Chapter 14 – Ilya #2
She writhed under my mouth, fingers twisting in the sheets, thighs pressing against my shoulders as soft, broken moans spilled out of her.
“Fuck—Ilya—” Her voice cracked. “That feels so good.”
I sucked her clit harder, sliding two fingers back inside her and curling them just right. Her back arched. Her face went tight with pleasure, lips parted, eyes glassy and unfocused.
I kept going, relentless, until her moans turned high and desperate and her whole body locked up.
She tried to pull away, but my grip on her thighs kept her in place. “You’re gonna make me come, Ilya,” she moaned, bucking her hips and straining her muscles.
Come for me, I thought to myself, flicking the tip of my tongue faster and faster over her swollen clit.
“Fucccck!” she cried out, thighs shaking.
I didn’t stop, not even after she came hard on my tongue with a broken whimper as she flooded my mouth. I licked her through it, greedy for every drop, until she was trembling and oversensitive.
When I finally rose over her again, she was flushed and breathing hard, still dazed from coming.
She reclaimed my lips, kissing more fervently while her hands pushed my pants down. She reached inside, withdrew my cock, and began stroking my length.
“It’s so big,” she whispered after glancing down at it. “So hard and veiny.”
Her voice fanned the flames of my hunger, causing my shaft to harden beneath her grip. She held my gaze while I settled between her thighs, the thick head of my cock pressing against her soaked entrance.
She tensed. “Wait.”
I stopped, staring at her.
“I uh…” She blinked, a hint of embarrassment flushing her cheeks. “I…I haven’t done this before.”
Shocked, I slowly arched my eyebrows, my gaze unwavering even as she tried to look away. “You’re a virgin?”
She nodded subtly.
The realization hit me hard.
“We can stop if you want—”
“No,” she cut me off, her eyes boring into mine. “I can take it. Just…just be gentle.”
A pause. “I will.”
She swallowed hard, still holding my gaze, as if anchoring herself to reality.
I pushed in slowly, inch by careful inch, watching every flicker of pain and surprise on her face. She was tight—so fucking tight—and the way her body stretched around my cock made my jaw clench.
Her eyes widened as I stretched her out, a soft, broken sound leaving her lips.
I stilled, giving her time, kissing the corner of her mouth and caressing her skin.
Then I moved again, deeper this time, until I was fully inside her. The heat of her, the way she clenched around me, nearly undid me.
I plunged into her with an even harder thrust.
“Uhh!” Her body jerked, her fingernails raking my back.
I started with slow, steady strokes that let her feel every inch without forcing more than she could take.
My hips rolled against hers, grinding deep so the base of my cock dragged over her clit with every stroke.
Gradually, her body softened. The pain faded from her expression, replaced by something hungrier. Her hands wrapped around my waist and hips, starting to meet mine—matching my rhythm.
“Yes—fuck, yes—” The words spilled out of her, breathless and unfiltered. “You’re so deep in my pussy.”
I kept grinding against her while taking her nipples in my mouth. She said my name like a prayer, and the sound of it on her lips accentuated my own need.
“Harder,” she said. “Fuck me harder, Ilya. I promise, I can take it.”
I pinned both of her hands above her head and locked eyes with her as I began quickening my pace.
“Yes, just like that.” Her breasts bounced, the sight undoing me slowly. “Please don’t stop. It feels so good—your cock feels so good inside me—”
I fucked her deeper then, still controlled but no longer holding back the full weight of what I wanted.
My hips snapped harder against her, the wet sound of our bodies filling the room. She took me, moaning into my neck, legs wrapping around my waist, locking me in place.
“Ilya…oh, Ilya,” she whispered in my ear.
“Tell me,” I growled, driving into her with long, deep strokes. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You—” Her voice broke on a moan, eyes half-lidded, lips swollen. “I’m yours. Fuck—I’m yours, Ilya!”
The faster I drove into her, the closer I drew to the edge. I let out a deep groan that announced my arrival, and she clutched me so tightly.
“Fill me up, Ilya—please—”
My growl was primal, my muscles contracting as I hit her with harder, more relentless strokes.
“Cum in me,” she groaned, feet locked around my waist. “I want it. I want every single drop.” Her voice was desperate and urgent.
“Argh!” My restraint snapped, and I exploded deep inside her with a low, rough sound I couldn’t stop.
Her pussy accepted every drop of me until my sac was empty. Exhausted, I collapsed on top of her, my cock still buried deep inside her warm pussy.
I rolled onto my back and pulled her with me, settling her against my side. Her head rested on my chest, one leg draped across my thighs, the sheets tangled loosely beneath us.
I kept my arm around her, holding her close while our heartbeats gradually found the same slow rhythm.
She was mine now in every way that mattered. And in the silence of the room, I knew we’d crossed a line neither of us could return from.
This marked the beginning of a new chapter in our lives, but the question was: Were we ready for this change?