Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 120165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
I sank down and it was tight, silken perfection, every inch he touched sending out shimmering, silver stars of pleasure. I stopped, panting, then pressed on his shoulders and pushed myself up again, drawing him from me until just the head held me open, then sinking back down again. This time, I kept going, a long, satiny rush, and he cursed and clutched me tight as I took him right down to the root.
We stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard. I was sitting in his lap, with his arms wrapped around me and my breasts gently brushing his chest as the currents moved them. With him hilted inside me and my groin pressed tight up against his, I could feel every tiny movement he made, every breath he took, and I felt so incredibly close to him.
I tentatively pushed myself up again, not used to being in control, and he growled deep in his chest as I moved on him. Up, up, up...and then down, unleashing another starburst of pleasure, one I had to have again, now. I started to rise and fall on him, using my legs to power me and wrapping my arms around his neck for support. I stared right into those eyes that once had been so frozen: now, they were meltingly hot and completely locked on mine. Each time I lifted myself it was a long, slow loss that only made my downward rush sweeter. I kept it slow at first, wanting to savor the feeling, and he cursed under his breath...but controlled himself and let me set the pace. But I couldn’t go slow for long: the silvery explosion of pleasure as he rushed into me was too addictive and I started moving faster and faster, bouncing in his lap, turning the surface of the hot tub into rolling waves.
He ran his hands up my body and cupped my breasts, rubbing my nipples as they bounced in his hands. I moved faster, and the silvery bursts of pleasure started to merge together, crackling through my whole body. I went even faster, my ass slapping against his thighs underwater, and the starbursts began to melt...but I couldn’t move fast enough to heat them to full, molten silver. The water was hard to move through quickly and my joints were beginning to ache.
He understood. He gripped my hips and used his strength to move me, hauling me up and ramming me down on his cock. My mouth opened but I couldn’t speak: each deep, hard stroke sent out another silvery rush and now they were melting together, becoming a dense, molten ball that was compressing and compressing. He slid his hands under my ass and squeezed my cheeks, slamming me down on him, now, the water churning and splashing over the edges. He began to squeeze my ass cheeks in rhythm with the fucking and the slight roughness made it even better. He moved me faster and I sucked in my breath, faster and I trembled. I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead to his, feeling my walls beginning to flutter around him...
He braced his feet against the bottom of the hot tub and strained upwards with his hips, grinding against my clit, and that was enough to send me over the edge. I moaned into his ear, feeling myself beginning to come, and he clutched me tight to him as I writhed against him and he shot and shot inside me.
When we’d recovered, he gently lifted me out of the hot tub and lovingly dried me with a towel, then carried me downstairs, a limp, happy mess.
I woke, but didn’t know why.
The bedroom was quiet and still but I had a vague half-memory of hearing something. Several somethings. Soft thumps on the floor. Had Radimir gotten up and was walking around?
Eyes still closed, I felt for him...then relaxed when I felt the reassuring warm slab of his pec under my cheek. God, I was so happy! Happy like I’d never been. When I felt the first twinge of worry in my stomach, I blocked it out. Nope. Not spoiling this.
But as I lay there in the darkness, the worries multiplied, creeping in from different angles until I had to acknowledge them. This was literally the honeymoon period. Was this really going to work, long term, when there was this huge part of his life that I wasn’t part of, and that might wind up killing him?
Part of me was disappointed about our conversation on the sailboat: I guess on some stupid, secret level, I’d hoped he’d say Of course I’ll leave the Bratva for you, my love, and become a hedge fund manager or something, and that would be that. And another part of me was almost jealous, as if he was choosing it over me.