Mikhail
Chapter twenty-three
The boxes of condoms Roman found taunt me. Even more than Tatiana, naked and sated, laid out in front of me. She’s even more beautiful than in my fantasies. Maybe because she’s real. Because I can feel her soft skin beneath my callouses, feel her nipples pebbled for me, taste her tongue on my lips.
I take a steadying breath in and out. Are we really doing this?
I look at Roman, who nods to the box of condoms. My hands are shaking as I pick them up, lay Tatiana down on the mattress, and take Lev’s position between her legs.
The smile she grants me when she opens her eyes and sees me makes my heart flip and my stomach swoop low. God, I love her. I love everything about her. But when she looks at me like this, I feel like a man. I feel like I could take over the world. I feel invincible.
She reaches a hand out to me, resting it on my waist.
“Your first time, too?” she asks, and there isn’t an ounce of hesitation or judgement.
I bite my piercing and nod. Her smile widens.
“That’s kind of perfect, isn’t it?”
I bite back my smile because it is. But not because it’s both of our first time, but because it’s her. It’s always only ever been her.
I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else. And I was content dying a virgin, with only fantasies of her to keep me warm at night. But if she’s brave enough to cross this line in our friendship, then I have to be brave enough to cross it with her.
She tugs at my shirt. “I want to see you.”
Duh.
I grip the back of my shirt with one hand and pull it over my head, tossing it to the side.
I lift my knees off the mattress awkwardly and shrug out of my jeans and boxers, letting her see me completely.
It’s still dark, the only light coming from the fire, but the way her eyes hungrily eat up every inch of my skin has me equally thrilled and anxious.
I rip open the condom and go to put it on, but it’s the wrong way, so I fumble with it and turn it the right way.
Tati giggles, and while I should be embarrassed, I can’t help the warmth her laughter creates in my chest. And I know it’s not coming from a place of judgement, but of excitement.
She’s just as excited about this as I am.
I position myself between her legs and hover over her on my hands, but I don’t insert myself.
Smiling down at her, I tenderly move a piece of hair off of her forehead.
She mimics the motion in my own hair, as unruly as it is, nothing’s going to stay.
But her hand lingers down my cheek and neck, and I close my eyes, leaning into her touch.
She just came, so I’m going to have to build her up again, because the second I’m inside of her it’s going to be game over. If I don’t come on her leg.
I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her slowly, tongue caressing hers.
Her hands roam every inch of my body - my shoulders, my arms, my chest, my back.
She’s touched me before, but never skin to skin.
I sink into this ocean of feeling and lust and nerves as I slowly roll my hips and rut against her, dragging my cock through her wet lips and teasing her still hard clit.
She moans, pulling me harder against her, but it’s not enough. I kiss my way down her neck and chest. I kiss the top of her breast before taking her nipple in my mouth and rolling the tight bud with my tongue. Her hands thread through my hair as she arches her back.
I move to her other breast and nip at it gently with my teeth. I have no idea what she likes or doesn’t like, but I’m happy to spend every waking moment I have with her to figure it out.
Her knees lift, and she wraps her legs around my lower back, tugging me harder against her.
“Please, Mik. Please, no more teasing. I need you.”
Well, fuck. That sounds even better than in my fantasies.
I lean back, ready to give her everything she wants.
Gripping my cock in my hand, I press the tip to her soaked entrance before taking a deep breath in and out.
I have to make this good for her. I watch as my cock slowly disappears into the warmest, wettest thing I’ve ever experienced.
Tatiana and I groan together. Her face is contorted into the most blissed-out emotion. She looks wrecked, but in the best way.
When I’m fully seated inside of her, I lean over her again, needing as much physical contact as possible, but I don’t move. I can’t. It doesn’t matter; she wraps her arms around me and kisses the breath out of me.
“God, you feel so good, Mik. Why did we wait so long? We could have been doing this the whole time,” she whines between kisses, and it makes me chuckle. When I feel like I have at least a little control back, I roll my hips, fucking her in deep but short thrusts.
“Fuck, Mik. I need more. God, I’m so close.”
This is what I need. I lean back on my knees, grip her thighs and fuck her hard, in long and deep strokes that feel incredible, as I rub my thumb around where my cock is disappearing inside of her, coating it in her cum.
I press gently onto her clit, not wanting to hurt her, but the gentle, slow way I circle her clit is a juxtaposition to how hard I’m fucking her.
My orgasm is building in the base of my spine, my balls aching and pulling up tight, but I will myself to hold off, needing with every fiber of my soul for her to come first.
“Oh my God, Mik. Yes! Right there,” she whines, her hands gripping the mattress above her head so she can push herself back against me.
Finally, on a loud moan, her pussy clamps around me in a death grip, pulsing and massaging my own orgasm out of me.
I thrust weakly, trying to draw out her own orgasm as my vision starts to blacken around the edges and my lungs forget how to breathe.
Finally, I collapse forward, catching myself on my hands so I don’t crush her beneath me.
When my lungs decide to function again, and my vision clears, and my soul comes back into my body, I open my eyes to check in with her.
The satisfied smirk on her lips fills me with a deep sense of pride.
Her legs are still wrapped around my waist, still holding me inside of her, and I’ve never seen a more beautiful scene.
If I wasn’t already in love with everything about her, having her? Feeling her? Tasting her?
I know I’ll never be the same.