Chapter 30 - Katya
The soft grunt that slips from Sergey’s mouth the moment I take him in my grasp is almost sinfully innocent somehow.
He grips the bedding beneath him, knuckles still vaguely bloody from the fight. His eyes close, and he pulls in a shaky breath, almost like he’s never felt anything like this before.
Every muscle of his seems to flex at once, and his chest rises and falls a bit faster than before.
I watch his every reaction, slowly moving my hand along his shaft and feeling the velvety skin I’ve grown addicted to.
Sergey’s breath catches as I brush my thumb over him, and his hips twitch, but he remains in place.
“Jesus Christ, Kat…” he whispers while the faintest color fills his cheeks. He looks down at me through heavily lidded eyes while he pants quietly. “What are you doing to me?”
I didn’t have any intention of going this far tonight after everything that happened, but seeing him like this, watching the way he melts completely under my touch, I can’t help myself.
Normally, he’s more urgent and demanding, knowing exactly what he needs and wants. But now, he’s pliant and soaking in every second of contact between us. It’s endearing, and I just want to see more of it.
“Just helping,” I murmur, leaning in to press light kisses against his thighs while I continue to stroke him slowly and teasingly.
A small, whine-like sound slips from his lips, and he tenses while trying to hold himself back. “God…you’re dangerous.”
I grin, moving closer while I pepper his skin with affection. “But you love it.”
“I do,” he says breathlessly, bringing a hand to the back of my head while his fingers slowly move through my hair. The moment my lips reach his length, Sergey grunts and drops his head back. “Fuck, I love it…”
Every strangled word and weakened breath sends shivers down my spine, along with new waves of heat through my body. His subtle squirming and bated breaths are all the encouragement I need.
Wrapping my mouth around him, I feel as Sergey shudders, and his groan fills the room without any resistance. His hips hold the tension in his body while he resists the urge to buck forward, and instead, he gently grips my hair, as if trying to soothe himself into calming down.
His next exhale is a shaky one while he waits as patiently as he can for me to continue.
I take as much of him as I can, surrounding him with my warmth while I use a hand to gently cup the rest. My opposite hand stabilizes me against his thigh, and I lightly caress his skin with my thumb.
As hard as Sergey usually tries to hold out and prolong these moments for as long as possible, I can tell he’s struggling this time. Those almost weakened sounds slip from him unbidden, and he feels wound up so tight that I don’t know how long he’ll be able to last.
Still, I keep going, building a gradual pace with my mouth on him.
All the while, he crumbles piece by piece, cursing under his breath while he carefully guides me with his hand, more as a suggestion than a demand.
“Damn it,” he rasps, tipping his head back again while his abs flex, along with the corded muscle running along his arm, while he encourages me. “You’re too good at this.”
His praises send more sparks of warmth through me, and my body reacts without needing more of his touch to accomplish it. His words alone make the want pool in my stomach, and I feel myself softening for him.
As his grip on my hair tightens fractionally, giving away how the sensations are killing him, I pick up the pace, dragging my tongue along his need.
Before long, Sergey’s breaths grow heavier, and he can’t help the way his hips rock forward. A strained sound falls from his lips.
“Shit, shit, shit…” he whispers before sliding his hand to my jaw and gently pulling me off. “Wait.”
Confused, I slide off him, looking up to find his pupils blown wide with nothing but pure lust.
Catching his breath, he visibly tries to push down his approaching release while gently stroking my cheek. Then, with a hard swallow, he guides me up from the floor.
“I didn’t want to come yet,” Sergey murmurs, guiding me closer and tugging at my clothes. His eyes rove over my features with nothing short of agonizing need while he slides my pants down. “I want to be inside you when I do.”
Shivering at that, my vision goes vaguely out of focus while the same desire claims me just as urgently as his touch becomes.
In what feels like seconds, I’m down to my bralette and panties while Sergey hooks a finger in the material and guides it down my legs before I kick it away. His hands are on me in an instant, silently insisting that I move closer.
I’m about to straddle him when I pause, and the haze in my mind parts for a moment to allow a streak of clarity in. My hands rest against his arms. “You’re still injured, Sergey.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
I hesitate. “What about your wounds? I don’t want to hurt you.”
But Sergey looks up at me with pure want in his eyes, and he murmurs, “You make the pain go away…please. Don’t stop.”
