Marina #2
Every lap of his tongue pushes me harder until my legs start shaking and I can barely breathe.
Pleasure sucks me under as orgasm hits me.
Waves of it roll through me leaving me trembling and moaning while he keeps licking me through every pulse until I’m spent and gasping.
Then slowly pulls away, blowing lightly on my soaked folds and making me jolt that much more.
Finally, he rises up over me, eyes locked on mine ,and his mouth shiny with my release. I reach for him pulling him close and he kisses me, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
“I could eat you all night just to hear those pretty sounds," he says hastily, nestling between my thighs again. His dick is so hard it physically hurts when he grinds down on my sensitive clit, and I angle myself, trying to get him to penetrate me.
“More… I need more of you,” I whisper impatiently, clawing at his sides to show him how eager I am.
His hand grips my hip as he lines himself up and pushes inside in one long, deep thrust. I moan into his mouth at the stretch and the way he feels so right.
We were made for each other. I know it in my heart, and it makes this moment seem all that much more intimate.
I look up into his eyes as he starts thrusting, and he doesn't look away.
“Yes… just like that." I pull him down until his chest is pressed to mine. I can't see his eyes now, but the feeling of us being joined so completely is going to make me cry. I don't want him to see me crying again.
“God, Rina, you’re so fucking perfect for me.” Stepan sinks his teeth into my shoulder as I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles to pull him even closer. Then he groans against my neck as he picks up the pace pounding harder and faster.
I lose myself in the rhythm, in the way he claims every inch of me like he never wants to stop.
My mind blanks out completely filled only with him and the way he makes me feel wanted and loved in this stolen time.
I know it can’t last forever but right now I let myself drown in it completely losing every worry in the heat of his body and the pulse of his dick, gliding in and out of me.
When he leans down, capturing my mouth in a kiss, my fingers slide up into his hair, holding him.
The pressure inside me builds even after the last release and I whimper against his lips, chasing the feeling only he can give me.
“I love you, Marina, so fucking much,” he groans into my mouth between pants. I almost let it slip too, but his lips cover mine and swallow the words, for which I'm thankful.
He breaks the kiss to bury his face in my neck, sucking at the skin there as his rhythm turns almost frantic. I feel him swell inside me, getting even harder, and I know he’s close but he holds on, thrusting through it all to bring me with him.
The very instant I feel his hot release spurting into me, my body seizes. Convulsions force my hips off the bed, pushing him deeper than ever as his body dumps into mine. It's cathartic and deeply emotional, and I cling to him as he glides in and out of me, relishing every twitch of my body.
Stepan rolls off me and pulls me tightly to his chest. My head rests on his arm as he holds me and presses kisses to my forehead while his cum drains out of me onto the bed. It reminds me of the secret I'm carrying and how desperately I want to tell him, but I can't.
"Marry me, Marina," he whispers. "Let me take you away from that mess that has you so emotional, you can't even open up to me.
" His hand grips my head, with his thumb on my cheekbone, and his fingers curled around my neck so I'm forced to look up at him.
"Please. I love you. Don't go back to him. Be with me."
Tears I've been holding back all night crest in my eyes and roll down my cheek. "I can't, and you know it. It's not about me, Stepan. My family is counting on this alliance. Maksim insists on having me, and what would I tell my father?"
This was a mistake. I should never have come here. Being around him is hard enough because he's so amazing. But refusing him when he's so eager and wants me so bad is killing me.
"I don't want to lose you..." His lips brush over mine, and I think again of how badly this will hurt.
Even if he'd be willing to wait until Maksim is comfortable with me going out, how could I spend the rest of my life married to a man I don't want and cheating on him with a man I love desperately? I'd never be happy.
I lean into the kiss, deciding that saying nothing will be better.
The silence lingers so long, I start to sense him relaxing.
His body is heavy on me, tangled around me, but when light snoring rumbles up out of him, I slowly pull myself away.
This has to be the last time I come around.
Life will be complicated enough without any more sneaking around.
What lies on the horizon is complicated and messy, and honestly, I'm not ready for it.
But I have to walk into it with both eyes wide open and my mind focused. I can't do that if I'm always thinking of another man.
"I love you," I whisper, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before slipping away.
I dress quickly, then sneak out of his house, and I'm three blocks away before I can let myself cry again.
I'll call an Uber and make it home safely, but my heart will always be his.
I don't think I'll ever be able to love again.