11. Ciro
11
CIRO
G lass shatters as the frame hits the floor.
The whole wall rattles as she slams me into it, ravaging me.
I shove off the wall, scooping her up, rushing across the small entryway, lifting her off the ground.
Everything on top of the buffet goes down next, scattering, clattering.
Vanya drags me onto her as she settles on top of it, wrapping her legs around me, tugging at my hair, my shirt. Every movement is wild, almost frantic.
And I love the chaos.
We roll to the side, knocking the table over, crashing into the kitchen our lips never more than a breath apart for longer than a second as Vanya growls softly, biting my lower lip. This is what I wanted. That side of her that I’ve seen, the unbridled creature that takes what it wants.
And for every lash of her tongue, I reciprocate.
Her hands grip me tightly, pulling me, shoving me.
So I shove her back, dancing away for a moment, breathing hard, watching her circle the discarded furniture. Stalking me.
I can’t resist her, though.
Leaping over the legs of the table, I grab her again, swooping my hands under the edges of her sweater, up and over her head, casting it aside. All she has on underneath is a tight tank top, formfitted to her perfect, full breasts.
She nips at my mouth, watching my eyes, playing with me.
“I’ve wanted this for too long,” I rumble, leaning in closer.
“Then quit making me chase you, do not leave me hanging again like you did last night.”
It’s hard to believe it was just last night. Maybe it’s cause I haven’t slept.
“What’s the fun in that?” I dodge away again as she reaches for my belt.
“I will show you the fun,” she moans low and sultry, rushing after me. I twist, sweeping around her, coming up right behind her back wrapping my arms around her and biting at her earlobe. She flips around in my grip, planting her hands on my chest and throwing me back.
Now she’s on the run as I push off the front door, chasing her into the bedroom.
She’s waiting just inside, tackling me with a deep, passionate kiss.
And this time I indulge the kiss, drawing her tongue into my mouth, flicking and dancing in a sensuous swirl of toe-curling pleasure. My hands explore her hips, her ass, her back, flicking the hooks on her bra open with a pinch. Pulling back, I tug her shirt up, needing it gone.
She obliges, crossing her arms as I pull up.
Then there’s nothing between us. At least on the upper half of our bodies.
“You have no idea how much I have wanted you. Since the first time I saw you,” I admit, worshiping each of her thick, supple tits with my hands, my fingers, my tongue.
“Liar. You just wanted to see me naked.”
“I mean yeah. But so much more.”
“Show me how much more…”
My hands can’t touch enough of her skin, massaging her sides, back, into the lip of her jeans. Even as her hands scratch down my back, pop the button on my pants. And thank goodness.
My cock is so hard it aches, pressing against the inside of my boxers.
Turning her around, I glide one hand down her front, teasing into her waistline, tickling her lower abdomen. All the while, I cup those magnificent orbs of her chest, sucking on her neck.
“You are something else, Van…”
“I don’t think I understand this saying. What do you mean by this?”
“That there’s never been anything, anyone like you.”
“I know this…” she whispers back into my ear, smiling luxuriously with her eyes fluttering.
My God I want to make her make that face, make her voice do that thing, over and over again.
She slams her hands down on the desk in front of us as I drag fingers down her back, my other fingers still tracing down the smooth curve of her belly. I need to touch her. Like I did last night.
But she thrusts her ass toward me and my hips jolt like we’re magnetic, ramming into her from behind, just hard enough to make her shout, laughing as she rolls those sweet cheeks across my crotch. Up, down, she arches her back, grinding against me.
The desk is our next victim, tipping over as we resume our wild endeavor. I spin her around, locking lips again, tearing the front of her jeans open, unzipping them.
Tracing around her waist, my hands dive into the back, squeezing the sculpted curve of her, just as thrilled as I notice she’s wearing lacey, cheeky, underwear. I can’t wait to tear them off with my teeth.
Vanya bites down on the crook of my neck, hard enough to make me gasp.
As soon as I toss my head back, she drops along my front, kissing down my chest, my abs. Her nails hook my jeans, dragging them down.
Before I can even blink, I’m in her grasp, then in her mouth.
It’s fucking heaven.
Even better than last night.
