Chapter 19 - Mira
There was a lot to be said for having sex in a bedroom, Mira thought to herself as Mikhail began to shed his clothes, his gaze locked on hers.
The bed was queen-size, covered with feathery down bedcovers. She wanted Mikhail so badly it hurt, and she almost couldn’t believe that she was about to have him. As soon as his clothes were off his body, he came down to kiss her.
Mikhail melded his lips with hers in a tantalizing kiss that curled every last one of her toes. She clung to him shakily, her hands holding him close as he kissed her deeper and deeper. Her fingers tangled in the hair at his nape. One of his hands boldly yanked her lace roughly, and the fabric made a tearing sound as it came apart in his strong hands.
Excitement roared through her. She’d always fantasized about getting a man so turned on that he couldn’t wait to remove her clothes properly but had to tear them off instead.
“I want you,” Mikhail breathed against the soft, succulent skin of her big breasts.
Mira moaned, shutting her eyes and holding his head against her breasts as she admitted, “I want you too.”
Shyly, her hand drifted down to cup his dick. It was very hard, very thick, and very long. She could barely encircle the width of it with her small palm. He began to rock eagerly against her hand and she looked at him in wonder. His dark head was thrown back in obvious enjoyment as he rocked against her hand.
“Would you—would you want me to suck you?” Mira whispered.
His eyes popped open with almost comical alacrity. “If you want to,” he whispered.
“I want to. I just don’t know how,” she whispered.
“I keep forgetting how innocent you are,” he whispered.
He lifted himself to a kneeling position and guided her onto her stomach on the bed in front of him. He grabbed two pillows and used them to prop up her elbows, bringing her face almost level with his dick. It jutted out proudly in front of her and Mira licked her lips unconsciously as she considered his hard length.
Then she leaned forward and let her tongue flicker out to taste his dick. He tasted nice. More eagerly, she began to lick the tip, drawing groans from him. He placed one hand on her head, holding her in place as he began to rock gently against her lips.
She looked up at him in wonder, pleased to note that even though she didn’t know what the hell she was doing, he seemed to be enjoying it. His breath hissed out in reaction and he grabbed the back of her head and held her head steady as he began to thrust into her mouth.
Mira’s mouth closed around him as she sucked him harder.
Instinctively, she gently cupped the balls beneath his dick and began to caress them, occasionally letting her tongue drift downward to cover them.
He grunted once, twice, as though he was about to come, and then he gently asked her to stop.
He urged her onto her back, splayed her legs wide, and bent to kiss her soft pussy. The feel of his lips there was so foreign and unexpected that she jerked. He shushed her and calmed her down and returned his tongue to a leisurely exploration of her pussy. One finger entered her gently and began to thrust in and out of her wet pussy even as his tongue laved at her clit. His touch was electric down there as he stroked in and out and licked her, as gently as though he had all the time in the world.
Pleasure coursed through her and she moaned as she spread her legs wider, her hips beginning to pump forward of their own volition, eagerly seeking his touch, his thrusts.
With a grunt of approval, Mikhail quickened his thrusts with his finger, going deeper and faster as he continued to lick her.
“You’re so sweet,” he whispered against the soft flesh of her clit as he drank the sweet nectar of her pussy. Pleasure pooled in the lower part of her stomach and she rode the wave, thrusting into the sensation with her hips. Tendrils of pleasure coursed through her entire frame in one lightning bolt, making her arch forward with a loud cry as she thrust her fingers into his hair.
His hard, masculine hands tenderly caressed her soft, silken thighs as his moist tongue pressed against the core of her soft wetness again and again in dragging, repeated motions.
Then she shattered as she began to splinter into a million pieces of gasping, writhing, passionate pleasure. Pussy juice squirted right out of her pussy into Mikhail’s waiting mouth and yet he kept licking her, taking in every drop of her pleasure until the whole world slowly righted itself and stopped spinning.
As she drifted slowly back to earth, Mikhail positioned his thick penis at her entrance and sank into her. Mira moaned and spread her legs wider, enjoying the aftershocks caused by that heavy invasion right on the heels of the orgasm she’d just had.
“You’re so tight, and so fucking wet,” he moaned as he began to move experimentally, stroking in and out of her, in and out, in and out, until finally, he was buried in her to the hilt. His dick was so fat and long that it stretched her to the limit, as far as she thought she could go.
Sweat stood out on Mikhail’s forehead in stark relief, as though the efforts of not shoving into her in one thrust had cost him dearly. She held onto his forearms, striving for control too, because he filled her so completely that every part of her pussy felt sensitized.
As soon as he was buried in her to the hilt, he seemed to lose all control. He threw back his head as his hips jackhammered, thrusting into her again and again and again with a hungry urgency that matched his thrusts.
