CHAPTER TWELVE #5
There are no more resolutions at this point, only electricity coursing down my thighs to my toes. Time no longer exists. It’s just him and I, like stars collapsing under our own gravity. He is my event horizon, and now there’s no hope of escape.
“Serg…” I can’t even finish his name as my muscles tremble with anticipation.
“I know what you want,” he breathes as I inch closer to the edge. “Come like a good little whore and I’ll give it to you.”
With a whimper, I straighten and then lean back, bracing myself on his thighs as I untuck my legs and plant my heels at his waist. Leverage acquired, I start bouncing on his cock, letting him watch me chase the orgasm. I can barely breathe, it’s going to knock me flat, and I never want it to end.
But the suspense is too much for him. Sergei’s muscles tense, and the bed shudders as he jerks at the straps.
But it only makes me fuck him harder, biting my lip in exhilaration.
I catch a sudden flash of his bright white teeth as a crunch and then a pop reverberates through the room.
He jerks the straps again, this time much harder, and I let out a yelp and collapse as the rail of the headboard splits in half and his arms break free.
“I’m not the kind you tie up,” he concedes, offering me his wrists.
“Then show me what you do best, Zaichonok,” I say while unfastening the straps. “Fill me until I’m dripping, and maybe I’ll clean it off you after.”
In an instant, Sergei lifts me off the bed, giving me a start. He rises effortlessly and a second later, my back hits the wall with a thud, his cock still inside me.
“Too slow, Printsessa,” he teases, slowly pulling back out. “Now you’re my toy, and you will lick me clean after.”
Then he angles my ass against his hips and gently slides in, so deep that I think he’s nailed me to the wall. My jaw drops and I suck in a breath. Every nerve ending fires as he pulls back and sinks in again.
“Harder…harder…” All I can do is let him force the air from my lungs in crackly staccatos.
The height difference is staggering. My legs dangle at his waist, folded in half as I dig my nails into his biceps.
“I told you, you were made for me,” Sergei groans. “I’ll be so good for you. Just let me be your last.”
He tosses his hair back, his words morphing into phrases I don’t understand. But it doesn’t matter, the amalgamation of his deep voice and pleading tone makes my eyes flutter with desire, like an illicit drug that’s sending me into the stratosphere.
“Barrett.”
I jerk my head up to the unexpected sound of my name in his baritone voice and meet his icy gaze staring down at me with an intensity that leaves me somewhere between panic and obsession. His lips begin to move, but there’s only silence.
I love you.
As soon as he mouths the words, I’m finished, like a lightning strike all the way down to my toes.
“I’m gonna—oh, god!”
My nails clawing at his shoulders, I let out a cry, gasping for air as I come while he thrusts fast and hard.
“Ask me,” Sergei rasps, “beg me to fill you.”
Is he seriously going to come on command?
“Please!” I whimper, nodding my head frenetically, savoring my muscles contracting uncontrollably. “I need it! I need you!”
At the last word, he clenches my ass in his palm and I feel the tension hit a fever pitch. I let my legs fall open wider, my eyes welling with ecstasy while he pulses against my cervix. It’s so good. So…fucking…good.
Soon, his hips slow to steady, lilting movements, and he lets his head fall forward, gazing down at me with satisfaction. And, all the while, his lips mouth the same silent mantra.
I love you…I love you…I love you…
Still clinging to him, I feel myself mirror his call with the same words. Silent promises that have been here from the beginning, hiding in plain sight.
Sergei takes a step back and slowly sinks down onto the bed again, still holding me on his lap.
With muscles still trembling, I raise up onto my knees and reach down, taking his shaft and guiding him out of me.
Then he watches in silence as I scoot off his knees and onto the floor between his thighs.
God damn, he’s beautiful.
His skin below his navel glistens with the slick remnants of his cum that ran out of me as soon as I dismounted.
I take his half hard cock and stroke his length, tilting it to the side as I dip down and start running my tongue along his pelvis, licking our release off of him.
I don’t bother covering up the wet sounds and heavy breaths as I move over his body, drinking him up like water in a desert.
And maybe I was in a desert. Maybe he’s the oasis I was searching for all this time.
Sergei rolls his head across his shoulders, letting out a deep moan while muttering something in Russian.
“You know,” I say between swallows, “it’s starting to sound like you’re talking about me behind my back.” I trail my tongue from the base of his cock up to his navel, holding his eyes the entire time. “It’s very rude,” I whisper.
One corner of his mouth curls as he gazes down at me. “I said your love is dangerous,” he replies. “So vast and deep that I could lose myself in it.”
“You’re used to being in control, aren’t you?” I ask, bringing his tip to the edge of my lips.
His silence confirms my assumption.
“I understand why.” I flick the underside of his tip with my tongue and then close my mouth over it, sucking hard.
Sergei runs his fingers through my hair at the base of my skull, cursing under his breath as I take him deeper, licking him clean. “Does it scare you?” he breathes. “Is that what’s making you run?”
There’s a needling in my core like static electricity, making me wet for him all over again.
“No. I love it, Sergei,” I moan, running my lips along the side of his cock, solid and at attention once again. “I don’t want you to stop,” I plead. “I want you to fuck me and love me for the rest of the night.”
Before he can respond, I close my mouth over his tip again and take him all the way in.
He hits the back of my throat and, still, I try to take him deeper as he clenches and massages my scalp.
Finally, he gently pulls out of my mouth and lifts me up off the floor.
My hair still in his fist, he guides me onto the bed and down onto my back.
Pinned by the back of my head and incapacitated, he sinks down on top of me, the desperation gone and replaced with storm clouds behind his ocean eyes.
Gently, he stretches his massive hand over my mouth, engulfing my entire jaw.
He adjusts his hips between my thighs and I feel his cock sweep over my clit as he positions it at my entrance.
Whimpering behind his hand, I fidget uncontrollably, trying to draw him in.
He glances down at my body trembling beneath him and then he lowers his voice to nearly a whisper.
“Look at me.”
I try to focus on his eyes while my chest heaves beneath his weight.
“I’ll do everything for you,” he rumbles. “Listen to you…protect you…want you…fuck you…”
He pauses, and then the corner of his mouth twitches with amusement. His lips begin to move, but there’s once again only silence.
Love you.
With a thrust of his hips, every iota of air leaves my lungs as he drives his cock back into me. No speaking, only the sound of each breath and the slick rapture turning me to a convulsing mess all over his crisp, white sheets.
And I’m here for it. I’m here for him. Only him.
How can Sergei be so stoic and silent with the force of a violent hurricane, tearing me apart at the seams? A lot of people need to hear the words to believe them. But, as much as I love when he does choose to speak, I don't need to hear him say a word.
Instead, I feel the ache, the longing in the silence validated by the heavy pauses and hungry eyes and lingering glances. He’s the deafening silence that’s either all-comforting or all-terrifying.
The silent love.
It’s the only love I want, and the kind that only he can give. Because sometimes silence is more satisfying.
Sometimes silence speaks louder than words ever can.