7. Oleg
Oleg
I stretched out and knew I was smiling before I opened my eyes. And the one and only reason was lying next to me. Coral. My babochka. My sweet little butterfly.
God, being with her the last two weeks had been like a dream. I would have thought the obsession I felt when it came to her would have lessened and morphed into something a little more controllable.
But even then, lying in her bed, as I rolled to wrap my hand around her waist and pulled her into me, I knew I would watch me do this when I returned to my place. I loved watching the videos that were being recorded through her small apartment every minute of every day. She had no idea, and it was wrong, but fuck, I couldn’t get myself to pull the cameras and other devices. Shit, I loved having these simple moments saved on my hard drive. Or when I was working behind the screen, taking a moment to watch her do the same from her laptop that I’d hacked to watch her as she worked.
She breathed in deeply, and I could tell by the way her legs moved and her cute toes stroked my legs that she was slowly waking up. Jesus, she is perfection. Every day, there was something new about her, something I prayed would take the edge off this thing inside me that had come to life when our paths crossed. Something to make me a little less unhinged. But it was the opposite, actually. Every single little thing about her made me hungrier, crazier for her. I was like an insatiable beast who couldn’t get enough of my girl. I was a man who could live a million lifetimes and would always search for her.
“Oleg,” she whispered. “You awake?” she asked, her voice still sleepy.
“Hmm,” I grunted into her ear, opening my eyes slowly. The sight in front of me was so damn beautiful it almost hurt to look at. I loved that she was the first thing I saw every day and the last thing every night.
I wanted it forever.
“I should get up,” she whispered, snuggling her cute ass against the hard ridge of my morning wood.
“No,” I grunted, rolling her onto her back, hovering my body over hers. Coral didn’t hesitate to spread her legs for me, accommodating my big body to fit better as the heels of her feet rested on the small of my back.
“You’re hard,” she gasped, rolling and grinding against me. We had fallen asleep completely naked the night before, and this morning, I was counting my lucky stars. The feel of her wet, warm pussy rubbed against the underside of my shaft, making my feet curl and my hips grind against her a little harder.
It was two weeks after going on that hike, and we had been inseparable.
There wasn’t a morning we didn’t wake up together at her place or mine. Even when she went out with her sisters, who were all suspicious that she was seeing someone. Not that Coral had told any of them about me. I knew because I watched her wherever she was. There wasn’t a security system in all of Moonlit Pines I couldn’t hack to get what I wanted.
Her lips found mine, and for a long heated moment, we got lost in a kiss so passionate it turned greedy. When I pulled away, she smiled at me, her hand stroking my face,
“How do you taste so good in the mornings?” she asked, and I grinned.
“I’m lucky you think so.” I winked, kissing her again, adjusting against her, loving the way she dripped for me. “I should take my own taste test of you,” I growled, savoring every kiss as I explored her body and my hands wandered to her full tits. Ripe and heavy, aching for my touch.
“Yes!” she hissed. “Just like that, Oleg.” I rolled the tightened buds between my fingers, tugging them the way she liked.
“You like my mouth on your pretty little body, don’t you?” I asked as she squirmed, but I didn’t stop.
I peppered kisses down her jaw between her breasts, swiping my tongue around her navel before moving lower. My cock yelled at me, wept in protest we weren’t balls deep inside of our little butterfly, but I wasn’t going to get distracted. There was nothing better than the taste of my girl on my tongue. Tangy and feminine. I groaned at the first swipe, loving the way she squirmed below me. There was nothing better, nothing I could or would ever crave but her.
“Yes, Oleg!” She grinded against my mouth, rolling her pretty hips to get me where she needed me as I pressed my cock against the mattress. “I need you. More, please! Oh god, Oleg, I need you inside,” she begged. I tore my mouth off her pussy and got on my knees between her legs. I looked down at her, pink and swollen, her skin flushed from my attention, just as I lined my dick up with her entrance.
“Say it,” I growled.
“Oleg,” she whimpered as her body shuddered. She was so close with the mere tease of my cock on her.
“Say it!” I demanded, tapping her petty, swollen clit with the pads of my pointer and middle fingers. “Say what I need to hear.”
“I’m yours,” she uttered in a moan, and I didn’t wait. With one long thrust, I pushed my way inside of her, stretching her walls around my cock, molding Coral’s perfect pussy around me until my balls touched the base of her. Until I was all the way inside of her.
“My very own heaven, butterfly,” I growled. It might have seemed like the start of a sweet slow morning, but there was nothing slow about the way my hips worked in and out of her body.
We were both slick with sweat as the scent in the room grew of sex and need until there was no holding back. My Coral shattered below me first. Watching her was erotic and only ricocheted my own release, coming deep inside her, painting her womb with my seed. My body collapsed over hers with exhaustion, the high of my orgasm still clinging to me as she squeezed and milked out my come with ever clench of her body.
“God, you feel good,” she sighed all too happily. “Every time is better than the last,” she whispered the words floating through my own mind.
Too tired to lift my head, I kissed the spot just above her heart, hoping that somehow, I’d found my way there for her. Praying I figured out how to tie myself to her so damn tightly and messily we would never have to live a life without one another. I pulled back, and my slowly softening cock slipped out of her. I watched with utter glee as my spent dripped out of her lewdly. I’d never taken a woman without a condom, and from the first night, I’d been inside her raw. The idea of breeding her was heavy on my mind as I kissed her collarbone and cupped each of her breasts.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” she teased softly. My head lifted off her chest, and her eyes were already on me.
“You don’t think I could get you to finish again?” I dared her to challenge me.
“Oh, I know you can,” she giggled, making her breasts dance under me. “But we both have to go to work, and I can’t be late today. I have a client coming in.”
“How long do we have?” I growled. I watched as she turned and looked at the clock.
“Thirty minutes.”
“I only need ten.” I crushed my lips to hers and got to work.
By the time I was done fingering her, wetness pooled on the mattress below her and she had twenty minutes left to get dressed before kissing me goodbye as I headed home to watch her every move at work while trying to get some work done.