Stepan
Ihave never felt more at ease around a woman before and I can't tell if that's a good thing or a dangerous thing.
Marina clings to my arm as I walk her up to the front door of the safehouse.
I can't take her to my place. It's too risky and farther away.
Besides, the whole ride over was a yo-yo between charged silence and dirty flirting.
I have her right in the palm of my hand, though I'm painfully aware of how much effect she's having on me too.
"Wow, this is nice," she mumbles, looking down at the landscaping as we step up onto the porch. I unlock and push the door open, letting her in. Then I glance over my shoulder to see if anyone has followed us. I'm no fool. If her father sent men to track her or follow her, I'm taking a huge risk.
"I try to make things nice," I tell her absently, but the street is clear and I don't see any signs of any cars out here.
I walk in and shut the door, dropping my key, wallet, and phone on the stand beside the door, then I turn my full attention toward her. Her eyes rake over me and I see only the faintest hint of hesitation.
"So?" she says, nervously biting her lower lip. I step forward until we're almost touching and my hands clamp onto her hips so I can haul her against me. She makes a small, hungry sound in her throat before her mouth crashes into mine.
The kiss is messy—tongues sliding, teeth clashing at first. I groan when her nails dig into my neck and pull me against her harder.
She tastes like the sweet coffee she's been drinking, and I pry the purse from her hands and drop it on the floor before I start backing her across my living room.
When her body stops moving and my hips press against hers, I know she's pinned between me and the couch.
"Stepan," she whispers, but I'm in no mood for talking. The moment has finally arrived for me to take what I've been craving, and I'm not a patient man.
"Shh," I whisper as I grab her ass and grind against her. "If you want me to stop, just say so. Otherwise, let me work."
Marina whimpers and arches her head back while I suck at her pulse point, but she doesn’t push me away.
She hops up to perch on the back of the couch, thighs parting enough for me to step between them.
My palms slide upward, tracing the curve of her hips, then higher to the buttons of her shirt.
I pop the first one open, then the next, fingers brushing the bare skin revealed underneath—no bra, just the soft swell of her breasts coming into view.
Her nipples are already tight, dark points begging for attention.
"Off," I mutter against her mouth.
She shrugs out of the shirt while I yank it down her arms. It falls behind her and my hands cover her tits immediately, squeezing until she arches forward with a sharp breath, pressing harder into my palms. I pinch both nipples lightly between thumb and forefinger, rolling them, tugging just enough to make her gasp.
"God, that sound... You're making my dick so hard, Marina." And it's true. This isn't just for her. I may be doing a job, but she really has me going. I'm rock hard, aching to be buried in her, but first I want to hear her scream.
I drop lower, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her pants.
The zipper comes down with a quick rasp and I shove the fabric past her hips.
She lifts to help, hastily kicking the pants off along with her shoes.
Black lace panties cling to her now, already damp at the center.
I drag them down her thighs, letting them pool at her ankles before she kicks them off too.
She's bare, pussy lips swollen and slick, glistening for me like she's begging.
"I—" she starts but I kiss her hard, cutting her off.
"I said, no talking. Let me work..." The lust in her eyes is infectious. She wants this as bad as me.
I sink to my knees between her spread thighs as she leans back, offering herself completely. I grip her hips and drag her forward until her ass sits right on the wide backrest, legs hooked over my shoulders, and then I dig in.
I drag my tongue along her slit from bottom to top, tasting the sharp salt of her arousal. She jerks and groans so I do it again, pressing the flat of my tongue firmer this time, letting it glide over her clit at the crest. Her hips twitch forward, chasing the pressure.
"Again," she breathes. She's practically panting already, so easy to please. "Do it again."
I circle her clit with broad, wet strokes, then switch to quick, direct flicks right over the sensitive bud—sharp little pulses that make her thighs start to shake.
She buries her fingers in my hair, tugging me closer, holding me pinned as I suck the swollen bud between my lips, starting gentle, then building suction until her back bows.
My tongue keeps flicking and pulsing inside the seal of my mouth while I draw harder.
Her breathing fractures into short, ragged bursts. "Fuck—keep going."
I slide two fingers into her slick entrance, curling them upward to stroke that ridged patch just inside.
