Daisy
There is a toothbrush in Mechislav Federov’s bathroom with my name on it.
It doesn’t literally have my name on it.
That would be insane, even for a man who asked me to marry him approximately twelve hours after we decided we might actually have a relationship.
It’s still in its plastic wrapper when I find it in the cabinet, wedged between a packet of razor blades and a bottle of peroxide.
I see myself in the mirror holding a perfectly ordinary blue toothbrush and trying to decide why it feels more intimate than most of the things we’ve already done together.
His apartment is quiet beyond the bathroom door.
I can hear him moving around in the kitchen, the dull opening and closing of cupboards, the low mechanical sound of the coffee machine.
The first time I slept here I woke up convinced I’d made the worst decision of my life.
This morning I woke with one of his arms around my waist. Who knows what will happen tomorrow morning.
Apparently, I’m capable of considerable personal growth after a one-night stand.
I brush my teeth, pull my hair into something vaguely intentional and go into the kitchen.
Mechislav has changed clothes and is standing at the counter in a pair of dark sweatpants and nothing else.
Immediately, my ability to concentrate on anything beyond the line of muscle disappearing into his waistband is considerably more difficult than it needs to be.
He looks up from the coffee he’s pouring. “You find it okay?”
“Yes.” I smile.
My bag is still on his table exactly where I left it.
I walk over and sit at the table, tucking one bare foot under the opposite thigh. There’s already a mug waiting beside my bag. I take a sip and discover he has remembered exactly how I drink it despite the fact I don’t remember ever telling him.
“You’re staring again,” he says.
“Can you blame me?” I ask and he laughs.
He looks down at his body, then back at me with a smile. “Nobody has ever been so open about admiring my body before. It could certainly feed my ego.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Well, it’s not like you don’t feed mine.”
He picks up his own coffee and comes around the counter. There’s plenty of room at the table, but he pulls the chair beside mine rather than the one opposite and sits close enough that his knee presses against my thigh.
I look at him.
“What?” he asks, while my eyes wander over the tattoo on his chest.
I take a sip of coffee, then say, “You’re very clingy for a terrifying criminal.”
“I’m sitting in a chair.”
“There are four other chairs in this room alone.” I point to them, as if he isn’t aware.
“I like this one,” he offers with a shrug.
There’s absolutely nowhere to go with that, so I drink my coffee and try to stop smiling.
“We shouldn’t be drinking coffee this late,” I say.
“I need you energized,” he says, swinging his eyes to mine, “for that I have planned tonight.”
I put my coffee down, and he hooks one arm beneath my knees and one around my back, lifting me from the chair and carrying me through to his room.
“You said you bought a toy,” he says as he places me down on his bed. “What was it?”
“I’m not answering that,” I squeal. “That’s my private business. Besides, I told you. It wasn’t any good.”
“Why not?” he asks, pulling my sweater over my head.
“It just wasn’t the same.”
He pulls the cups of my bra down, revealing my peaked nipples and teasing both with his fingers.
I reach down to the waistband of his pants and pull them down enough for his cock to spring out over the elastic. His balls are heavy and full, ready to fill me again.
“I don’t know whether you’re needy or greedy,” he says as I grip his shaft and squeeze until a bead of precum appears at the tip. “But either way, I really enjoy it.”
“I liked knowing I was full of your cum all day while I went about my life like you hadn’t fucked me senseless.”
He groans, his hips jutting forward involuntarily at my words.
I squeeze him again, only letting go when he moves out of my reach while removing my jeans.
Once he is back within reach, I get onto my knees and take the head of him into my mouth, swirling my tongue over him to gather up his salty taste.
He groans long and low. “I had a plan, Daisy,” he says, his voice gravelly. I bring both hands to his shaft, pumping in time with my tongue movements as Mechislav’s hands tangle in my hair.
I move one hand from his cock and cup his balls, stroking and squeezing lightly, feeling the weight of them.
Mechislav groans again, his grip tightening in my hair.
“Daisy, you’re going to have to slow down.” His words are a little breathless and send a jolt of pleasure through me. “I can’t be held responsible for what happens if you carry on.”
I’m enjoying myself too much to slow down, the knowledge that I’m making him feel so good, good enough to possibly lose control, makes me slick between my thighs.
“Fuck, Daisy—”
I pull off him just in time to watch the first spurt of cum shoot from him and splatter over my neck and chest. Three more follow in quick succession in time with his moans until my tits are covered, his cock twitching the last of his release down my hand.
“Fuck,” he says again, looking at my cum splattered tits. “You should photograph this. You look hot.”
I release his cock from my hand and lean back on his bed, stroking my fingers over the mess of him on my skin.
I trail them down over my stomach and part my folds, stuffing my cum covered fingers inside me.
Then I do the same with the other hand, until four of my fingers are working my entrance while he watches.
His cock twitches while he watches me, the last drops of cum leaking from the tip as I stroke more of his cum into me.
“You’re still creamy from this morning,” he says, kneeling on the bed between my spread legs.
He brings his mouth to me, licking and sucking at my delicate skin until my whole body is trembling.
“Do you want my cum in you, Daisy? Is that what you need?”
I nod my head with a pout.
“You know,” he observes, pulling his head back from my pussy and dropping a kiss to my thigh. “I’ve never cum inside a woman before. Always used protection until you. With you the need to fill you overtook all common sense. It was like a primal urge and it hasn’t gone away.”
He strokes his fingers over my chest this time, collecting his thick cum, and without hesitation slides them straight into my waiting cunt.
“I’ve never been cum in, before,” I say. “Not once. Then with you I just needed it so badly. Needed to feel like you owned every part of me. I felt like I was being consumed and the only thing that could save me was being filled by you. But now I want it more and more and it’s driving me insane.”
He scoops the last of his cum from my tits and pushes it into me.
“I’ll fill you every day and night for the rest of my life if it’s what you need.
” He licks my clit and my hips buck. He keeps his fingers inside me as I push my hands into his hair and pull his face closer.
“I love the way you squeeze me when you’re getting close.
” As if to prove his point, he licks my clit again, curling his fingers inside me until I cry out.
My vision whites out as he ravages my clit relentlessly. It can only be seconds, but time seems to have changed as the orgasm takes hold and a plummet over the edge with a scream.
Something changes in the middle of it, the sensation inside me. I open my eyes to find Mechislav is fucking me like an absolute savage. Both of my legs are resting against his shoulders as his thick cock pumps into me driving me over an entirely new edge.
“Milk me, Daisy,” he cries out. “Let your tight cunt suck me dry.”
He comes with a shout, wincing with the exertion of coming again so soon after the last time. A whimpering sound escapes him as he finishes and jerks back, his cock slipping from me.
He collapses beside me, panting.
“You’re mine, Daisy Bishop. And if I have to fill you a million times to prove it, I will. Even if it kills me.”
I’m still trying to blink myself back into reality, but I heard every word.