Her tongue flutters, her lips curling around my shaft. And the way she rolls her head as she slowly takes me to the hilt sends jolts of lightning down my legs, up through my back and into my brain, exploding in little bursts of light and sheer ecstasy.
I could let her continue and I know she would, voraciously driving me over the edge. But I need to taste her first.
And how dare she get me naked with her fucking pants still on?!
Hooking my hand below her jaw, I draw her up, guiding her back toward the bed. Vanya says nothing, her mouth open slightly as she licks her glistening, slick lips, her chest heaving.
My thumb tracks along her bottom lip, around to cup the back of her neck.
Then it’s my turn to work my way down, sucking on one, then the other firm, pert nipple, before I go lower, working the skintight fabric down and settling her onto the bed as I do. With a final tug, I chuck her pants to the side, gliding my palms along her thighs, marveling at the sight of her flawless porcelain skin. And the black lace nestled between those powerful, muscular legs.
On my knees, I lean forward, kissing the line of her stomach, savoring the taste of her as I lick, reveling in the feeling of her smooth belly under my lips.
With her legs, she tries to pull me up onto her but I resist, continuing my venture down, down, down. Right to the edge of her panties.
Only to reverse course, back up, sucking her nipples, dragging one into my mouth, circling it with my tongue, biting the tip of it with my teeth, before moving on to the next one, kissing every inch of the space between. All the while, I trace the lines of the tattoos running down her sides.
I did not expect those…
But they accent her curves. Faint, delicate lines.
Smiling, I hum my enjoyment as she tousles my hair, working my way down again. This time, I don’t pause, kissing the outside of the lace.
Vanya’s legs tighten, so I brace my hands on the sheets, holding my ground. It gives me pause though, and I look up to find her breathing hard, watching me with fire in her eyes. But also…hesitance.
That’s when it hits me.
“Have you ever…?”
“I am not virgin, Shakal,” she scoffs, raising an eyebrow.
“That’s not what I meant. Not sex. Has anyone ever…” I glance down, brushing my lips along the lips of her panties, flicking my tongue against her skin.
Instantly I see the flush in her cheeks, spreading to her chest. The sight of her vulnerable like this, taken off guard, makes me weak in the knees.
“So, I take it Russian guys…”
“At least not the ones I have been with, no,” she snaps, biting her lip apprehensively.
I feel the tension in my shoulders relax and I smile at her, kissing the inside of her thighs.
“Relax…and let me…” I brush my lips down the silk fabric, massaging her hips and ass, disarming her. The soft sigh of surprise that escapes her lips tells me I’m on the right track, and that she’s definitely willing to try.
“Ciro, you don’t have to…”
“I am going to taste you, I need to taste you.”
Vanya’s butt flexes involuntarily as I kiss right over her clit.
“If you must.” Her eyes flick to the side, feigning indifference.
“I must. And you’re going to lay there and come in my mouth and love every second of it.”
Those eyes pop open wide at my bold words, even wider as I pull the black lace aside, dragging the tip of my tongue along her outer lips.
Just like that, we are back in the fever of things, heat rising between us higher than I thought possible. Especially when I slip the thin, soft fabric off of her and bury my tongue in her center.
“Oh, Ciro!”
Closing my eyes, I savor her, taking my sweet time exploring every fold of her sex, letting the desire build. Letting her fully enjoy the experience.
Pulling my tongue up along each side of her, into the cleft of her thigh makes her moan deeper. Dragging the flat of my tongue across her core makes her gasp. Spearing my tongue inside makes her abs tense, her eyes clamping shut in silent ecstasy.
Until a little laugh escapes my lips. I can’t help it. I’m enjoying this too much. But she glares at me, still squirming with my fingers playing at her entrance.
“You’re making fun of me.”
“No, I’m enjoying this. I’m teasing you. I like teasing you.”
“Teasing? I am not sure if I know this word.”
“You know, like when you go to kiss somebody, but you don’t. Like this…” I breathe, pretending to lick her, but staying just out of reach. Her hips buck toward my mouth, a little growl at her lips.
“So this is teasing.”
“Oh, I haven’t even begun to tease you.”
“Keep it up and I will tease my thighs around your head like vise grip,” she promises, giving me a hot look.
