Chapter 33
Thirty-Three
K ova’s sizzling heat pressed to my icy one.
He inhaled deeply and angled his mouth against mine, tugging with little nips of his teeth.
His tongue danced seductively along the seam of my lips.
I sighed as he slipped his tongue inside and caressed me, stroking with a gentle passion that was full of fire.
His nimble fingers laced my hair and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
He rolled onto his back, taking me with him.
I straddled his hips with ease. A small moan escaped me when his hardness pressed against my center.
I lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it aside.
Pressure throbbed between my thighs, building as my hips slowly moved against his rigid shaft, like a languid wave reaching for the shore.
"Why can you never listen?" he said between kisses.
An airy laugh flowed from me. "You pulled me with you."
Kova wrapped a strong arm around my lower back and one across the top, seizing my neck in his grasp.
God, I loved his hold over me. How dominant he was.
I liked being on top of him, it showed how small I was in comparison to him.
There was nowhere for me to move other than how he was coercing my body by the power of his touch. I succumbed to him.
"Why?" he pressed on, pulling me back just enough to look into my eyes.
A shallow moan escaped him, abandoned pleasure intensified in his watchful gaze.
My body moved of its own accord, my hips swiveled on his until he put a firm stop to the motion, securing me in place. His cock twitched and he groaned.
"Why? Answer me, please."
"I don't have a real answer for you other than we both want this and you know it."
He shook his head, vehemently denying it. "I am trying to do the right thing."
"Lies. Your body lies."
"You do not heed my pleas. I tell you to stop, but you do the complete opposite.
Why must you do this to me?" He clenched his teeth, pushing my hips hard to his.
I let out a gasp, wetness seeped from me.
I tried to rub myself on him, but he stopped me again.
I whimpered. "Does the fact that I have a girlfriend mean anything to you? "
"No," I said in all honesty. I really didn’t care.
"You are fucked up in the head, you know that? What if she was my wife? Would that make a difference to you then?"
I ignored the little dig. "Would it make a difference to you?"
"It would not, would it?" he asked in complete shock when I ignored his question.
"No. If it doesn't matter now, why would it matter then?"
He scoffed, yet he was still holding me to him. "Unreal."
"You fucking like it, Kova, so stop pretending that you don't. We both want this."
"You are a big contradiction, you know that?"
I tried to kiss him, but his fingers threaded in my hair and he pulled on it, close to the roots to keep me back.
"Any man with a cock would like it, Ria," he mocked, cupping my breast. He twisted my nipple between two fingers until it blazed with heat and I gasped, my back going erect. "It is science. Chemistry. Anatomy. A tight pussy to fuck."
"Any tight pussy will do, then?" I whispered, staring into his eyes, finally grasping his cock.
I gripped him tight in my little fist and used my thighs to slide up and down, rotating my hips against his like I was giving him a lap dance, even though I'd never done one in my life.
Arousal heightened my blood and my body flushed with need.
A husky sound vibrated in Kova's chest. His jaw tightened. If he could play, so could I.
He shook his head. His fingers dug into me. "You will regret this tomorrow."
I didn't answer, instead, I asked him a question. "Will you regret it?"
"Yes."
He didn't hesitate. The look in his frenzied eyes exposed the truth, and it bothered me.
Another pinch to my already sensitive heart. I was completely off. Maybe he really didn't want this. Perhaps he was trying to behave himself.
Perhaps I didn't care.
I faltered for a moment, his gaze focused solely on me.
His hard, unyielding body nestled beneath mine as he breathed across my cheek.
"I like watching you fall apart in my arms. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen…
but I have regretted it every time more than you can imagine.
Especially the other night. I do not want to live with this regret anymore, malysh .
It is killing me," he admitted, and I felt the pain in his words.
He was honest, and while honesty was important to me, it also hurt.
"Have mercy on me," he begged, his eyes pleading with me.
I was too far gone with desire for this man to heed his plea.
