Stepan #2
Then I lean down and kiss her, swallowing her next whimper as I angle my hips to intensify her pleasure.
She tightens around me instantly, her breath hitching, and I keep going, driving into her again and again.
Her hands roam over my back, nails scratching lightly, and it only spurs me on more.
I pull her closer to the edge of the bed, her ass right at the brink, and push deeper, feeling my dick hit her back wall and make her jolt.
"You feel so good," I growl, feeling myself get closer.
The pleasure builds e with every stroke.
When I finally blow, it's gonna be the best orgasm of my life.
I reach between us and find her clit again, rubbing while I keep pumping into her, and she bucks against me, her moans getting louder and more desperate.
She's close again, I can feel it in the way she squeezes me.
"You keep squeezing me like that, and it's over."
"Fuck... Oh, God... I'm so close." Marina's whimpers only make me harder.
"You want to come again?" I watch as her eyes open and rise to meet mine. Her pupils are blown wide, mouth open panting, and she nods. So I lean down and bite her earlobe. "Then come again for me," I tell her, my mouth against her ear. "I want to feel you come while I'm inside you."
"Yes," she pants. "I'm so close. Keep going."
She does, her body seizing up as another orgasm crashes through her.
Her inner muscles lock down around me in strong, rhythmic waves, squeezing and releasing over and over as the pleasure tears through her.
Her back arches hard off the bed while her legs tighten around my waist, pulling me even deeper.
I feel every pulse of her release as she comes so hard, her whole body trembles and shakes with the intensity of it.
Her nails dig into my shoulders and her breath comes in short, broken gasps against my skin.
"Oh, yeah," I grunt, watching her be so unraveled and beautiful for me.
And the sensation of her coming so strongly drags me right over the edge with her.
My hips stutter as I start to come, filling her with hot, thick pulses that seem to go on forever.
The pleasure hits me like a blinding flash, white-hot and overwhelming, rushing through every nerve in my body.
I groan her name into the curve of her neck as I empty myself inside her, each powerful spurt making my vision blur while her body continues to flutter and squeeze around me, taking every drop I have to give.
When her breathing regulates and my dick is going soft, I pull out and then stand, giving her space. But her legs are wobbly and her body is weak, so I lift her up and help her get situated, then I climb into bed next to her and hold her, covering us both with the thick blankets.
Marina's head rests on my chest and her fingers trace a slow path along my collarbone.
Her hair is still damp and it presses warm against my skin.
I've got my arm around her and my hand flat against the small of her back.
This is perfection to me—everything I could ever need right here.
And I don't want to let her go or let anything mess this up.
"I'm gonna fix this," I tell her softly.
Her fingers pause, then resume as she says, "How?"
"I'm going to talk to your father and lay out the new terms..." I let my fingers dust her skin gently as I think. "This'll be way better than he would've had with Orlov."
"My father doesn't care about better, Stepan. He cares about control."
It's easy to let myself believe this'll be a simple task, but she's right.
Sergei won't care if he gets better access to safer routes out of Perm.
He'll have to relinquish some decision making power and he won't like it.
But we won't be taking ten percent. Which will hopefully be a bright spot on his horizon.
"Then I'll give him the illusion of it. Roman's good at that."
She goes quiet now, like she's thinking of how badly this could go, but I hold her more snugly against my side. She really has nothing to fear now. With me and Roman in charge of her future, she'll never want for anything again.
"But what happens when Maksim's family finds out he's dead?" She is scared, and rightly so. But there's no way to trace any of that back to me or her.
"You had nothing to do with that, okay? And there is no evidence linking me." I press a kiss to the top of her head and breathe her in. "Trust me, Rina. You’re safe, and I won't let anything happen to you.”
Someone knocks at the door, startling her, and she jumps. I wonder how long it'll be before she feels safe enough to let her guard down. But I can't force that for her. It will come in time.
"Yeah?" I call out, already knowing this is gonna be a long night.
"Step," Yegor calls from the other side of the door. "We need you. There was another attack at a safe house." He pauses, then says, "We waited for you, but we can't wait anymore."
Fuckers listened to me fucking my beautiful bride to be. It makes my ears burn, and I grin as I kiss her head again, but I'm forced to pull away.
'How bad is it?" I ask, folding the blankets back. Marina whimpers and reaches for me, but I have to go. This is the life. I don’t get to make choices for myself.
"Bad... We're out front waiting."
"Give me five minutes," I tell him, turning to capture her lips. She tastes salty, like her tears, and I soak it in for a second before pulling back.
"Duty calls... I'm gonna go make this world a safer place for our baby." It feels so surreal saying "our baby" but it brings a smile to her lips.
"Should I wait up?" she asks, relaxing back into bed.
"Rest. You both need the sleep now."
Then I'm up getting dressed. This will be my future from now on, being pulled away in the middle of the night for stupid reasons. But I know I'll have a wife in my bed at home to come home to. And that makes taking every risk worth it now.
"I love you," I whisper as I stand by the door, ready to leave, but Marina is already sleeping. And my heart is full.