31. Nona #2
Something in his eyes changes. The icy blue color warms as he looks over my face.
“Staying with me is costly,” he says.
“I know.” I drop my eyes to his chest, little droplets of sweat cover his body. God, he is turning me on.
“It’s hot in here,” he says. “Too hot. You should leave.”
“Come with me.”
He hesitates, and I take his hand, backing out through the sauna door. In the cool air, I can feel that evidence of my own sweat on my forehead and arms, between my breasts and thighs. Any longer in there and I might’ve passed out.
He leans into me and kisses me. His salty sweet lips press against mine, his tongue finding mine and dancing with it. His hands move down to the hem of my t-shirt and he says, “Take this off.”
I do so immediately, pulling it off over my head. His fingertips slide up the small of my back, tracing the tendrils of sweat until they get to my bra line.
“We must be insane,” he murmurs as he undoes the clasps with a twist of his fingers. “To be together in all this.”
“I’d rather die with you than be apart,” I whisper. I’m touching his chest, my fingers sliding up to his collarbone, my hands move around his shoulders.
He pulls my jeans down, over my hips, taking my panties with them. The light sheen of sweat over my skin against the roughness of his hands sends chills racing up and down my spine. He grabs my ass and pulls me close, his cock pressing against the soft down of my pubes.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers as he bites my lip. Then he lifts me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me to the gym area and to the weight bench where he sits me down on the edge.
“Lie back,” he says, “and open your legs for me.”
I do as I’m told, lying back on the bench and opening my legs. He kneels down and grabs me my thighs, sliding me down to the edge of the bench.
“My love,” he says as he kisses my thighs, then he licks a long slow line down my skin. “I love the way you taste.”
I feel my face flush and I say, “I’m all sweaty.”
“All the better.” He alternates licking and biting the sensitive skin of my inner thigh until his face lands between my legs, his tongue moving up and down my inner lips. He rests one of my thighs on his shoulder, leaning in and circling my clit with his tongue.
I’m grabbing the edge of the bench, holding on as he starts to suck on it, rumbling moans vibrating against my pussy.
He slips his fingers inside me, curling them up and pressing them up and my toes curl. I grab hold of his hair as my hips turn up and into the fray. I moan out his name in an uncontrolled, desperate tone.
I’m going to come so fucking hard. Chills run over my body as pressure builds up inside me.
Oh… wait…
This has only ever happened once and it was during our first time together. I was so into it, I didn’t have time to be embarrassed or to react. It just happened.
“A-Alex… oh, fuck… oh, my God!”
I come. My legs straighten and the walls of my pussy tighten around his fingers and I feel a gush of my juices splash against this mouth. He doesn’t stop. He sucks my clit harder, his fingers working faster.
I’m arching my back as I keep coming, everything inside me opening up to him. I’m soaking his face, this bench, the floor. I have never come this hard before. Not in all the times we’ve been together.
He switches to slow circles with his tongue again, watching me from between my thighs. I run my hand over his hair as I ride the wave of this orgasm. My body feels like it’s on fire.
He caresses my body, his hands closing around my breasts, squeezing my nipples. He finally kisses my thighs once more, then stands and helps me up.
He turns me around so that we’re facing the mirror next to the bench. In the reflection, I’m naked, my skin shining with sweat, my thighs covered in my cum. He stands behind me, his hands moving around my waist, down between my legs. I lean into him, wrapping my arm around his neck.
“You really want this?” he says in my ear. “The two of us against the world?”
I look away from the reflection and up at him. “All I want is you.”
He looks a little surprised, but pleased. He kisses me, and the taste of myself is strong on his tongue. Our lips part and he leans down, lifting one of my legs in his arms, then with all the skill of a man of his experience, he slips himself inside me.
He fucks me standing, holding me around the waist with one arm and my leg up with the other. In bliss I lean into him, relying on him for my balance as he thrusts in long, slow strokes.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he moans. “You feel so right wrapped around my cock, baby.”
I lean forward, putting my hands on the glass of the mirror as his thrusts get harder. He lets my leg down, holding my waist as his thighs slap against my ass.
I feel his hand in my hair and he pulls, firmly holding me in place while he fucks the daylights out of me. Hard, raw cries escape my body as I lean back into him, letting his dick hit the deep, soft spots inside me.
“Oh, fuck, Nona,” he moans as he gives my ass another slap. The sting of his hand nearly sends me into orbit. “You gonna come for me, baby?”
He yanks my hair and I moan, “Yes, oh, yes.”
Another slap, then another, then slow rubs over my sore skin followed by another slap and that’s all it takes. I’m coming again, hiking myself up on my toes.
His hand is gripping my hips as he fucks me hard and fast. “Hold on, baby,” he moans. “I’m right behind you.”
He lets out a shuddering moan as warm cum fills my pussy. A few more hard thrusts before he leans into me, kissing my back, the back of my neck.
“God,” I moan. “Is it always going to be this good?”
“We’re so far away from being done,” he says breathlessly. He starts thrusting slowly, my soaked pussy tightening around him. “I want to fuck you like this every night for the rest of our lives. I love you, Nona Molotov.”
The sound of my name on his lips brings a smile to my face as I lean my head back and kiss him again. And to think, I almost ran away from this.
“I love you, Alex Molotov,” I whisper. And I do. I love this man, forever and ever.