She's drenched. Her wetness coats my knuckles and drips down my wrist as I pump in and out, matching the rhythm of my mouth.
She starts grinding against my face, rolling her hips shamelessly, fucking herself on my tongue and fingers without hesitation.
"So close—don't stop."
I suck harder, fingers plunging deeper, and she breaks with a choked cry, thighs clamping around my head as her orgasm slams through her.
Her pussy spasms in hard, fluttering waves around my fingers, fresh moisture floods my tongue.
But I keep licking and stroking through every pulse, every shudder, dragging the pleasure out until her hips jerk sideways and she shoves weakly at my forehead, too sensitive to take more.
I pull back and suck my fingers clean as I look up at her.
She looks wrecked—cheeks flushed dark, eyes glassy and heavy-lidded.
She's so beautiful this way, but I need release now.
I'm not even thinking about the job or how Orlov will react to this.
All I can think about is how badly I want to be inside her and how good this will feel.
"Turn over," I tell her.
She slides off the couch on unsteady legs and I wrap my arms around her, turning her gently. When she's facing away from me, I bite the top of her shoulder and then lick it to soothe it.
"That felt amazing," she mewls, arching her head back to rest on my shoulder, but I'm not done.
"I want more, baby," I tell her, pressing kisses to the top of her shoulder.
"Stepan," she mumbles, and I only half hear her. "I just want you to know I'm not... I mean... this is..."
It makes me pause for a second, holding her against my body while my dick throbs." You want me to stop?"
"God, no!" she says, chuckling. "I just... I've only had sex once and it wasn't really that good and..."
I growl low in my chest as I realize what she's saying. She's not a virgin but she's not shying away from me. God, that's so fucking hot.
"Don't worry. You'll be perfect, okay? Let me make this about you..." I press her shoulder gently and she folds, bending over the couch until her elbows are buried in the cushion and her hair is draped over her face. Her pussy is still flushed and dripping, lips parted and swollen from my mouth.
I shove my jeans and boxers down and kick them aside and my dick springs up, slapping my belly. Then I peel my shirt off and fist the base of my dick, dragging the tip through her folds, coating myself in her wetness until I'm slick from root to tip. She pushes back against me whimpering.
"Don’t tease me, Stepan," she moans.
I press at her entrance and thrust in one long, smooth glide, sinking deep until my hips meet her ass. She's scorching, impossibly tight, walls gripping me like they never want to let go, and we both groan at the stretch.
"Jesus," I mutter through gritted teeth. She's not wrong. This pussy is completely unfucked and ready to be destroyed and I am one lucky man to be the one to truly claim it. That does things to my head I may not be able to undo.
She rocks backward, taking me even deeper, urging me on, so I pull out until just my head remains, then slam back in, setting a hard, steady rhythm. Wet slaps fill the room with every collision, and her soft, broken moans hit every time I bottom out.
"Harder," she demands.
I clamp both hands on her hips, fingers sinking into soft flesh, and give it to her in long, brutal strokes that make the couch frame creak and shift forward with each drive. When I reach around to find her clit, her folds are so soaked my fingers slide effortlessly over the swollen numb.
She moans louder, shoving back to meet every thrust. "Yes. Oh, my God, just like that—"
Her walls start fluttering again, already climbing toward another peak, as I shift my angle, driving deeper on every forward snap. Sweat beads on my skin, drips down my spine in thin rivulets, and I'm gonna come so hard, she feels it for days.
"Come on my cock," I growl low. "Squeeze me—give it to me."
She reaches back blindly, nails digging into my thigh. "Yes... please..."
I drive faster, deeper, as her moans turn into sharp, desperate cries. Her whole body locks up and her back bows sharply as she chokes out. "Coming—fuck, yes!"
She clamps down on me, spasming around my dick in fierce, rhythmic pulses that milk me from base to tip.
The grip is devastating. It drags me straight to the edge.
I keep thrusting through her climax, chasing my own release.
And her pussy keeps fluttering, pulling me deeper with every aftershock.
Heat coils tight in my gut, balls drawing up until I can't stand it.
"Oh, holy fuck, yes," I growl as I feel it break loose.