed?”
She laughs. “I’m not an idiot, honey. Besides the fact that you’re both hopelessly in love with one another, you also just came out of a very traumatic situation where you were the other’s lifeline. Of course she’s going to crawl into bed with you. Why do you think I put her right next door to you? I didn’t want her to feel nervous about wandering the hallways in the middle of the night.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
“I’d say be smart, but your dad and I really want grandkids.”
“Jesus,” I say, giving a soft laugh. “And that’s my cue to leave.”
She gives another laugh but, thankfully, drops the topic. Instead, she stands and says, “Yeah, I need to get back to bed, too. I just wanted to see if I’d find you in here and to make sure you’re okay.”
Giving me a quick hug, she reaches up to pat my cheek. “I’m so happy you’re safe and home.” Her eyes start to tear up, but she shakes her head, refusing to give into them.
“I love you, Mom,” I tell her. “I’m sorry I made you worry.”
“That wasn’t your fault. You did exactly what you were trained to do, and I couldn’t be prouder of you.” She grabs my arm and walks with me to the door. “Let’s not ever do this again, though. I don’t think my heart can take it.”
“I’m more than happy to agree to that.”
She smiles up at me. “And I love you, too, Max. Now, go get some sleep. Enjoy that numb arm while you can.”
“Night, Mom,” I tell her, taking a left as she takes a right to go back to my dad.
No one else seems to be having any trouble sleeping, so the halls are empty, and when I slip back into my room, I’m expecting to find Talia asleep like I’d left her, but instead she’s sitting up, arms wrapped around her bent legs, hugging them into her chest. She looks over when she hears the door, and the scared look in her eyes has me feeling like an absolute jackass.
“Fuck,” I whisper, crossing the distance and getting back into bed so I can pull her up against me. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up.”
“Where were you?”
Her voice is shaky and raw, like she’s been crying, and there’s enough light filtering in from the bathroom for me to see the dried tears on her cheeks.
“I’m so sorry,” I say again, wrapping my left arm around her and kissing her forehead. “I couldn’t sleep, and I didn’t want to wake you. We have a soundproofed room on the other side of the penthouse for late-night practicing. My mom found me in there, and we talked for a bit.”
“How did the playing go?”
I let out a harsh laugh. “Not so great, but I wasn’t expecting a miracle. It’s hard to play with just one hand.”
“You’ll be able to play again,” she assures me, not a bit of doubt in her voice. “What did you and your mom talk about?”
“You, she likes you very much, by the way, and music and about how happy she is that I’m back. I should probably warn you that she’ll most likely be breaking out the old photos tomorrow.”
“I really like her, too, and I’m glad that she likes me.” She tilts her head up to look at me. “I can’t wait to see those photos. God, I bet you were adorable when you were younger.”
“I was pretty fucking cute,” I say, making her laugh.
“My mom is, of course, pretty smitten with you,” she says. “You saved her daughter’s innocence.”
I fist her hair and tilt her head back even more so I can drag my lips along her jaw. “I saved your innocence, yes, but that’s because the very idea of another man touching you makes me want to burn down the whole goddamn world. I will never allow anyone to hurt you, and I may have saved your virginity, but make no mistake, sweetheart, I saved it for me.”
The hitch in her breath sends blood straight to my cock, and when I kiss the skin right behind her ear, she whispers my name and threads her fingers in my hair.
“I want to feel you against me,” I tell her. “I want your skin pressed against mine.”
I feel her nod right before she grabs her sweatshirt and starts pulling it off. Everything inside me freezes as I watch the fabric slide up, revealing her smooth skin to my hungry eyes, one delicious inch at a time. The sight of her pretty pink nipples and areolae has my mouth watering with the need to taste her. I’ve only ever seen her in a sweatshirt, so when she pulls it off, and I see the tattoo on her forearm, I’m momentarily distracted from her gorgeous tits.
Grabbing her arm, I turn it to get a better look at the bear that covers part of her inner forearm. Her family’s last name is written beneath it in Cyrillic. I run my thumb over it and lift my eyes to hers.
“Someone’s been holding out.”
She grins. “You never asked if I had any tattoos.”
“Is this the only one you have?”
“Yeah. It was mandatory once I turned eighteen. Another protection measure. Although, it didn’t seem to deter the Amaya family.”
I lean down and kiss the tattoo. “It should have, though. Look at where it got them. They’re dead, and their cartel is ruined. My dad told me they left Mateo alive, but even if he decides to try again, it’ll take him years.” I give a soft laugh. “Niki said he emptied their bank accounts. God, I bet he was pissed when he went to check the balance.”
Her fingers run along my cheek as I keep kissing a line up her arm. “Do you think he can be trusted?”
