by Lucia Franco
"You are too small," he said more under his breath than to me. I pursed my lips together. I hated to hear the pity that was conveyed in his voice. "I do not like this, Ria. You are wearing yourself down too much."
"Kova, please," I said, shutting him down.
He wasn't wrong, but I didn't want to hear it. I knew I was wearing myself down too much, but I told myself this was what I wanted and what I needed to do. I didn't want to be treated any differently, especially not now. My dream had become an addiction, and I'd willingly done anything and everything to achieve that high, now more than ever. I may have destroyed myself in the process, but I wasn't going to stop. I was too close to the pinnacle of victory. There would be no change come tomorrow.
I stepped under the waterfall spray and closed my eyes. The heated water felt heavenly as it prickled down my skin. There was just something about a scorching hot shower that I loved. Squeezing a dollop of shampoo into my hand, I began washing my hair, but was suddenly overcome with fatigue. There was a rumbling in my stomach and the bubbles were popping again. I wasn't sure why was so sick, or why I felt the way I did now. It was a probably a culmination of things and I knew moving forward I’d have to make sure I was more careful about myself. My arms fell to my sides and I exhaled in a huff. I just wanted to go to sleep.
The glass door slid open and I looked over my shoulder. My heart soared as Kova stepped under the water until his chest was pressed to my back. I was so grateful.
He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and I leaned back and took in a moment of harmony. He dropped a light kiss to the top of my head. Kova brought a sense of security that I soaked up each time and never questioned. A peace in me that I just rolled with that no one else ever gave me.
The water around our feet ran pink from the dried blood. I'd forgotten we both had it on us. We rinsed and lathered each other, and I made sure to be gentle around the A while I cleaned him. Kova washed me in the most affectionate way possible. He took care of me like he was devoted to me…and I let him. Because it felt right. Because it didn't occur to me to not let him. Because within these walls, it felt normal for us to be and feel what was natural between us, regardless of age.
Thirty-Two
Coach or not, Kova was the only person who gave me this soothing comfort, making me feel like everything was going to be okay.
I needed his strength right now. I didn't care that he had a wife or that there was a hurricane outside. Maybe that made me selfish, but when it came to Kova, my heart beat only for him. My accomplishments were for him just as much as they were for me.
God, I hated being so emotional. Everything was rising to the surface and I couldn't stop it.
Stepping out of the shower, Kova handed me a towel and said, "Dry your hair and wrap it up. I will take care of the rest."
He studied me, his eyes roaming over my face. I shot a fleeting glance in the mirror. I looked like death.
I put my hand up. "I know… I look like the ghost of Lucifer."
The corner of his eyes crinkled and Kova laughed. "I am pretty sure that is impossible," he said, hanging the towel up. "You could never resemble the devil. How do you feel?"
"Much better actually. I'm so tired, but I don't feel as sick anymore." I bit my lip. "I'm so sorry about that. I don't know what happened. I think I just need to rest a little."
I followed Kova out of the bathroom, my gaze on his perfectly round butt and the two little dimples above it as he walked toward my bed. I was infatuated with his body and could stare at it for hours.
The power flickered and my heart stopped for a second.
"Shit. The storm," I said.
"Where is your lighter?" Kova asked.
I pointed to my nightstand. He opened the drawer and shifted things around. He pulled out a tube and I drew in a mortified breath. Not the lighter he was searching for. He held it up and looked at me with one brow arched. Shit. I'd forgotten I'd thrown my lube in there for the times when it was just me and myself.
I reached for it but Kova pulled away. "Stop embarrassing me and put that away."
He grinned and I wanted to junk punch him for it. One by one, he lit every candle around my room just in time for the power to go out completely.
"Good thing we showered when we did." He joked. Handing me the lighter, he said, "But something tells me you do not mind being dirty."
I hid a smile and dropped it back into the drawer. Thank goodness he couldn't see the blush that crept up my cheeks.
"Get in the center of the bed and lie down," Kova ordered.