Message received.
This time, I only toy with her once before I dive back in, kissing her sex deeply.
Her hips speak volumes as I increase the intensity, circling her apex, playing a fingertip at her entrance. She falls into a tantalizing rhythm, gyrating and writhing to my touch.
I want to take all fucking day, all fucking night. To make her scream louder than she ever has. But I know I won’t hold out that long. The ache in my chest matches the ache in my crotch to be inside her.
For now, I can wait, watching the rapture take her slowly, watching her back arch off the bed.
“This is going to make me…”
“It’s all I want to do.”
“Mmm, yes!” she sings, meeting my eyes with longing. With a look that tells me she has never opened herself this way, never let anyone have the control she keeps in her life.
And that thought alone turns me on more than anything.
Vanya’s mouth opens wider, a silent cry as I slide a finger into her, twirling my tongue around her peak, sucking and fluttering. Her walls shudder around my finger, drawing me in deeper, dipping to let me press harder on the cluster of nerves just inside her.
I can’t resist the urge to reach down, gripping my rock-hard dick in my fist, working it from base to tip. She’s so unbelievably gorgeous. Sexy. Alluring.
I want to worship this woman.
I want to fall apart at her feet and have her put me back together. But at the same time, I want to be stronger than anybody’s ever been for her, because that’s all she does all day. She’s the strong one. Stone cold.
But with me, she can melt.
She can be herself.
A deep moan vibrates through my mouth and across her skin, making her shake. I know she’s getting close.
So I plunge my tongue inside of her as strong and as hard as I can, savoring every second of it. Right before I slide my fingers inside again, redoubling the strokes of my tongue at her hooded summit.
A deep, abiding desire rises in me, an urgency to give her everything. In this moment, to take her to the edge and cast her off into oblivion. Her hips rock up and down, her whole body undulating and pulsating beneath me.
“Ci-Ciro!” It’s breathless, desperate.
Then she’s throwing her head back, screaming wordlessly to the skies, shouting as she comes undone. Fingers clench in my hair, holding me fast to her as she rides the waves of bliss.
Hooking my arms around her thighs, I hold on as she bucks, another scream rattling the windows. Her hands slam into the wall above her, bracing as another orgasm shakes her core.
Then she settles, gasping, a little shiver tensing her legs. Crawling up the bed over her, I take the moment to drink in her form, the curve of her hips, the cleft of her throat, the swell of her breasts.
“I-I’ve never…” Her face says more than her words as I crane my neck down to nuzzle her cheek, kissing her ear.
“You don’t need to say anything, Vanya.”
“I want to say it. I want you. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”
“I feel the same way,” I mutter into her lips and she licks mine, biting her lower lip, testing herself on me.
“Prove it.”
Her calves hook around my hips, drawing me to her, pressing us close. Seating me right at her entrance.
My heart is pounding. Against her chest, I realize I can feel hers too, matching mine hammer strike for strike.
I barely shift on top of her and the tip of me slips in, making me close my eyes, concentrating on not losing my shit completely. She feels incredible.
And she knows it, chuckling softly into my ear.
“Ciro…”
“Vanya…”
“Say my name again.”
“Vanya,” I hum, sliding deeper inside her, unable to wait any longer.
She’s soft as crushed velvet, sleek and tight. Absolutely perfect.
“Oh my God,” Vanya gasps, wrapping her arms around my neck, tilting to take me deeper, seating me within her fully. A deep inhale as she adjusts to my size, her eyes rolling back.
And I am fucking lost in her.
I’ve never felt anything like this.
Rolling my hips once, we get the feel for one another, our fingers intertwining, our eyes locked. Driving into her deeper, slowly, I sigh, leaning down to kiss her.
“Deeper…”
“Anything for you.”
“Tell me you want me…”
“I love you.”
My heart stops beating. The whole goddamn world stops spinning.
What the teenage lovestruck fuck did I just say?
Vanya’s brow furrows, her eyes bright and boring into me.
“I-I…”
Her expression is almost angry, insistent, passionate. Her lip quivers once.
“Do you mean it?”
Time itself holds its breath.
“I mean it with all of my heart,” I blurt out, taking the most horrifying risk of my life. I’ve never said it. Never even dared to feel it.