I run my tongue over the inside of her elbow before I say, “Yes. I don’t think we’ll ever see him again. Mateo’s a lot smarter than his dad was. He knows when a risk is worth it and when it’s not. He’ll be a good boss if he can manage to rebuild.”
Resting my weight on my left arm, I run my nose along her shoulder, dusting her skin with the heat of my breath as goosebumps form and her breathing picks up. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, I turn my head, groaning when I see how hard her nipples are. She’s fucking perfect. I lean closer and run my tongue along the full underside of her breast, teasing my way to the stiff peak that I know she’s dying for me to suck.
Her fingers come to my hair as she leans back against the pillow, already squirming beneath my touch.
“You are perfect,” I whisper against her skin, giving her another kiss before running my tongue over her nipple.
She moans my name and fists my hair tighter, holding me in place in case I get the crazy idea to pull back and stop. If I wasn’t so busy filling my mouth with her, I’d tell her that’s a worry she can let go of, because it’s never going to fucking happen. The vanilla cinnamon scent of her mixed with the sweet taste of her tits has me nearly coming in my goddamn pants. My tongue rolling over her nipple pulls another sexy whimper from her shaking body, and I’d give anything for the use of my right hand so I could shove it down her pants and into the tight pussy that I know is soaked for me.
I lift up, and a tremor runs through her when the heat of my breath hits her wet breast. “Touch yourself for me, svetik moy .”
“What?”
“You heard me.” I let my teeth graze over her sensitive skin. “I can’t do it myself, sweetheart, so I need you to do it for me. Hand on your pussy, baby, right fucking now.”
Her breathy moan sends an ache to my cock, and when she slides out of her pants, I’m the one who’s groaning at the sight of her cute little pink panties. Her hand slips beneath the cotton, and I quickly shake my head.
“No, take them off. I want to see you.” I give her nipple another soft suck. “Please let me see you.”
She wiggles out of her panties, and pre-cum coats my dick when I get my first look at her bare pussy.
“Fucking hell,” I groan, watching as she slides a finger inside herself. “Give me your finger, Talia. Let me taste you.”
She obeys instantly, making my cock twitch, and when she brings her glistening finger to my lips, I suck it into my mouth. The taste of her fills my mouth, pulling a groan from me as my eyes close and I savor her sweetness.
“More,” I say, demanding and begging in equal measure. “Soak your fingers.”
This time she slides two fingers into her pussy, and when she pulls them out, I say, “Good girl, now rub your fingers over your nipples.”
Her breaths are fast, and there’s an erotic flush to her chest and cheeks as she drags her wet fingers over her nipples, leaving them glistening with her arousal.
“Goddamn,” I growl, wondering how in the hell I’m going to survive this without coming all over myself. Lowering down, I slowly lick one nipple as she moans my name and rocks her hips up, desperate for me to take away the ache that’s growing between her legs.
“Touch yourself,” I tell her again. “Play with your pussy while I suck your tits clean, but don’t you dare come.”
“What?” she whines, making me give a soft laugh.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’re going to get to come, but I’m going to be the one to do it. Right now, I just want you to tease yourself. Edge yourself good for me, okay?”
“I’ve never done that before.”
“Go slow,” I warn her, “or you’ll accidentally come.”
“What happens if I do?”
I grin and give her nipple a soft bite. “Then I’ll throw you over my shoulder, carry you to that soundproofed room, and spank your ass until it’s beet red.” I kiss and suck the sting away from her breast. “Spanking you is on my list, by the way.”
“You really have been thinking about things.”
“So many things, baby,” I say. “Talia?”
“Hmm?” she moans when I give her another suck.
“Why can’t I hear that wet little pussy being fingered?”
She sucks in a quick breath at my words, but within seconds her hand is between her thighs again, and the wet, erotic sounds of her fucking herself fill the room. That sound alone is enough to get me off, but when it mixes with the scent of her, my hips rock against her like they have a mind of their own as I kiss and lick my way to her other tit. Licking and sucking her arousal from her skin, I lose myself in her until the erratic sounds of her breathing have me giving her nipple a warning bite.
She gives an irritated whimper and then pulls her hand out. Before I can ask her to, she slides her fingers in between her tit and my mouth, so I can suck her finger and nipple at the same time. I’m fucking drunk on her, never wanting to leave the bliss of her body, and when she gently guides me onto my back, I let her. She’s careful to avoid my sling as she straddles my waist, pressing her naked body against me.
“Jesus,” I groan when she sits up and pulls my shirt up so she can rest her hand on my stomach. Giving me a wicked grin, she slides her hand beneath my waistband, gripping my dick and pulling a guttural groan from my throat. It’s the first time she’s touched me skin-to-skin, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming.
“Talia,” I warn when she starts to work her hand up and down my shaft.
“I want to make you come.”