Leaning forward, I looked straight into his glossy eyes and whispered, "Why do I crave you so bad? Why do I have this desire to be with you whenever you’re around?
For you to make me orgasm the way you do?
I want you inside me, and I know you want to be there.
" l licked a wet trail along his bottom lip and delved my tongue between his warm lips.
Widening my hips, I rubbed myself on him and pleasure shot through me.
His erection stroked my sensitive clit and I panted.
Kova responded immediately and I grinned against his delicious mouth. "Please."
Using my hand, he guided it to my sex. "Touch yourself."
I shook my head and pinched his chest with my free hand. Kova stared back at me with huge eyes.
"I want you to touch me."
He dragged his teeth along his bottom lip. God that was so sexy.
I needed more. I needed skin-on-skin contact.
I pulled his wrist away to slip it into my pants. He went willingly. My back arched, my head fell to his shoulder as his fingers found my clit. He rubbed in circles, using my wetness as a lubricant.
"Oh God," I said breathlessly. I ground against his fingers.
My lips found Kova's neck and I sucked hard, lapping my tongue around his salty skin as I pulled him into my mouth.
He moaned with a shutter of pleasure, and breathed heavily against my skin.
His chest heaved against mine. My teeth trailed his muscular shoulder as his palm slipped further toward my entrance.
He played with me. I bit down, a dark desire swirled inside me to break his skin.
A deep and husky moan lifted from his lips when he felt my wet pussy.
My fingers wound to the back of his head.
I seized his hair in my hand and tugged.
Kova grunted, his arm tightening around my lower back.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I battled the release I craved so desperately, but my hips picked up speed, rocking in a slow and delicious motion.
"That is it… Come for me, malysh . Come just like this."
I moaned, shaking my head against his neck. "Come with me… I need to feel you," I mumbled, drunk on Kova. This was a sure fire way to rid my body of the effects of an ice bath.
He murmured in Russian, his breath hot as it caressed down my neck.
It sounded like he spoke a series of sentences, none of the words sounding similar, but all coming out deeper and guttural than the next.
His finger pressed against the tight bundle of nerves that was embarrassingly wet.
I could feel myself seeping with desire and that only fueled the grinding of my hips even more.
I rose and placed my hands flat to his chest.
"Eyes on me," he demanded. "I want you to take your pants off and get back on me the way you are now."
I nodded hastily and did as he asked…and so did he.
Kova tugged his shorts down and his erection sprang free—tall, and thick and hard.
Waving me toward him, I climbed back onto his hips and straddled him, his penis between us.
He grabbed my wrists and put my hands on his stomach, then took my hips in his hold and lifted me.
Just when I thought he was going to push into me, he didn't. Instead, he pulled me higher up on him so my pussy was pressed to his penis and nearly flat to his stomach.
Guiding my hips, I watched as he rubbed me up and down his length.
The pleasure that tore through my body was mind blowing and my arms buckled. I fell on top of him.
He slapped my thigh. "Hold yourself up and watch," he said. I nodded and looked down, my orgasm beginning to take hold, starting at my toes. His shaft glistened from me and my lips were spread wide to hug his thickness.
A breathy moan rolled off my lips and I sat back so I could pleasure myself on him. My hips picked up speed and I couldn't tear my eyes from watching my pussy glide up and down his cock. It was erotic and a huge turn on.
"No, no. Pay attention. Softly and slowly move on me, that way you can feel every inch of my dick. Caress me with your pussy, slow and sweet." My pace slowed, and he guided me to do what he wanted, rotating my hips up with a flick of his wrist. "Yes, like that."
Heavy breathing, panting.
Kova moved his hips with a deliberate seductiveness that enthralled me.
Damn. This. Man. My eyes were glued to the bare, toned flesh of his stomach that contracted and flexed with each shift of his body.
He used his thighs and rolled his hips ever so slowly up and down.
