36. Nikolai #2
I slide my hand between us and rub the head of my cock up and down her soaked pussy, teasing her clit with every pass. She whimpers softly against my lips.
“Please,” she breathes. “I need you inside me.”
I push into her slowly, inch by inch, until I’m buried to the hilt. We both moan at the same time. She’s so warm, so tight, so wet. I stay there for a long moment, just feeling her around me, our foreheads pressed together in the dark.
Then I start to move.
Long, slow, deep strokes. I pull almost all the way out before sliding back in, grinding against her with every thrust. She moans softly with each movement, her nails gently dragging down my back.
“Look at me,” I whisper.
She opens her eyes. Even in the low light, I can see everything in them. No walls. No defenses. Just Nina, raw and open and mine.
I keep fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes, watching every flicker of pleasure across her face. Her lips part on a gasp every time I sink deep. I lean down and kiss her, swallowing her soft moans as I roll my hips against her.
“You feel perfect,” I murmur against her mouth. “So warm… so wet for me.”
She tightens around me at my words, her breath catching. I slide one hand under her ass, tilting her hips so I can go even deeper.
Her moans grow a little louder, breathier. I kiss her neck, her jaw, her lips again, never stopping the slow, steady rhythm.
After a while, I roll us over so she’s on top. She straddles me and sinks down onto my cock with a long, beautiful moan. I sit up, wrapping my arms around her so we are chest-to-chest, face-to-face.
She starts riding me slowly, grinding down in deep circles. I hold her close, one hand on her back, the other tangled in her hair. Our foreheads stay pressed together. Every time she sinks down, I thrust up to meet her, filling her completely.
“You’re so deep like this,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “I can feel all of you.”
I groan and kiss her harder, guiding her hips as she rides me. Her breasts press against my chest. Her breath fans across my lips. The pleasure builds slowly, thick and heavy between us.
I flip her onto her back again and push her legs wider. I slide back inside her, deeper now, and start thrusting with slow, powerful strokes. She wraps her legs around me and holds on tight.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper against her ear. “Just feel me.”
She moans my name softly as I fuck her, slow and deep and steady, pouring everything I feel into every thrust. No armor. No games. Just us.
I keep thrusting into her with slow, powerful strokes, burying myself as deep as I can go every time. Her legs are wrapped tight around my waist, pulling me closer. Every thrust draws a soft, needy moan from her throat that makes my cock throb inside her.
I lean down and kiss her deeply, tongues sliding together as I grind against her. She’s so wet I can hear every slick thrust. I can feel her walls fluttering around me, gripping me tighter with every stroke.
I pull out suddenly and flip her onto her stomach. I spread her legs wide and push back inside her from behind, covering her body with mine. This angle lets me go even deeper. She moans loudly into the pillow as I start fucking her with long, heavy strokes.
“Fuck… Nikolai,” she gasps, pushing her ass back against me. “You’re so deep like this.”
I groan against her neck and thrust harder, one hand sliding under her to rub her clit in firm circles. Her pussy clenches around my cock every time I bottom out. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the dark room.
I pull her up slightly so her back is against my chest, one arm wrapped around her breasts, the other still working her clit. I fuck her like that—deep, possessive strokes—while kissing her neck and shoulder.
“You feel so fucking good,” I growl against her ear. “This tight, perfect pussy is mine.”
She whimpers and reaches back to grip my hair. “I’m gonna come again… don’t stop.”
I fuck her harder, rubbing her clit faster. Her moans turn into broken cries as she comes hard around my cock, her walls pulsing and squeezing me rhythmically. I keep thrusting through it, drawing out every wave until she’s shaking in my arms.
I flip her onto her back again and push her legs up high, nearly folding her in half. I slide back inside her soaked pussy in one deep thrust and start fucking her with purpose. Hard. Deep. Relentless.
Her eyes are glassy with pleasure, lips parted, moaning my name with every thrust. I lean down and kiss her messily, our tongues sliding together as I drive into her again and again.
“Come with me,” I rasp against her mouth. “I want to feel you come while I’m filling you.”
She cries out as another orgasm hits her.
Her pussy clamps down on my cock so tightly I can barely move.
The feeling pushes me over the edge. I bury myself as deep as possible and come hard, groaning her name as thick, hot spurts flood her pussy.
I keep grinding into her through every pulse, filling her completely.
We stay locked together, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. I slowly lower her legs and collapse on top of her, careful not to put too much weight on her stomach. She wraps her arms and legs around me, holding me close as we both come down.
I kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, soft and slow. She sighs contentedly against my mouth, her fingers gently stroking the back of my neck.
We stay like that for a long time, tangled together in the dark, hearts slowly calming, my cock still buried inside her. The room is quiet except for our breathing.
She falls asleep before me, her body soft and warm in my arms.
I lie there in the dark and look at the ceiling, and I think about the church.
The woman in the front row, with two years of her work already in my head, and the reality of her standing twenty feet away, making all of it insufficient.
I completed the calculation in sixty seconds and have not second-guessed it.
I got what I came for, and somewhere between her first escape attempt and the night she took apart a story alone in the dark, the calculation made itself irrelevant.
Not because it failed. Because it succeeded so completely that the original reason became the smallest part of the whole thing, and the whole thing became something I didn’t have a word for until recently, and still don’t say out loud.
She shifts beside me, closer, her breathing slow and even.
I look at the ceiling and the city outside finally goes quiet, and I lie there in the dark with my hand at the back of her head, sitting with the one thing I didn’t plan for and having no interest in controlling it at all.
I didn’t plan for her.
I’m not sorry about a single day of it.