body quivering beneath me, which is a good start.
“Get on the bed,” I order from around her wet mouth.
She seems confused, but there is no way I’m rutting into her like some sex-starved dog. I want this experience to be as comfortable for her as possible.
Lifting her, I carry her toward the bed, but this isn’t going to be hearts and roses. I toss her onto the mattress, growling when her breasts bounce from the force. I crawl up the foot of the bed as she scampers away on her elbows to rest on the pillows.
Once she’s on her back, I sit on my heels and take a minute to examine this woman who stole my breath the moment I met her. Her loyalty and her strength are unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, and to have her affections makes me the luckiest man alive.
I don’t deserve her, but I want her, so I will ensure I become the best man I can for us both.
She blushes and turns her cheek, embarrassed by the way I’m staring at her. But she has nothing to be embarrassed about. She is a goddess and deserves to be worshiped by all.
I lower my body onto hers, loving the way we fit. Kissing her gently, I run a hand down her chest, cupping a breast and running my thumb over her pearled nipple. She moans, as I know she enjoys her breasts being played with.
So I continue kneading her while I walk my fingers toward her sex. She’s so wet that my two fingers slip in with ease. I begin thrusting deeply, before circling, wishing to stretch her wide. She whimpers, cupping her hand over mine, and encouraging me to go faster.
Her wish is my command.
Her muscles are stretched wide, and I know she wants to come, but I permit her from doing so. I slowly draw back and roll off her.
“Turn onto your side.”
She does as I ask, her breathing suddenly accelerated.
Shuffling up behind her, I make sure she can feel my erection. If she wants me to stop, this is the time to tell me. In response, she scoots backward, pressing her ass against me.
Reaching around her hip, I run two fingers along her entrance but don’t penetrate. I just want her to feel every part of me before we commence. She whimpers, bowing back, a silent invitation that she’s ready. So I continue touching her pussy, gathering her honey onto my fingers.
She wants more, gasping each time I touch her, which is good. I need her wild with need. My fingers are coated in her arousal, which I then rub over her back entrance. She freezes.
“Relax, красавица,” I whisper, biting the shell of her ear.
She loosens up a little, but this won’t work with her so rigid.
Cupping her breast as I massage her ass, I whisper to her in Russian.
She moans, finally letting go so I can slip the tip of my finger into her ass.
“Wh-what did you say?” she whimpers.
“I said, you’re beautiful,” I reply, circling her areola as I slowly glide my finger into her. Once I’m half a finger in, I continue. “And that you feel so good.”
“Oh, god,” she moans, slowly arching her back to take me in deeper.
I work my finger in gradually until I hit home.
Ella clenches her muscles, but when I kiss her neck and return to touching her sex, she relaxes, allowing me to possess every part of her. She begins to leisurely bounce back on my finger, gathering momentum as I stretch her wide enough for my cock to replace my finger.
When I turn my finger, she cries out but doesn’t retreat. She allows me to prepare her because if I don’t get inside her within the next few seconds, I’m going to explode.
Removing my fingers from both entrances, I place my hand that was cupping her pussy seconds ago in front of her mouth.
“Spit,” I command.
She does.
I then coat the tip of my cock and her behind. “And lastly, I said…” I slowly inch myself into her entrance, waiting for her muscles to slacken.
When they do, I continue. “I want you on my cock.”
“Oh my god,” she pants as I grip her hip and guide her back onto my cock as I slide into her ass.
Once fully sheathed, I stop, bowing my head as I need to take a breather. This feels incredible. “Is this okay?”
Hardly articulate, but I can’t focus on anything other than Ella.
She nods with a whimper.
“Can I