Once I did, Kova climbed on and lifted each ankle so my knees were bent, my body open to him. I watched him with unfazed curiosity. Little by little he stole my modesty and turned me into a vixen with loose morals.
He took my towel, and starting at my neck, he patted me dry, moving down each arm and breast. Kova was hard as a rock, his erection straining and the tip a deep purple, but he didn't try anything, knowing I wasn't feeling well. He made his way to my stomach and thighs, down my legs. Dropping the towel to the floor, he sat between my legs and pushed my knees apart. I widened them further for him until I was completely exposed.
"Kova, what are you doing," I whispered, lust filling my tone.
"You will sleep soundly after this. Let me give you what you want. You need this."
I nodded, hoping he was right. I couldn't remember the last time I ‘d slept well.
Kova dipped a finger inside of me and curled it. My thighs quivered, and I clenched around him. He slipped another in. This wasn't what I’d expected, but I didn't protest. His rough thumb circled my throbbing clit and I bit down on my bottom lip. My hips rolled toward him in a slow, sensual wave, feeling the touch of him in the most delicious way.
Our eyes met. Neither one of us said a word. He continued to pleasure me slowly, in and out, in and out. Aside from the rain outside, our heavy breathing and the sensual suctioning were the only sounds in the room. It was erotic. Lips parted and knees leisurely widened on their own. I was too aroused to remember I wasn't feeling well.
It wasn't long until Kova's tongue found my center and licked me to the point of orgasm, only to pull back. I yelled out his name, begging for him to let me finish, but he told me to wait. I wanted so badly to hold his head down and smash his face between my legs. Kova was a bittersweet tease. I needed that pressure, that force, and all he did was hold it above my head and dangle it in front of me. His tongue caressed my sensitive clit while his fingers slid in and out, and just when I thought he was done, his teeth gently scraped over my swollen pussy lips…
And sank into the tender skin.
I yelled out and arched my back, twisting my body into him and clutching the sheets in my fists. He ignored me and bit my other side. A rush of desire seeped from me. I moaned, confused by how much I liked this. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I was suddenly on cloud nine, floating in a beautiful bliss, high as my hips undulated in sweet desire and sexual frustration.
"You are very much like me in many ways, Ria." I looked at him, his face suctioned to my pussy. Deep down, I knew in many ways it was true. "You like a bite of pain with your sex, and I like to give it."
"How do I know I like it?" I asked hardly recognizing my voice.
Kova didn't reply, instead showing me by giving me one long stroke of his tongue, followed by a tight suck to my clit. I moaned in ecstasy, drowning in him.
"I know everything about you, malysh. I can tell by the way your body reacts. If you were not aroused this much by it, you would not be this wet.”
With his eyes locked on mine, this time he bit my inner thigh, but then kissed it right after. I watched his tongue slip through his lips. Legs widening, I angled my pussy toward his face and rolled my hips up, praying he'd go back to it harder. His teeth tugged on my skin and desire leaked out of me.
"Oh, oh, oh," I moaned, my legs scissoring the sides of this face. "Kova… I can't hold on much longer." I was utterly aching to the point of
pain for him and for release.
I leaned up and looked at the marks he’d made. I watched against the flickering candlelight as he flattened his tongue and licked the little crimson pearls. It pooled to new droplets and he licked again. But I couldn't formulate words because his thumb rubbed my throbbing clit in fast circles and I was too turned on watching him drink me in.
Without moving his head, Kova lifted his eyes to mine. He exhaled through his nose and the heated breath cascaded across my pussy. He was a wicked man. The corners of his delicious mouth curved up just slightly into a crooked grin before his head descended. The tip of his nose danced over my mound. My stomach swirled, this time in a good way, as he parted his lips and his teeth sank into my clit.
"I cannot get enough of you," he said, his voice hoarse.
A string of unexplainable sensations shot through me. My toes curled and I clenched around his pumping fingers on the edge of something amazing. I didn't scream or yell out. I couldn't. I panted, gasping for air. Kova rendered me breathless, certain he punctured the skin thoroughly by the way he pulled on my flush, his tongue sucking at the same time.