But she’s right there. Inside my chest, holding my heart in her hands.
Then she’s kissing me, melting into me desperately, our bodies rolling into motion. She envelopes me completely, and I thrust powerfully, a weight lifted from me that I never knew I was carrying.
There’s no toying, fighting. No games.
Just pure passion, lust, desire, love, whatever the hell you want to call it. She rolls, pinning me under her, grinding down on me insistently, rising over me and planting her palms on my chest, taking control.
And I let her.
She’s a Valkyrie, taking my soul straight to Valhalla.
Sitting up, my forearms encircle her back, the heat of her skin pulsing into me, our chests meeting as I pump up into her at the edge of the bed. The sensation is pure abandon, sensual and primal.
Vanya’s head tilts back exposing her neck, her chest. And my lips cannot keep up, devouring her throat, her collarbone, and the peaked tips of her swollen breasts. Ravaging her drives her wild, her hips bucking back and forth over me, grinding my cock inside her.
Silk walls flex around my shaft and I drive up into her harder.
Vanya cries out, clenching her teeth and planting her feet on the bed to either side of me, lifting herself up and down along the entire length of me, pausing at the bottom with a gusting moan each time. She increases the speed, bouncing against my lap, our voices joining as we both get more and more lost in the moment, in each other.
She’s insatiable.
So am I.
“Faster, harder,” she forces out between gasps.
I’m already rising, cupping her ass and lifting her with me, staying tight together as I rush across the room, planting her ass on the top of the dresser and raising her knees higher. Wrapping my elbows snugly around them, I start to pound into her, slamming the dresser into the wall with every thrust.
“ Da ! Ciro! Right there!” Vanya screams, gripping the lip of the dresser. “More! Boleye !
I can feel my oncoming eruption, the aura of my untethering building in my middle, my legs and arms flexed, prolonging the inevitable. She’s beginning to quake inside, the slick of her arousal flooding around me.
On a whim, I throw her legs over my shoulders, folding her in half, getting a better grip, a better angle. Her ankles loop behind my neck, closing her tighter around me as we rocket toward a tumultuous peak.
My eyes try to drift shut, my head tilting back, every other muscle in my body clenched for release. But I want to see her come undone. Watch us come together.
“Fuck, I am…” Her words blur into an ecstatic wail as I barrel into her harder, with every fiber of my being. She’s screaming in Russian, words I’ve never heard before, swearing, praying, cursing.
Her core locks up, her legs quivering.
And I can’t hold on any longer. The rush of her silken release and the grip of her walls around me send me over the edge, unleashing myself.
Then Vanya is rolling her hips to the rhythm of every stroke, dropping her legs to encircle my waist again. She shifts forward, forcing me back, falling, stumbling, and landing on my back on the bed.
Still buried deep within her.
My head flops back, the sensitive aftershocks curling my toes as she twirls her hips, her eyes fluttering closed, a hand in her hair, the other digging nails into my stomach.
All I can do is lie there, still rigid inside of her as she rides out another rolling tsunami of pleasure, this one longer, deeper. Her moans drop to a guttural whine. And I have never heard a sweeter sound.
She’s slowing, her chest heaving.
But I can’t resist.
I flex harder, clamping my hands down on her waist, pushing deeper.
Starting her off on another wave, making her throw her head back, crying out something halfway between a sob and a laugh. The insides of her thighs shake as she locks her knees into my sides.
“Oh, no…no more…not yet…” She drops to my chest, a look of absolute wonder in her eyes.
I can relate.
Every neuron in my brain is surging, flaring in the glow of her love.
Just like that, we’re both spent. For a little while at least.
As my mind begins to drift, the lack of sleep finally taking its toll, I marvel at the feeling of her curled in my arms, nestled against me. It’s a strange feeling. Something I have wondered about. Seen many times.
But never for myself.
Is this what normal people feel like? Is this what love feels like?
Distantly, I feel her grunt softly, sliding into the groove of my arm beside me and draping a leg over me, leaving our disaster soaking into the sheets. And I hear her mumble, slurred and far away, “Ciro…I trust you with my life. Moye serdtse …”
And I’m falling, lost in sweet oblivion, wondering what those words mean.