“You’re about to,” I tell her.
She grins and braces her other hand by my head so she can lean over and kiss me without putting any weight on my arm.
“Let me do this for you,” she whispers against my lips. “Let me make you feel good.”
I grin and run my left hand along her body, feeling the soft bounce of her tits as she works me harder, the sexy line of her hip and lower back, and then finally the sweet curve of her ass. I give one of her cheeks a squeeze and then trail my fingers along her hip and then between her thighs.
“This is my non-dominant hand, so don’t judge me too harshly.” I groan when I sink a finger into her, the tight, wet heat squeezing me and sucking me in further.
Her hand stalls for a second as she arches back and rocks her hips, moaning my name and clenching onto me so goddamn tightly.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she moans, rocking her hips and then kissing me hard as her hand goes back to that same rhythm that’s threatening to completely undo me.
Her tight little pussy soaks my hand, and when I slowly slide in a second finger, she gasps and grinds against me harder while she works my dick. Her tongue runs over mine, every part of her so fucking hungry, so desperate for the release she craves, and when I brush her clit with my thumb, she moans and starts to come. Her inner walls squeeze my fingers even harder as her body tenses and pleasure floods through every inch of her. Feeling the way her juices slide down my hand has me quickly following her.
My orgasm hits me full force, stealing my breath and vision as my cock throbs in her tight grip, pulsing my release all over her hand and my stomach. She moans when she feels it, squeezing me tighter and working me in long strokes from base to crown until I’m completely empty and shaking with the force of it.
She kisses me slowly while our bodies come down, and when she lifts her head, I give a soft laugh and say, “Jesus Christ, baby. We’re never leaving this bed.”
Her soft laugh is both adorable and sexy. “That’ll be awkward as hell with both our families here.”
“Fine, after we go to my house, we’re never leaving the fucking bed.”
“Sounds good to me.”
My fingers are still inside her, and when I slowly finger her, she closes her eyes on a moan and rocks her hips.
“You’re very good with your non-dominant hand.”
I give her a wink. “Perks of being a pianist, I guess.”
She gives me a gentle squeeze. “Did I do okay? I feel stupid asking, but I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“It was perfect, better than I could’ve ever imagined.”
Her smile is stunning when she beams down at me. Her dark eyes are filled with pride, and when she scoots down, I let her pussy go very reluctantly. The consolation of being able to suck my fingers clean lifts my mood, and while I turn into a glutton at the taste of her, she scoots down even more.
My attention quickly turns to her when she slides her fingers under my joggers and pulls them down so she can kiss the head of my cock.
“Jesus fuck,” I growl as she gives a soft laugh and slowly runs her tongue up my quickly hardening dick.
“I wanted to taste you, too. It’s only fair, Max.”
Before I can say anything, she wraps her lips around my head and gives me a soft suck that I feel in every part of my body.
“I had no idea you’d be this big,” I hear her whisper. “You’re way bigger than I imagined you’d be.”
I laugh at the awe in her voice, but it quickly dies in my throat when she lifts up to lick my stomach clean before wrapping her lips around my head and giving me another suck. Knowing if she keeps it up, she won’t be getting any sleep tonight, I force myself to do what’s right and grasp her neck, gently lifting her off me. The hurt look she gives me nearly breaks my heart.
“Don’t look at me like that, svetik moy . I’m not pulling you off me because it doesn’t feel good. It feels fucking amazing, and if you keep sucking me in between those pouty lips of yours, then I’m going to come again, and if I come again, then I’m going to need you to sit on my face so I can make you come again, and on and on it’ll go. You need sleep, baby. I know how tired you are.”
I can tell she’s thinking about arguing, probably already has a line of excuses ready to go about how she is in fact not tired at all, but she starts to yawn, proving my point without her having to say a word.
“Exactly,” I say, smiling at the look she gives me. “Now get your sweet ass up here. I never want you in pajamas again. I’ve just made our first house rule. You sleep naked.”
She crawls up to me as I fix my joggers and then tuck the blankets around her when she curls into me again.
“What about you?” She tugs on my shirt. “We both need to be naked for that rule to work.”
“Agreed, but not yet. After our first time, I’ll sleep naked with you, okay?”
“Afraid you’re going to accidentally slide into me?”
She’s teasing, but I’m a hundred percent serious when I say, “Yes, I am. I don’t trust myself to not find you in the night. If I’m naked and you’re naked, my dick will absolutely find your pussy. It’s guaranteed that I’d be balls deep inside you before the sun comes up. I’ll have no control over it, so the pants stay on.”
“For now,” she whispers, giving another yawn.
I smile and run my fingers through her hair. “For now,” I agree and give her head another kiss. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up. I promise it’ll never happen again.”
She nods and makes a soft noise against my chest, already more asleep than awake.