My mouth watered, my chest burned for the real deal.
I wanted him to make love to me just like that. A slow thrust in, a slow pull out.
"Watch us."
Like I could watch anything else. His hips moved up and down, just enough to create a maelstrom of insane desire between us. I started following the motion, mimicking his hips.
"Yeah, baby. Just like that." I slowly moved over him, grinding as I did. I rose, and he curled his fingers forward and pushed on my tender flesh. The stroke of his fingers felt fucking divine. Then as I lowered myself, he straightened them. "You are dripping all over me."
I knew I was. My inner thighs were drenched and I could smell it in the air.
"Kova," I said breathlessly. "This is incredible. The best."
He lifted one side of his mouth. A hint of arrogance showed. "Of course it is. Do you not know by now that I am always right?"
"More, I want more. I want to know how to do more, feel more.
" So close. I was so close to exploding.
"Oh God! I'm almost there." My hips picked up speed.
"Stay just like that," I cried and stroked his length, feeling the ridges as I moved, just like he said I would.
I hit just the right spot and yelled out, throwing my head back.
My nails dug into his skin, striking solid muscle.
Seconds later, and with a hold so strong around my back, I was coming on Kova with a vengeance.
He groaned, riding the swell of ecstasy with me. "God what I would give to feel that around my cock right now. To be so deep inside you. Krasivaya , to feel you squeezing and pulsating…"
"What does that mean?" I asked, trying to catch my breath.
"Beautiful."
Kova slid a finger over my sensitive clit and gently rubbed it. I shuddered, goose bumps coated my flesh. Just that touch alone made me want to do it all over again.
My eyes narrowed in awe as he tilted his head slightly and brought his fingers to his mouth. I watched him slide them, glossy with wetness, between his lips and suck them clean.
I felt something twitch against me. I looked down and my brows furrowed together.
"You're still hard," I stated. "Why didn't you finish?"
Kova flattened his mouth and grimaced. He looked away and I climbed off him to sit next to him. His raging erection still standing straight up. It had to hurt.
"Are you going to ignore me?"
"I do not have to answer to you." Each word packed a punch. I reeled back at his harsh tone. The air in the room changed completely and I was confused. He looked down at me with shrewd eyes.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Oh, so we're back to this?"
"Yes, we are."
I pursed my lips together. "I feel just peachy," I said sarcastically.
"Do not get cute with me. You got what you wanted."
"I did, but why didn't you?"
He shook his head and kept his mouth closed. As if the answer was obvious, but it wasn't. Kova got out of my bed and walked into the living room to collect his shirt. I followed behind.
"Kova. What's your problem? Why the sudden change?" I pushed.
"Because it is not what I wanted!" he roared, spinning to face me.
"I told you, I did not want this, but you push, and push, and push until I break.
I do everything I can to keep you away. I take you out of a meet, I am purposely mean to you, and yet you keep coming back.
But then I see you need help and I cannot stop myself.
Anything you want, I want to give you. I cannot not bend to your will.
I wish I could, but I cannot. I do not understand what else I can do anymore.
You are breaking a man. Do you not get that?
You are breaking me," he bellowed with his hand to his chest, his eyes pleading with me to understand him.
My jaw dropped. "What about what happened in your office? That was all you." I retorted.
"Just let it go," Kova said dejectedly, staring at the floor, hands propped on his hips. "Go. Come on." He looked up and stalked toward me.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
" We are not going anywhere. You are going to rest in bed while I get you something to eat."
"Just stop. I feel like you're babying me."
Kova replied in Russian and that set me off. "You know damn well I don’t understand what you said. You did that on purpose to talk shit."
Kova stared right through me. I felt two inches tall.
"Words hurt, and I am trying not to hurt you right now."
"We just had sex not even twenty-four hours ago, so that hurts even more than you can imagine," I said quietly.
Filled with more remorse and regret than I thought possible, I turned around and walked to my room.