"Oh, Kova…" I whimpered, unable to tear my eyes from what he was doing. My nipples hardened to hard points. "I'm about to go… I need to…"
"Not yet," he said around my flesh.
He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean, then sat up on his knees. His cock was erect and bare, the tip purple as it strained between us.
He slid his hands under my lower back and lifted my hips, massaging them. Looking directly into my eyes, he said, "I made love to you last time, but this time, I need to fuck you until you remember who loves you."
I sighed under my breath, my heart clenching. I needed him just as much.
"Say it. Tell me, Adrianna."
"Kova." His name was a whisper on my lips.
In one swift motion, he slid all the way in. We both moaned in unison, our bodies fused together in the most deliciously illicit way. My thighs quivered to adjust to his size and there was a pinch from being stretched, but I loved it and reached for him.
Kova leaned over, his lips pressed to my neck, his breath hot. "Fuck, I do not know how I am going to do this." He pulled out then thrust back in hard and fast, my hips arched taking him deeper. "Be married to her but only want you."
No female in the world ever wanted to be the other woman. I never wanted to, never really thought about it until now, but when you're faced with losing in the situation like I was, you have a change of mind and heart and take whatever you can get.
"Then don't give me up," was all I could say. The thought of losing him physically hurt me. I was willing to be the other girl. "Don't leave me."
"I do not think I can," he said between thrusts. "I love being inside you. I love everything about you. I cannot keep going on like this without you by my side."
Kova pulled out and I cried in protest. "What are you doing?"
Naturally, he ignored me. Kova got off the bed and stood at the end of it. He grabbed my ankle and yanked me to the edge and flipped me over. He clutched both hips and hitched me up.
"Face on the bed. Arch your back."
I did as he said and turned my head to watch him. Breathing heavily, I thought he was going to slide back in, but I should've known better.
Pulling my butt cheeks apart, he bent over and dragged his flat tongue from the tip of my clit all the way up to my little puckered hole. I reached out and fisted the sheets, sighing as he circled the entrance.
"What is it with you and my ass?" I could barely say the words.
"One day you will beg me to take this ass."
"Never," I whispered as he devoured my pussy, his finger trying to penetrate the little hole. My eyes rolled shut in blissful agony. Why did it feel so much better at this angle? "I want to sit on your face," I admitted.
"Let me fuck you first, then you can," he said, then thrust in so hard and fast I wasn't expecting it.
This time I screamed. I shot up, but Kova pushed me down, making sure I took every inch of him at this angle. He rocked into me, forcing my hips into a roll and clutching my butt cheeks. He had a mean grip on my hips as he thrust so ruthlessly. His hips pounded my ass, slamming into me with brutal force, pulling me to him while he thrust into me at the same time. His cock hit deep and hard, penetrating without reserve. My bed slid across the floor from how hard he was driving into me. I clenched up and he pressed a hand to my back again forcing me to stay down.
"Ah, ah, ah." I moaned somewhere between pain and pleasure.
My stomach clenched, feeling a little more pain than usual, kind of hoping he would be done already. I wasn't sure I would be able to come like this myself. He was so deep inside of me that it hurt at this angle.
"Take it. Take all of me, please. Just take me as I am," he begged, then thrust faster than he ever had and came inside of me. "Let me have you like this." He grabbed my hips, helping me take his full length all the way. "Oh, Ria… Fuck…"
The pleasure was almost too much. I watched over my shoulder, fixated on him as his head rolled back and his sexy muscles flexed then contracted. He smashed into me hard, pumping, then holding me still as he orgasmed. He scooped an arm under my waist and held me tight, his other hand squeezing the back of my neck, his cock throbbing with virility and warmth as his seed spread through me. His damp chest was pressed to my back as he grunted and groaned and drove into me with the power of a hundred men.
Okay. Maybe I was exaggerating a little bit, but that's what it felt like.
