29. Emily
29
EMILY
I’ve never had a man prostrate himself for me like Konstantin is. That’s what’s happening. He’s between my thighs, eating me out with the fortitude and determination reserved for a man on a mission.
I came once and thought we’d move on to fucking, but he isn’t done yet.
I curl my toes in response to his wicked tongue, squeezing my knees against his ears. “Oh my God,” I moan as another orgasm begins to build. The pressure is intense. I feel it in my calves and my bones. I bend my spine and grind my pussy on his mouth.
He looks up at me. I glimpse the feral heat in his eyes. Tingles fly through my blood, my clit thrumming as I tense. I suck in a deep breath. Konstantin lifts my ankles to his shoulders. I lock my feet, riding his face as a second orgasm explodes inside of me. It’s stronger than the first. I know I’m screaming, but I barely hear myself.
I hope no one else does.
I don’t know if I’d stop even if someone did come along .
He moves my legs down so he can rise and kiss me. I taste myself on his lips. His chin glistens from my juice. “That was amazing,” I say.
“I want you to feel good, Kitty Cat,” he tells me in a thick voice.
“I want you to feel good too.” I glance at the back seat, motioning at it with my head. “Lie down over there.”
He follows where I look, nodding. Carefully he climbs between the seats, stretching out on his back on the other one. He’s wearing nothing but his pants, the fabric tented from his throbbing cock.
I shove my dress down my hips, shedding it, leaving it on the passenger seat. I’m a bit like a snake leaving its old skin behind. There’s a lightness inside of me. A weight has been shaken off. Konstantin watches as I climb on top of him. I gyrate on his erection until he hisses. “Kitty Cat,” he fights to speak.
“Am I hurting you?” I ask.
He shakes his head.
“Good, because I want to go harder.” I shove my body against him with enough force to make the leather squeak.
“What are you …”
I kiss him hard, still grinding with all my might. My hands wind on his and push them over his head against the door. He stares at me, surprised, then closes his eyes to enjoy the kiss. I keep mine open, watching his face closely, studying how his lashes brush his skin. His beauty mark looks like a solar eclipse in the sky.
He’s a beautiful, handsome man, and he’s all mine.
All the doubt between us is gone now. If I’d known this is what it felt like to let yourself be fully open to another person, I’d have done it sooner. I couldn’t have handled it sooner, I chide myself. I’m barely handling it now. My body is buzzing as I rub myself all over him. I want to touch him everywhere.
I don’t have enough hands and mouths, but I’m doing my best to fulfill my desires.
Reaching between us, I try to remove his belt. He goes to help, but I squeeze his hand to warn him not to. He returns to kissing me, only stopping to turn his face and catch his breath. “What’s gotten into you?” he chuckles.
“I want you,” I say simply, unclipping his buckle. My palm glides over his erection and he groans. “Is that a problem?”
“God, no.”
“Good, because I don’t want to stop. I don’t think I can.”
“I’m not getting in your way,” he tells me. “Do whatever you like.”
Crouched on his body, staring down at his half-closed eyes, I feel powerful. I undo his zipper, tugging his pants down his long legs. The sight of his gray briefs clinging to his cock, barely constraining it, has my pussy pulsing. With one fingertip, I stroke his length, thrilling at how he arches into me for more.
With a simple pull of the elastic, I move his underwear out of the way. His cock arches proudly into the air, the tip glistening. I lick the precum away, then hover over his body, lining up my pussy. Wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, I kiss him while jerking him slowly. I feel ten feet tall right now. I’m in charge. I decide what we do, and he’s abiding by this rule.
“Please, Kitty Cat,” he whispers.
“Please what?” I ask, my voice gritty.
“Give me your pussy. I need you so damn bad, my cock is aching. Let me inside of you, please. I need to feel you; it’s all I want. ”
I thought I’d resist longer, but his begging is making me wetter than ever. Aiming his cock, I settle the tip of his cock head inside. I feed his cock into my pussy, panting in long, ragged breaths with every inch. The urge to take him all at once is there.
Konstantin is fighting his desire too; he wants to grab my ass and shove me the full way onto him. His willpower is impressive.
Taking what I want at my speed feels so damn good. It’s aided by knowing he wants this too. Konstantin is head over heels for me. “Ah,” I moan when I reach the bottom of his cock. The hard edges of his hips dig into my own. Putting my palms on his chest, I enjoy how his muscles feel, every ridge and divot perfect.
Bracing myself, I grind at a steady pace. Every time I rock forward, my swollen clit rubs on his skin, pushing me ever closer to another climax. He’s given up on not touching me. His arms wrap around my waist like a belt.
I’m done with being patient—I can’t handle it anymore. My body has gone into overdrive and I give in, fucking him mindlessly. His cock surges inside of me, rubbing my inner walls. “You feel so good, so good,” I ramble, slamming up and down.
He shuts his eyes, gritting his teeth. His grunts are like an animal’s. I ride him on his leather seats, chasing orgasm number three. I’m not sure who will come first—he has every right to get his after what he’s done for me, but he’s holding back. That’s how dedicated he is to me.
“I’m close,” I tell him, gasping.
“Kitty Cat,” he growls, “Fuck …”
Anything he said right now would be sexy. He could read a grocery list and get me off.
I lie on top of him so my nipples brush his chest. That makes his cock swell so big it almost hurts, but I’m a pleasure machine; nothing can hurt me. The idea of him getting bigger turns me on more.
I thrust faster, our skin slapping together. Sweat drips down my spine. Konstantin’s cock balloons inside of me, tipping me over the edge. I’m being electrified as I come. I squeal, air and noise tangling in my chest.
The pleasure is immense and I come like a firecracker at the same time as he does.
His cum drips down the back of my legs from the force of him exploding. I bounce on top of him a bit longer, luxuriating in the sensation of being filled completely. Konstantin folds his arms around me, holding me on top. I become a blanket and go slack, relaxing there.
“I can hear your heart,” he tells me after a minute.
“Yours is going faster,” I whisper.
He gives my ass a smack and I squeal in response.
“How about now?”
“Jerk,” I laugh, nuzzling him. He lifts me off his cock, kissing me. We curl on the seats, just a tangle of lips and teeth and heartbeats enjoying each other. Who knew bliss could be found in the back of a car in an alley?
My stomach lurches and gives a loud rumble. “Oh,” I giggle, rubbing my belly. “I guess I’m also hungry.”
His smile goes angular. “What do you want to eat?”
I think for a second. “A good panini. Preferably served with wine on a balcony overlooking the ocean. But maybe hold off the wine until a few more months.”
He gives me a knowing look, eyes warming fondly. “And if we can’t find that?”
“I think I can settle for an authentic New York slice.”
“I can make happen,” he says, kissing my cheek. “There are probably five spots on this block alone. ”
“I bet.” I flash a small smirk. “Think they all heard the noise we were making?”
A wickedness enters his eyes. Then suddenly he’s laughing, and I’m laughing. Neither of us cares who hears us.
Let the world know how happy we are.