This wasn’t lovemaking, Mira thought, groaning in pleasure. This was raw fucking, pure and simple; and it was just what she needed. The walls of her pussy clamped down around his dick in frantic ecstasy as he thrust into her.
Then there was no more time for rational thoughts; he was moving in and out of her repeatedly, his hips hammering away at her pussy as he drove them both closer and closer to the edge. His hands roughly kneaded her breasts, his dark eyes scanning every inch of her skin as he fucked her so thoroughly that every cell in her body vibrated with need.
One large hand covered her right breast, kneading and squeezing as he fucked her while the other hand descended to softly stroke her clit. Unthinkingly, Mira lifted her legs above her head, dislodging the hand at her breast but giving him better access. Mikhail angled himself a bit higher, repositioning one of his hands, and began to thrust into her, going impossibly deeper and impossibly faster.
Pleasure built again, in a wild, almost uncontrollable avalanche. Using her hands, Mira spread her legs wider even though they were already up and above her head.
Mikhail gave a grunt of masculine approval, going deeper still and faster, burying himself in her to the hilt. Finally, he stopped thrusting, dragged her to her knees, and positioned her to lean against the headboard of the bed. He spread her legs wide and entered her from behind. This time both his hands clutched her breasts as he dragged her backward against him.
He dipped one hand in front of her and began to caress her clitoris as he fucked her harder and harder, his grunts of pleasure mingling with her moans. His fat length glided easily in and out, eased by her incredible wetness and his.
The sensation from every bit of flesh was so much that she could barely control herself anymore. With a loud shout, Mira came noisily, screaming as she clenched and unclenched around Mikhail’s long, thick dick. Unbidden, her hips twisted in tight small circles as she came, effectively changing the rhythm of their lovemaking.
Her pleasure forced his to the peak and he also began to groan her name in a hoarse, guttural tone as he poured his seed into her wet, tight, waiting pussy, shuddering as his powerful control broke into a million pieces.
Her hips continued to rotate and twist helplessly, in response to the aftershocks of keening pleasure. More pleasure began to build again, and unbidden, she began to twist and undulate her waist, moaning hungrily.
Her motions triggered Mikhail again, and he cursed as he began to thrust again, going harder and faster. His thrusts pressed him against her G-spot and she moaned as pleasure streaked through her. Then he was coming again, pouring more of his seed deep into her wet, willing pussy.
They both collapsed onto the bed, spent and deliciously exhausted.
He pressed a kiss to her temple.
Mikhail’s mouth sought her nipple and closed around it, sucking lazily as she began to drift off to sleep. One large hand made its way to her pussy and began to lazily flick against her clit again.
Mira popped open one eye as she looked up at him. “Don’t get me all started up unless you have the energy to go again.”
He chuckled. “I can go as many times as you need me to, baby. The only thing is, I’ve come twice in quick succession. If we go again, I might not come for the next hour.”
Mira was impressed. “Is that so? You really do last a long time in bed, don’t you?”
He chuckled but said nothing.
“Oh, don’t be modest,” she chided, leaning up on one elbow. “Tell me.”
He shrugged. “A gentleman never kisses and tells.”
Just like that, a memory of Alena’s parting shot rang in Mira’s mind, and her enjoyment of their fucking began to recede.
She frowned at him. “Was that it? Were you thinking of Alena just now?”
He frowned, looking completely amazed. “What?”
“Admit it,” she ordered, yanking herself out of his arms and jerking out of the bed. “You were with me and thinking of her, weren’t you? Just like she said.”
“For goodness’ sake, Mira, you’re going off on a wild tangent. You just asked me if—”
“Yes, if you could last long in bed, I didn’t ask you to invite her into bed with us,” she cried. “She was right, wasn’t she? All the while you were making love to me, you were thinking of her, right?”
“I don’t believe this,” he muttered, getting to his feet and now looking angry too.
“Believe it. And do us both a favor and get out,” she ordered in a chilling voice that brooked no argument.
It was a measure of how completely at home in his own skin Mikhail was that he didn’t even bother to pick up his clothes as he left. He just stalked out, stark naked, from her room. He didn’t bang on the door either. He just shut it as politely as he could.
When she heard the near-silent sound of the door hitting the doorframe, Mira let herself slide onto her bed and burst into tears. She wasn’t even sure why she was upset. She just knew that she had lashed out at him because, deep down, she wasn’t satisfied.
True, he had satisfied her body and made her come, but as silent sobs racked her body, she felt as though there was something she wanted from him that he was unable to give her. The worst part was, she didn’t even know what it was.
She just knew that only Mikhail could give it to her—just as soon as she could put a name to it.