Chapter Fifty
Mind y
Maron closes the bedroom door behind him.
He turns and fixes his gaze on me, his eyes burning with something that ignites a fire in my core. The next moment, his lips crash against mine. The kiss is wild and demanding, instantly making me melt into his arms and turning me into jelly. "I'll be gentle, lisichka ," he growls in my ear.
His hands roam over my body, grabbing and squeezing, leaving nothing untouched. I moan against his neck as his fingers tug on my bottom lip, teasing and taunting until I'm trembling with lust. His tongue invades my mouth again, exploring every corner as if he's claiming it as his own.
My body betrays me once again. It pulsates with a need for him despite the pain lingering between my legs. But somehow, his touch erases all of my discomfort and replaces it with an ecstasy that makes me want more and more of him.
His lips devour my face, eliciting a wanton whimper from deep within my throat. I'm at his mercy as he holds me in place with a firm grip, caressing me with a passion that matches my own. His eyes are shut tight as he ravishes me, licking and biting the surface of my skin.
And then it happens - he sinks his teeth into my earlobe, sending an electric shockwave through me, all the way down to my sex.
But then, the contact is broken. He pushes himself away from me and walks over to the nightstand. And me? I just stand there with swollen lips and smeared makeup, my hair looking like a used-up mophead. My panties are ruined, and my private parts are pulsating so eagerly that I can almost hear them. My heart races as he retrieves a folder from the drawer that’s been torn into shreds.
"What's that?" I gasp.
"Our contract. Or what remains of it."
In one swift motion, he dumps the folder into the trash can by the bed. The pieces flutter in the air like snowflakes, marking the end of our previous arrangement.
Confusion fills my mind. What does this mean? Is this it? Does he never want to see me again?
"You belong to me, Mindy," he says as if he'd read the question on my mind. "No one else."
I stare at him dumbly. "I… I lied to you, Maron. I failed to tell you something important."
He nods, his eyes not leaving my face. "I know. And it will take some time for me to forgive you." He looks deep into my eyes. "But I missed you, Mindy. I don’t want to live without you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you since I left you in that fucking hospital room. I want you by my side."
His words catch me off guard. For seconds, I just stare at him, unsure if I should say something. But as I look at him, I can’t deny the intense connection I feel with him, one that I never thought was possible. It’s crazy that we still want each other after everything we’ve been through together. We’ve given each other more reasons to end things than I can count, yet we’re still drawn to one another like a pair of magnets.
Maron strides towards the king-sized bed, his body oozing confidence and raw sexuality. "Take off those goddamn clothes," he growls, his eyes devouring me.
I hesitate for a moment before slowly starting to unbutton my blouse. My heart races in my chest with anticipation. It’s not our first time together, but it still feels like it. One by one, my clothes fall to the floor until I stand exposed in front of him, from head to toe.
"Good girl." He sneers, his smirk sending shivers down my spine. "You're fucking gorgeous, lisichka ."
Keeping his piercing gaze locked onto mine, he slowly unzips his pants and pulls out his erect dick. I’ve seen it before many times, but the raw beauty of it never ceases to amaze me. Big, hard, and vascular, and as alluring as its owner. I can feel my heart rate pick up, just by looking at it.
His eyes never leave mine as he slowly begins to stroke himself. My mouth almost drops open at the sight. With each smooth stroke of his hand, I feel myself getting more and more turned on. I've never had him pleasure himself in front of me, at least not like this. It's like a carefully choreographed scene from a porn movie, filmed from the perfect angle. Except this is not a movie. This is real, and it’s happening right here, and only for me. That alone is enough to make me lose my mind.
"This is..." he breathes heavily, "what I do..." he strokes, "every fucking day when I think of you." His eyes open and close, his face twisted in pleasure as he continues stroking. I’m lost in the sight, watching him so intently that I barely realize that I also begun to touch myself. "That’s right, lisichka ..." A low, primal growl escapes his lips as he adds, "Keep rubbing that pussy for me."
We masturbate for each other for minutes, until I can’t take it anymore. Waves of pleasure begin to rip through my body, each one more intense than the last. I rub myself more roughly until my legs begin to shake and I almost lose my balance as I’m washed away by my peak. Maron’s strokes have also become faster and harder until with one final pant, he also reaches his climax, spilling his seed onto his palm. His eyes are looking at me intently, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath.
Holy shit!
This was the first time I masturbated alongside him, and I really hope it wasn’t the last. This was the hottest thing ever, better than any fantasy my horny mind has created.
Wiping his palm with a tissue, Maron pats on the bed next to him. "Come here," he says.
My thighs are all wet. The thought of what might happen if I disobey him is almost as thrilling as the act itself. My wound still hurts, but my legs are jelly. The combination of anticipation and fear is keeping me still.
"I'm not allowed to have sex for a few weeks," I whisper.
