9. Mia #3
I have to find my own way there.
He drops his hands to the bed. “I’ll keep them here. Move at your pace. I might…” he chuckles. “I might come. This is by far the most intimate experience I’ve ever had and I’m on edge.”
“Intimate? We haven’t had sex,” I state, slightly confused.
“Intimacy isn’t just sex. What we have shared tonight is trust and that makes sex, when it happens, even better.”
Instead of grabbing him, I slip a barely there touch down the thick cock. He hisses and I pull back, but he grips my arm and shakes his head.
“Keep going. You feel so good. Don’t stop.”
“I thought I hurt you.”
“I’m sensitive. I’m close.”
I bite my lip, wanting nothing more than to experience his orgasm.
I want to give that to him. More than anything.
“You’re thick,” I say breathlessly, praising his length and girth as I trail my touch down the protruding vein.
He leans onto his elbows, gripping the blankets again. “Fuck, Mia. You can’t say things like that. Oh my god,” he groans, chest heaving.
A bead of precum drips down the crown. I dip my finger in the slit, gathering it onto my finger. It reminds me of a drop of rain with a thicker consistency. Curious to what he tastes like, I lick the drop free, a saltiness spreading across my tongue.
My new favorite treat.
“You taste good.”
He tosses his arm over his eyes. “Da, you’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”
I giggle, finally wrapping my hand around his cock and tightening it into a fist. His fingers claw at the bedspread, his breaths broken and loud. He looks down at where I grip him, watching me with lustful eyes.
“Fuck, Mia. I’m not going to last. You have to stop.” He yanks his head back and my eyes drop to his chest, watching it rise and fall in rapid beats.
Nothing could get me to stop.
He hasn’t touched me at all sexually. He’s kept his promise. I can tell it’s hard for him not to reach out to me and I want him to. I just need to get over my fear. I will.
Maybe not tonight, but maybe tomorrow.
With my other hand, I drag my blunt nails across his inner thigh and his legs shake. A vocal deep guttural sound rips from him and I’m obsessed. I love how loud he is.
I palm his sack, two filled orbs that are soft in my palm.
“Fuck, Mia!” He shouts for me.
Me. I did that. I made him feel that good.
He covers the tip and I rip his hand away.
“I want to watch.” I have never meant anything more.
He wraps his hand around mine, the one still gripping him, and his mouth falls open when the first white rope shoots from him.
He mumbles words in Russian. Words I can’t understand. More cum jets free, dripping onto his inner legs, stomach, and sack.
If I were braver, I’d bend down and lick him clean.
But I’m not. Tomorrow, I might be.
He takes my hand that’s holding him and brings it to his mouth, kissing every knuckle. Alek still tries to catch his breath and I wait for the panic to set in.
It never comes.
If anything, I wish we took things further. My heart’s racing, yet my mind is clear.
“Are you okay?” He asks, pushing himself up in a seated position. He reaches around me to grab the tissue box, snags a few, and wipes himself clean.
I snag the covers when a chill sweeps over me and I crawl into bed, covering myself.
My cheeks are blazing red. I can feel the heat in them, and I nod.
“I’m good, Alek. That was… thank you for being so patient with me and letting me lead.
” His actions throughout this entire experience, not only made me trust him more, but love him more.
“You always lead, Mia. I’ll happily follow you anywhere to do anything,” he winks.
I smile to myself when he gets up to go to the bathroom. I flop onto my back and release a squeal I’ve been holding in. I feel ridiculous being so excited about a sexual experience but considering I’ve never had one, I can’t help it.
I’m happy. Slowly, the innocence and naivety is fading away.
There’s so much to learn, and lucky me, I’m stuck in a cabin with a man I’m not allowed to love.
The bathroom door opens and he’s standing there, naked, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.
“I’m going to go back downstairs to give you some space, but if you need anything—”
“Please, don’t go,” I blurt, cutting off his sentence. “This bed is big enough for the both of us. I want you to sleep here.”
He steps forward, closer, inching towards me as if he’s afraid to spook me. “Are you sure? I want to respect your space, Mia. That’s all I ever want to do.”
“For a man who runs the entire West Coast and takes what he wants, with me, you’re not doing that.”
He smirks, rubbing his fingers across his chin. “I do take what I want. I’ve killed for what I want.” He opens the drawers and slips on a pair of gray sweatpants.
Oh my.
I very much like gray sweatpants.
“I’ll never take from you, Mia. You’ve had enough taken from you. I want to heal your soul. Doing that means I need to have patience.”
I scoot over on the bed and pat the spot next to me. “Having you here would heal parts of it.”
“Then I’m not going anywhere.”