39. Konstantin
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KONSTANTIN
My mouth closes on hers, softly at first and then growing in intensity as I gradually lose control. I wind my fingers through her wavy hair, and when I reach the end of her dark chestnut strands, I do it again.
Her lips are stiff against mine at first, but slowly, she opens herself up until she’s moaning against my lips, and leaning her weight on me onto her tiptoes to get more of my mouth.
Scooping an arm around her back, I guide her into the grapevines. The leaves welcome us like a blanket, the vines curling up, tickling my forearms. Everything around us is pure green.
But what I see is red—from the sunset to the flush on her cheeks—when we part, panting.
“I’ve been waiting to do this since I left your side this morning,” I whisper.
Emily responds by kissing me harder, her fingers gripping my hair as firmly as I grip hers. There’s no wildness in her anymore, but something else.
A desperation of sorts.
It compels her closer to me, makes her cling to me so hard that an army can’t rip us apart. She sinks into me, giving herself to me in a way that belays her desire.
And her fear.
My cock surges to life when she rocks her hips upward. Her dress hikes up around her stomach, the blue fabric catching on grapevines so it reveals the lacy edges of her panties. I glance down, my blood racing with excitement. She ends the kiss, an unreadable twist playing at the edge of her lips.
“Is this what you want from me?”
“Yes,” I say honestly.
“Then what are you waiting for?” Her eyes flash.
“I—”
She pushes her body into mine with a newfound insistence, dragging her teeth across my neck and drawing an appreciative groan from me. Her hands tug at my shirt, my belt, and the edge of my pants.
“Kitty Cat …” I breathe, overwhelmed at the way she’s whimpering against me.
This feels different somehow. Usually, I’m the one pushing her.
“Take it,” she begs, her lips trembling. “Take what you want from me.” She grabs my hands and brings them up until they slip under her dress. “Take whatever you want. Do whatever you want.”
“Emily, what?—”
She silences me with a kiss, moaning into my mouth as she does so. Her hips grind against mine as she shimmies out of her dress, freeing her perky breasts in the dying sun, and I breathe harder at the shadows of the leaves dancing across her nipples.
“What is the matter with you?” I ask thickly.
“Don’t you want this?” She asks, her voice straining. “Isn’t this what you want from me?”
“I …”
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” She arches her spine and pushes her breasts into my chest. The throbbing in my lower muscles is intense now. Each pulse makes my cock dig angrily against the front of my pants.
She parts her creamy thighs, letting her scent fill the space between us. The haze of desire overpowers my brain. My cock threatens to rip apart the fabric of my pants. The zipper will be warped if I don’t let it out soon.
Pulling her panties to the side, she reveals her clit and the slit of her dripping wet pussy, whimpering softly as the sky turns a brilliant scarlet all around us.
“Don’t you want me to spread my legs for you?” she moans like a beggar.
I’ve never wanted so much of one person. I don’t know what to do with this desire that threatens to overwhelm me.
But this doesn’t feel right.
Seeking release from my buzzing emotions, I nuzzle against her neck, listening to how she mewls. Her thighs squeeze around me, and she pulls me lower to force a nipple into my mouth. She envelopes me in her embrace, until I hear nothing but her pulse and my own. They merge together, a perfect, singular sound.
It’s where I want to be … But why does this feel so wrong?
Why? Because of whatever it is that Alla might’ve said to her? I won’t let that witch hurt Emily. If I have to burn down all of Dubrovnik—no, the whole damn world—to keep Emily safe, I’ll do it.
My brain tingles, warning me how crazy I’m going. I shut it down by continuing to suck on her nipple. Her squeal of pleasure starts to erase my doubts.
“Konstantin,” she whimpers. “Please …”
“You want me to fuck you?” I whisper back, kissing the valley between her breasts.
“Yes …”
She stares down at me, her sapphire-blue eyes practically pleading. I don’t try to understand why this is happening as animal instincts start taking over my brain.
She wants me to fuck her …
But that’s not all I want.
I want to love her. To cherish her. To chase away this change that has suddenly overtaken her.
As I look into her insistent eyes,I can tell that they seem to shimmer from something else … Something dark and foreboding.
Reaching down, I unzip my pants, releasing the painful obstruction between my cock and Emily. She stares as she watches me work, and the haze in her dilated pupils gives me what I’m after.
She sits up and wraps both her hands around the girth.
The dying sun paints the clouds in the distance a brilliant orange, and we both stare as my engorged shaft bounces into the air. Emily exhales, and licks her lips. There’s heat in her blue eyes. It turns them darker and they appear more black than blue.
Licking her palm, she runs it over the pulsing vein on my shaft. I shiver and hiss like a steam engine.
She bends in half until the top of her head blocks my view, and her mouth closes around my cock.
Her tongue plays with the indentation below the engorged tip. One hand jerks me off with immense patience. Her other hand tucks stray strands of hair out of the way to let me glimpse the side of her face, and see the way her cheeks hollow as she works.
I throw my head back with a snarl. Fuck. The clouds are spinning above me, making a pastel scene of blue and gold and scarlet as the sun begins to dip below the horizon.
The world around us seems to grow still, as if we’re the only things alive here. And we are alive . She’s setting me on fire. The exhilaration makes it a struggle to breathe. Air pours into my mouth and my lungs, but it’s never enough.
She’s devouring my cock with reckless abandon. In a way, it’s just like when I fucked her mouth in Buric’s shop.
But this time, I’m not fucking her face with my cock.
She’s fucking my cock with her face.
There is a difference.
