14. Aria #4
“You’re so wet for me.” His fingers circle my clit, and I gasp, my hips bucking into his hand. “Is this all for me?”
“Yes.” I can barely get the word out. “Maksim, please—”
“Please what?” His fingers slide lower, teasing my entrance. “Tell me what you need.”
“You,” I gasp, feeling delicious heat lick inside me. “Inside me. Please.”
He slides one finger inside, then two, and I cry out at the sensation. He’s gentle but thorough, finding that spot inside me that makes my vision blur, stroking it with maddening precision.
“Like this?” he asks gently, his thumb finding my clit while his fingers work inside me. “Or do you need more?”
“More.” I’m panting now, my hands scrabbling at his shoulders. “I need all of you.”
He laughs softly before he adds a third finger, and the fullness and slight burn makes me whimper. His thumb circles my clit faster, and I can feel the orgasm building, coiling tight in my core.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his eyes alight. “I can feel you getting close. You’re so tight around my fingers. Come for me, moya. Let me watch you.”
“Not without you,” I gasp, even as my body climbs higher. “Want you inside me when I—”
He withdraws his fingers, and before I can protest, he’s lifting me up. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, and he positions himself at my entrance.
“Eyes on me,” he commands softly. “I want to see your eyes when I’m inside you.”
I lock my gaze with his—those stormy gray eyes dark with love and desire—and he enters me slowly. Every inch stretches me deliciously
“God, Aria.” His voice is reverent and awed. “You feel like heaven.”
“Yes,” I gasp, my head falling back against the tile. “Maksim, yes. More. Please, more.”
But he doesn’t speed up. He’s taking his time, savoring every sensation. When he’s fully seated inside me, he pauses, his forehead pressed to mine, both of us breathing hard.
“I love you,” he whispers. “I love you so much it scares me. You’re my entire world, Aria.”
“I love you too.” Tears mix with the water streaming down my face. “I love you. I love you.”
He smiles lovingly at me before his hips start moving in slow, deep thrusts that make me see stars. I gasp, my head falling back. Every stroke is deliberate and purposeful, designed to give me pleasure.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his lips trailing across my jaw and down my neck. “Wet and soft and mine. All mine.”
“Yours,” I gasp. “Always yours.”
His rhythm is steady and relentless with deep strokes that hit something profound inside me, and make pleasure coil tighter and tighter in my core. The hand supporting my weight shifts slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly he’s hitting that perfect spot with every thrust.
“Oh god.” My nails dig into his shoulders. “Right there. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Never.” His voice is fierce. “I’ll never stop. I’ll never stop loving you. Never stop wanting you. Never stop making you feel good.”
His thumb finds my clit and I cry out, the pleasure almost overwhelming.
“Come on my cock,” he says, his voice rough with need. “Do you hear me, moya? Come on my cock and scream. I want to know I did that. That I made you feel this good.”
The combination of his words, his touch, and the steady thrust of him inside me—it’s overwhelming. The pleasure builds higher and higher, until I’m standing on the edge of the precipice.
“Maksim,” I gasp, my nails raking down his back. “I’m going to—”
“Yes.” He increases the pressure on my clit, his hips driving harder now. “Come for me, moya krasavitsa. Let me feel you. Let me watch you fall apart.”
I jump off the proverbial cliff and I cry out, my body clenching around him, pleasure radiating from my core to every nerve ending. He doesn’t stop moving or touching me, working me through every pulse and tremor.
“Beautiful,” he breathes, watching my face with something like wonder. “So fucking beautiful.”
Before I’ve fully come down, he shifts his angle again, and suddenly I’m climbing toward another peak. His thrusts are deeper now, more urgent, and I can feel him swelling inside me, getting close to his own release.
“Again,” he demands. “Give me another one, Aria. I want to feel you come around me again.”
I shake my head. “It’s—too—sensitve,” I gasp.
“You can.” His thumb presses harder against my clit and I cry out. It’s pleasure and pain all at once. “You’re so close. I can feel it. Come for me again, love. Please.”
The second orgasm hits even harder than the first, stealing my breath, and making my vision white out at the edges. I feel myself clenching around him, pulsing, and hear him groan.
“Aria. Fuck. I’m going to—”
“Yes.” I pull him closer, wanting all of him. “Please. Come inside me, Maksim.”
He buries himself deep with one final thrust, and I feel him pulse inside me as he comes, filling me with heat.
I cry out his name as my legs tighten around him.
We stay like that for a long moment, both barely able to breathe.
The water streams over us, washing away the sweat and tears and everything except this feeling of perfect connection.
Finally, he carefully lowers me to my feet, supporting me when my legs wobble. His hands are gentle as they steady me and brush my wet hair back from my face.
“Okay?” His voice is hoarse.
“More than okay.” I lean into him, letting him take my weight. “That was…I don’t have words.”
“I know.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “I feel it too.”
We stand under the cooling water for another minute, just holding each other.
Then he reaches behind me to turn off the shower.
He helps me out, wraps me in the softest towel, and dries me with such care it makes my eyes sting.
Every movement is tender. He dries my hair then wraps another towel around it.
He dries himself off in record time before he scoops me up again, carrying me to the bed despite my weak protest that I can walk.
“Let me take care of you,” he says simply. “Please.”
We slide between the cool sheets together, and I curl into him immediately, my head on his chest, his arm around me.
“I love you,” I whisper into the quiet of the room.
“I love you too.” He presses a kiss to my hair. “Sleep now, moya. I’ve got you. I’ve got all of you.”
For the first time in eight years, I do. I let myself sleep, safe in the arms of the man I love, trusting that he’ll keep us safe.