9 #3
My most intimate self is practically aching when Vadim’s mouth discovers me for the first time.
He brushes against me, then searches me with his piercing gaze, as if I could possibly say no to such delicious sensations.
In response, I bury my fingers in his hair and watch his face disappear between my thighs.
His tongue finds endless ways to drive me wild.
I never knew you could do that, never knew I could feel that.
I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, where I am, or how far I’m going.
My whole body tenses. My head tips back, my back arches, my hips tremble with the rhythm of his movements, and my hands clutch at his head.
A whirlwind sweeps me away. I’m afraid of falling, of losing control completely.
But Vadim holds me tight, embraces me, and I soar between his hands, between his wild lips, for a long moment, surrendering completely to this blinding rush.
The man who just turned me inside out curls against me, gently resting his head on my chest as it rises and falls with my ragged breaths, as if he’s trying to stop my heart from exploding.
He wraps his arms around my waist; I wrap mine around his neck.
Then, I bury my nose in his silky locks, breathe in his heady scent, and close my eyes, wanting to etch this memory into my mind forever.
We stay entwined like this on the couch for a while, without saying a word or moving a muscle.
I didn’t know pure happiness existed.
When a doubt suddenly takes hold of me, I break the silence. “What about you?”
“Me?” he says in his gorgeous, deep voice.
“I don’t know if I know how to do… that… to you.”
“I don’t expect you to do anything for me, Alma.”
“I want to. Tell me what you’d like.”
“I want this, nothing else but this,” he sighs, tightening his hold on me.
“But I want more. I want everything! I want you!” I cry out, rolling onto him and planting a thousand kisses on his chest, his cheeks, his mouth.
We wrestle playfully, our legs and arms tangled together, until we tumble with a dull thud onto the cold, wooden floor.
Vadim manages to slip his hand beneath my head first, cushioning the fall.
His confidence, the way he protects me, the way he puts me before himself—nothing could feel better.
He carries me away, far from my fears and unanswered questions, drawing me irresistibly closer to him.
I take his face in my hands, slowly bring my lips to his, and kiss him as though it were the first time. Our tongues meet, and I have never tasted anything so intoxicating. I let his kiss linger until I can no longer catch my breath. Until I feel a new desire pulse through me.
His erection grows against my thigh, and I find myself enjoying the pressure.
The spark ignites right there, deep in the pit of my stomach, like a tiny ache that I need to soothe.
My hips press against his, searching for the remedy, and move slightly to fit more perfectly against him.
This contact, the weight of his body lying on mine, only makes my desire more intense, more impatient.
I slide a bold hand between our two fused bodies until my palm meets his hardness. He tenses as my fingers brush against him, trace his length, then return to wrap around him gently. I’m not sure if I’m doing it properly, but Vadim seems to like it. I hear him sigh somewhere near my ear.
“You’re going to drive me crazy, Alma…”
I try to stop myself from moaning as he nibbles my neck, sucks on my earlobe, and traces my jawline with the tip of his tongue. My body wants more, but my mouth doesn’t know how to ask for it.
“Vadim, I want you. I’m ready…” I murmur breathlessly.
We exchange a look full of longing, turmoil, and urgency. Then, he reaches his arm above my head.
“Just a minute.”
From a little box resting on a wooden cabinet by the couch, he grabs a condom.
I watch him tear the wrapper and put it on with one hand.
My heart races. I can’t possibly wait any longer.
Vadim smiles at me, sensing my impatience.
He lies down between my legs, spreading them as he does, and cups my face with his hands.
“Say it to me again, Alma,” he whispers in my ear.
“I want you. Now.”
His warm lips crush against mine. Vadim slides his tongue in just as his sex slowly sinks into me.
I can feel every inch of him. The unique, dizzying sensation fills me with a powerful warmth.
After a tinge of pain, all I feel is a new, unexpected pleasure.
My skin tingles. There is nothing better in the world.
Nothing matters more than his body moving against mine, my body surrendering to his.
For several long, lingering minutes, we become one.
I don’t hold back, moaning without restraint as I surrender the last of my inhibitions.
I twist and tremble as my breath catches in my throat.
Vadim embraces me, watching me intently as I come, letting himself go at the same time.
A tear rolls down my cheek. He catches it with his lips.
I sink into his arms.
After that, I don’t remember anything.
Just this.
Vadim Arcadi pressed against me. Holding me close.