"I know," he says curtly. He pats the space next to him again. "Come here."
Carefully, I sidle up next to him, pressing my body against his. Instantly, I'm engulfed in the intoxicating warmth that radiates from him. This is so good. The familiar feel of his skin against mine is like a potent drug.
His hands begin to roam my body, gently exploring the surface of my skin. Every single one of my nerve endings are alert with arousal as he kisses me all over. His lips wander lower and lower until he reaches my abdomen and below. My legs spread farther apart, and I inhale a sharp breath when his tongue finally meets my inner thigh.
"You have the best pussy, lisichka ," he whispers against my sex, his hot breath mixing with my juices.
I cup his face in my hand, my fingers running through his hair as he begins to lick me. "Maron…" I sigh. "Yes… please don’t stop."
I don’t think he would stop, even if I asked him to. He devours me with an insatiable hunger, tracing every inch of my most sensitive spot. The pleasure is intense, making me whimper and ache for more and more. As he wraps his lips around my clit, I feel my toes curling and my body arching towards him.
"Oh, fuck… please, Maron," my voice comes out as a hoarse gasp, "keep doing that." His strong hands cup my ass and I’m sure they are the only thing keeping me from flying through the ceiling like a rocket. "Aaahh," I cry, "I'm… I… am coming."
This time, my orgasm hits me in waves. First, it feels like tiny ripples on water, growing and growing until they turn into a tsunami. Maron doesn't stop; he continues to work his magic with his mouth, caressing and massaging my clit like a man possessed.
When the final wave breaks and its force washes me away, I explode into his mouth like a squirting geyser. It’s like my body is releasing all of its pent-up desire, and the emotions I had to lock inside during my time in hospital.
Even minutes later, as we lay on the bed, I’m still panting, consumed by the intensity of our carnal connection.
I move closer to him, my hand moving over his body, tracing the contours of his chest and stomach. I can feel his neatly trimmed pubic hair under my touch, and I can't resist stroking his already stiff cock.
"Ready for round two?" I whisper seductively in his ear.
“We can’t have sex, remember?” He looks at me questioningly.
“We’ll just have to get creative.” I give him a gentle kiss and bite down on his earlobe.
"What’s on your mind, lisichka ?" he responds, his eyes still closed.
"Well, funny you should ask," I purr, feeling his cock grow even harder in anticipation. "How about I suck you until you explode in my mouth."
“ Boyhe moy, devochka, ” He murmurs, letting a grin spread across his face. “You make me fucking crazy.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
I trail my lips down his chest and abdomen, lingering over every scar and hard muscle until I finally reach his cock. I gently touch the tip with my tongue, making him wince. "Blin, detka," he groans. I have no idea what that means, but I decide to take it as an encouragement. I slowly take him into my mouth and begin to suck, feeling him grow harder and harder between my lips. He feels salty, and almost impossibly hard. “I fucking love how dirty you are,” he groans. “How could I ever stay away from you, lisichka?”
I never asked him what lisichka means, but I love it when he calls me that. There's just something so passionate and possessive about the way he says it that I can’t get over it. I never even realized how hot Russian can sound before I met him.
"Holy fuck," he murmurs. "Don't you fucking stop."
I grip his throbbing cock more firmly, teasing myself with every swift lick and slurp. He moans and thrusts deeper and deeper into my mouth until I’m almost choking on his rock-hard length. But that only urges me on, making my lips grip him harder and my moves hungrier. I continue to pleasure him until I feel him throb against my palate, the surge of his release building up.
" Blyad… I’m coming, Min…” He doesn’t even get to finish his sentence. He explodes into my mouth like a volcano, unleashing a torrent of hot cum down my throat. I swallow all of him with hunger, making sure not a single drop escapes me. His cock pulsates from the force of his orgasm, shooting more and more cum into my mouth until it almost spills over. But I want all of it. I don’t care if it’s dirty, I want this man more than I ever wanted anyone, and I want to savor all of him.
When his spasms subside and his body begins to cool, I collapse on top of him, placing gentle kisses on the tip of his gorgeous manhood. Our bodies lay spent on the rumpled sheets, slick with sweat and other bodily fluids. The hum of the air conditioner is drowned out by our ragged breaths. My body still aches from my recent surgery, but I'm too consumed by pleasure to care. In this moment, there is nothing else in the world except for us, tangled up in each other.
"I want you, Mindy," Maron growls, tightening his grip around my back. “I want us to work this thing out.”
“Me too,” I say quietly. Not a single question or doubt escapes my lips, even though I have a thousand swirling in my mind. I don't bother asking why he's suddenly forgiven me for hiding my pregnancy. And I certainly don't ask what he wants us to be now. I’m sure I’ll get my answers soon enough.
But I know one thing for sure. I want him just as much as he wants me, if not more. I want to be close to him, never leaving his side.
And I know I will do anything to make this work.