"Do not move," he said, breathing heavily.
My thighs quivered relentlessly as he pulled out. I continued to watch over my shoulder, but Kova was engrossed with my sex.
"Push it out," he said, his voice hoarse.
I shook my head but gave it to him anyway. A little plop sounded, and I shifted to look between my legs. Kova's cum dripped out of me without even having to try.
"Do it. Push my cum out and let me watch it drip down your pussy and over your clit."
"You're such a dirty man," I said, then brazenly did exactly what he’d demanded.
The thick gooeyness did exactly what he said it would do, only it didn't drop onto the bed. Two of his fingers caught it and pushed it back into my aching pussy. My hips reared back and I moaned, riding his fingers, still needing the release. Kova's eyes glistened like he was in a trance while he shoved his cum back into me.
"Kova," I said in almost a whine. "This isn't fair."
In the blink of an eye, he was on his back with his head near my headboard. "Give me that pussy. Sit on my face, malysh, and do not hold back."
I was a little shy, but I didn't hesitate as I crawled up his body until I was up on my knees with my hands on the headboard. I looked between us. My nipples were hard and rosy, and he was staring right at them. We'd never done this before, and I was suddenly a little embarrassed. Kova sensed it and pulled me down to his mouth.
It was all over after that.
"Oh, fuck," I said, drawing out the word.
My hips took over of their own accord. I grinded on his face, hoping I wasn't hurting him but not really caring if I was. The pleasure felt too good and I didn't want it to stop. I guess he liked it because he pulled me harder to him. I rubbed myself on him, his stubble heightening the desire while I rolled my hips over him.
"Just like that," I said breathlessly. "This might be my favorite position."
Then, he stuck two fingers in me and bit down on my clit. His free hand pinched my nipple until I saw stars.
I. Was. Done.
My orgasm hit hard, exploding through my body. It prickled my skin and throttled me to high after high. A scream of ecstasy tore from my chest as I fucked his mouth with my pussy. I reached between us and fisted his hair to pull his head as tight as I could to my sex as I grinded down and came all over his mouth. Kova took me just like I took him. My thighs quivered and squeezed his face. I was probably hurting him. Hopefully he could breathe.
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My heart slowing, the orgasm faded and I released my hold on his hair, hoping I didn't pull any out. God, that was amazing. Kova had me on my back in one breath hovering above me. He brushed my hair back. His mouth wet with my pleasure and his eyes a crazy intense kind of lust flaring with emotion.
"I fucking love you," he growled, then crashed his lips to mine.
I loved him, too.
Thirty-Three
"Adrianna… Adrianna."
I was sprawled out on my stomach with my head burrowed beneath a pillow. There was a chill in my bones but I felt so hot at the same time. A hand rubbed circles on my back as I slowly stirred awake. My eyes burned like I hadn't slept very long, but the deep slumber I was coming out of said otherwise.
"Adrianna." His thick Russian accent was a whisper that seemed so far away.
"Hmm…?"
I moved the pillow off my head and brushed my hair from my face, trying to look toward the sound of his voice. I opened my eyes but they felt like they were on fire. My entire body felt like it was swelling with heat. I attempted to sit up, but my elbows gave out. I felt horrible. Lethargic and dead tired. If I didn't know any better, I'd say I was having a flare up.
Rolling onto my back, I rubbed my forehead and a soft sigh escaped off my lips.
"I'm so lightheaded." The room spun and my head felt like an inflated balloon. "What time is it?"
Kova sat down on the edge of the mattress and looked down. It was still dark, but the light from the bathroom illuminated parts of the room.
"It is almost six in the morning. I need to get to the gym."
I frowned. "What about the hurricane?"
"It has passed us and luckily did not turn into a cat four. Your power is back on."
I nodded and tried to sit up again, but Kova didn't allow it.
"No, I have practice. I need to go. I have to be there." I struggled against him, but he was so much stronger and insisted I lay down. I wasn't sure how I'd do at practice feeling the way I did, but I needed to be there.