Something in those words flips a switch in me, and before I can stop myself, I slide fully onto his lap, pressing against his need.
Immediately, my breath catches, and his grip on my hips tightens while he pulls me impossibly close, letting my hips glide across his.
A familiar fuzzy feeling overwhelms my mind with every brush of our bodies and the resulting friction, and I hold his shoulders for support.
“You make me feel insane,” Sergey mumbles while he presses his face against my chest, kissing the valley of my breasts as he shifts my hips with more purpose.
The second his head rubs against me more insistently, I shiver, and my pulse quickens in my ears.
“I need you,” he whispers, guiding himself before carefully slipping inside of me. His breaths fan against my chest, but the light sensations are immediately overshadowed by the rush of pure pleasure.
We gasp in unison as he slides in further, giving me a moment to get used to his size again before pushing forward and spreading me open.
My eyes close from the overwhelming bliss, and I can’t stop myself from leaning into him.
As our foreheads press together, our breaths mingle, and I hold on while I start moving above him.
There’s something so liberating about the position and knowing that I have control. Knowing he is at my mercy and crumbling bit by bit.
But beyond that, it feels incredible for me.
Sergey hits every place inside me just right, and each shift of my hips has me tightening around him, making him grip me harder.
“Fucking hell, sweetheart,” Sergey barely gets out, unable to resist the urge to thrust upwards, meeting my movements perfectly.
The added force behind it spurs me on, heightening my senses to a point that drives me crazy. To the point where I can’t stop even if I wanted to.
I try to keep steady and not get ahead of myself, but with the way our sounds mingle, and his grip on me doesn’t waver, it’s nearly impossible. Instead, I go faster, feeling every minute sensation.
If Sergey had any restraint left to begin with, it snaps, and without warning, he holds me in place before moving into me at a pace that has me seeing stars.
The gasp he pulls from my mouth makes him grunt while he focuses on chasing after that high we both crave, switching into a primal-like state.
My grip on his shoulders tightens in an attempt to hold on while I forget all about the control I had, surrendering to the all-consuming pleasure he gives me.
It feels like all the oxygen in the room has been sucked out while Sergey guides us both closer to the edge, latching his lips to my neck while he muffles his sounds, rutting into me with reckless abandon.
His hands nearly tremble on my hip and thigh, and I expect him to give in to the feelings surrounding him, but he doesn’t. Instead, Sergey doubles his efforts while he roughly sucks at my pulse point.
My moans become breathier while the pressure mounts higher and higher within me, and my nails scrape down his back. Leaning against him, not wanting to break his rhythm, I encourage him with every sound I make.
“God, I love you,” he groans, holding me close despite his exhaustion and injuries from earlier. It all seems insignificant in comparison while he clings to me like I’m the only thing that matters. “You have no idea…”
“I love you…” I echo, burying my face in his neck while waver after wave of pure, almost agonizing bliss wrack through me. The words come out before I can even think about them, but I know I don’t need to.
They’re true, after all.
Sergey almost falls apart from that fact alone, but he doesn’t stop. He just keeps giving and giving, not allowing himself to slow.
Before I can even think about prolonging the moment, I clench around him as the coil snaps, and I can’t take any more.
His name leaves my mouth like a chant while I grip him tighter and come undone, whole body shaking with the force of my orgasm. Everything goes blank for a moment as the intensity hits me all at once, reducing me to a trembling mess.
Having accomplished what he set out to, Sergey’s thrusts falter as he relents, pulling me in while he follows closely behind. His hips jolt as he releases, grunting against my skin.
A familiar warmth enters me while he stills, making me shudder as I hang off his strong frame and try to catch my breath.
As our bodies stop moving and Sergey keeps his arms wrapped around my midsection, he presses his forehead against my shoulder and takes the time to calm down alongside me.
Finally sated, he huffs out a breath and gently runs his fingers along my spine.
“Christ,” he murmurs, barely lifting his head enough to press a soft kiss against my cheek. “I think I’ll remember that one for a long time…”
Even through the haze of my pleasure, I manage a grin and a hum of amusement. “So will I.”
“You’re incredible,” Sergey says as he reaches up to cup my cheek, brushing his thumb along my skin while he presses more kisses around my face. “I’m the luckiest man alive because of you.”
The sound of our bliss and amusement fills the bedroom while we remain like that for a long while, savoring every second we have with one another.
We’re together. Safe. And that’s all that matters.