“Stop,” I pant. But all she does is go faster, and I feel my balls start to tighten.
“Emily …” I beg. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to cum.”
Finally, she pulls away. The sink strand of spittle follows behind her perfect lips and dances in the wind as she dislodges herself from my cock.
In a flurry of motion, she lies back among the vines and the leaves, her dress hiked up to her waist. One hand plays with her breast. The other splays open her pussy, glistening in the sunset. Watching me without blinking, she spreads her legs wider.
“Fuck me,” she commands. “Now.”
And like a supplicant before a queen, I drop to my knees.
She’s the only one I would kneel for.
As a packman, I’m used to ordering people around. It’s a destiny I’ve prepared for since I was a boy. No one tells me what to do.
No one … except her.
I brace myself over her body. A few vines overlap her shoulders; another fondles her hip, as if she’s a dryad I encountered in the wild, a creature of mythical beauty. I’m entranced by her, but she doesn’t need magic for that.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Kitty Cat?” I whisper.
“Stop talking about fucking me.” Her cheeks glow pink, her eyes are deadly serious. “And fuck me! ”
The final light of the sun is consumed by the sea. Emily’s hands seek out my shoulders, gripping my muscles eagerly as I position myself before her entrance. Cupping her fingers on the back of my neck, she brings me down until she locks her lips to mine. Her tongue pushes into my mouth and tickles the roof of my mouth as she deepens the kiss. Blood rages through my shaft. I aim it against her slit and shove the tip in.
Her moan is hitched. She ends the kiss, biting her knuckle while waiting for me to feed her another inch of my cock. I move patiently because I want to enjoy this. I want … no, need … it to last.
“Faster!” she pants. “Harder!”
My determination is in shambles from her plea, and I obey like a slave to her command. The firm muscles of my torso grind against her soft breasts and hard nipples as I thrust myself to the hilt.
She shrieks. Her hands reach out to grip my ass, pulling me even closer.
I grunt as I rut into her, each grunt comes out deeper and hoarser than the last. But no matter how deep I thrust, it doesn’t seem enough for her.
She digs her heels into my lower back, forcing me to fuck her faster, deeper, harder. I draw my hips away, but she clamps around my body and makes sure I can’t escape. My strokes are fast and hard. The sound of our lovemaking echoes through the vineyard.
“Don’t you stop!” Her eyes are hooded as she stares up at me. A drop of sweat falls onto her cheek, and in this light, it almost looks like a tear. “Fuck me! FUCK ME! Don’t you fucking stop.”
What a dangerous suggestion. I can’t stop even if I want to—even if someone presses a gun to my temple and threatens to pull the trigger. My hips seem to take on a life of their own, thrusting in and out as the sun dips ever lower into the western sea.
A flock of small birds rises to the sky, startled by our cries of passion. They dart out of a nearby bush, their bodies a flurry of black blurs over the pink clouds—the same shade as Emily’s nipples. I pull them into my mouth, one after the other, suckling until they harden into solid buds before I look back into her eyes.
She presses her lips against the side of my neck, and her teeth graze the sensitive skin. “Fuck me like you mean it,” she whispers. “Fuck me until you ruin me.”
And then, she pulls away, lips moving and voice so soft that it’s almost as if she’s talking to herself.
“Fuck me like I’m a whore.”
The small hairs along my body rise from her warm breath. Her ragged breaths skim over my flesh, making a new ache in my lower belly. A place that yawns like a cavern wanting to be sated by something only she can give me.
Chasing the rising lust, I pound into her mercilessly. My arms hook her knees, bending her in half, with her feet by her ears. She shrieks, writhing as her pussy clenches around my cock.
Does she understand just what she’s doing to me?
No … How can she, when I barely understand myself?
She screams, her nails raking against my muscles.
Tensing up, I pump my swelling cock into the depths of her wet, inviting pussy. It bounces off her softness, each ripple of her muscles squeezing me delightfully.
And then it happens.
Her orgasm flutters around me like a thunderclap, her back arches into me, and her nails dig painfully into my flesh.
The sensation pushes me over the edge, and all control shatters as thick ropey spurts of cum flood into her. Emily’s legs wrap around my waist, trapping me to her as her pussy milks me for every last drop.
Whatever reason at the edge of my mind is chased away by the searing heat and bliss of my own orgasm. She holds me there, quivering, until my cock starts to soften. The breeze tickles over my skin, cooling the sweat.
Her eyes are closed, her breathing even. The sunset has turned the contrast up, giving her sharper shadows and paler skin.
“I’m a whore …” she turns her face away from me, whimpering. “A good little whore.”
My heart thuds erratically as I stare down at her. There’s no mistake in my heart now. Something is different.
Emily opens her eyes and sits up on her elbows, adjusting her dress until it covers her breasts again.
“Are you alright?” I ask.
“I’m fine.” Emily tenses up like I’ve slapped her. “We should go back before it gets dark.”
“You don’t seem fine.”
“Well, I am.” Fixing the hem of her dress, and hiding away her lovely legs, she folds her knees as she sits up. “When we get back, I want you to fuck me again.”
Something is definitely wrong.
“Emily.” I reach for her hand and she at least still permits me to do this little gesture. “If you’d just tell me what’s wrong, then I can help you fix it. Please.”
She casts her eyes down for a moment, and I dare to believe that she’ll actually tell me. But when she returns her gaze to mine, the sadness doesn’t go away.
“There’s nothing for you to fix.”
She doesn’t say a word on the entire ride back, and my heart shreds from her refusal to answer until it’s nothing but pieces.