by Lucia Franco
He grasped the back of my neck while his other hand sought entrance into my opening. I moaned, rotating my hips into his palm while his fingers caressed me gently. He kissed me hard, bruising almost, letting me know just how much he wanted me despite his hesitation.
Rolling my hips into his again so I could feel pressure on my clit, I groaned and silently asked for more. A skilled finger glided down my slit and nudged its way in. I pulled his tongue into my mouth as my hands drifted off his face, down his neck where he swallowed hard, to his taut shoulders. I gave a little squeeze, letting him know everything was okay. My hands roamed over every inch of his chest, his rock hard muscles that led to his beautifully strong arms I couldn’t get enough of. Such curvature and sharpness at every arc. When my hands encircled his waist, I reached for the hem of his shirt.
The hand around my neck loosened its grip and his other hand gave one last caress over my opening before smoothly leaving the warmth of my shorts. He stepped back, separating our passionate lips, and I got what I wanted. Kova reached behind his neck and pulled his shirt off over his head and discarded it to the floor.
With a glint in his eyes and his arms spread wide, telling me to come to him, I tracked his every move as he backed away. Take what you want. Our eyes never wavered as he walked backward to the other side of the dance room. We both knew he wouldn’t make the first move. He was going to make sure I really wanted this—and I did.
Once I reached him, I gripped the back of his neck and climbed up his body, wrapping my legs around his waist. I’ve fantasized doing this since the first time we were together. He was big and I was small and I wanted to be held in his arms just like this.
Kova hugged me tight, one hand behind my neck, the other under my ass as he turned me around and pushed my back to the wall.
Heat blazed in his eyes as he closed the distance and pressed his chest to mine. He was a breath away from my lips when he asked, “What are we doing?”
“I don’t know.” I locked my legs around his back, rolling my hips up. His shaft was long and heavy against my center, pressing into me. Kova’s jaw flexed. Pulling his face down to mine, I licked my lips but he pulled back.
“Ria, think about what you are about to start.” He breathed slow heavy breaths.
I nodded frantically. I already knew because I’ve imagined it numerous times. “What we are going to start.” My fingers threaded his hair and warmth spread through me.
He ignored my last comment and asked, “You want this?”
I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
His eyes roamed my face, searching for an uncertainty he wasn’t going to find. “Are you sure?”
I nodded.
“You realize the chances we are taking, right? What could happen to us?”
“I do.”
His brows pinched together, his voice grim. “The repercussions we face?”
“I’m aware. I’m tired of fighting this, dancing around each other. I want you.” I pressed my core against his erection.
“I am a man who can only be pushed so far.” A tick worked in Kova’s jaw. “You should not have told me that.”
I bit my lip. “Why not?”
“Because then I will not feel as bad for doing this.” He planted his mouth to mine with a fervor he’d held back until now, and I surrendered to his kiss.
Kova rested his weight on me, groaning loudly. The feel of his body on mine, the hardness of this man was euphoric. It made my head spin with bliss. He held me lovingly, his fingers caressing my face as if he was making love to my mouth. This kiss was much slower, methodic, showing me what he was capable of. His warm, thick tongue circled mine. My fingers tugged his hair, my hips undulated against him when his stubble brushed my face. He was suffocating me with his skilled mouth and I couldn’t get enough.
Kova pulled back, panting against my lips. “We really should stop.”
I ignored him. Licking my lips, I angled his head to the side and pressed my mouth to his neck. My tongue swept out, tasting his salty skin and pulled him into my mouth with a little bite.
Pushing off the wall, Kova spun around and brought our joined bodies to the floor. His lips found mine again and he quickly deepened the kiss. His arms planted on the sides of my head, caging me in. He was a beast over me, so big and large to my small frame. His raging erection settled between my legs. I wanted to feel his length, skin on skin, and maybe more. Sex would be scary the first time, no matter who I was with, but it wasn’t like I was saving myself for anyone.
Not that I planned to sleep around, either.
“Is anyone else in the gym,” I asked against his mouth.
He shook his head. “Just us. I looked around before I came in here and found you.”
I wanted to get a better hold on him. My hands left his hair and made their way to his magnificently toned back, feeling every ridge and muscle as I skimmed down and slipped my hands beneath his elastic waistband to grab his ass.
Bare.
He was going commando and I wondered if he was always like this.
“Do you normally skip the boxers?”
Kova tensed when my hands touched his flesh, then relaxed. His grin was my answer, and I melted.
“I do not own a pair of boxers,” he freely admitted.
His skin was so silky smooth, I wanted to touch him everywhere. If he didn’t own a pair, that meant he didn’t wear any to practice either. Why that enticed me more, I had no idea, but I loved the fact he was bare underneath. My hips widened as far as possible to accommodate his body, a light moan escaped my chest, allowing him to settle more deeply into my heat.
“God,” I breathed. “This feels so good.”
“More than I imagined it would.”
His needy lips met mine again, his kiss was frantic, and his rotating hips never stopped. He slowly rocked his erection back and forth against me, eliciting another moan from my mouth. He hit my clit every time, pushing me higher. My body was on fire, my skin damp. I imagined this was how he made love.
“You’re so hard, so big,” I said between kisses and he chuckled. My thighs tightened around him, the pleasure almost unbearable.
Taking a chance, my hands gingerly moved outward to his hips. I hesitated, wondering if he’d let me or tell me to stop.
As my hand slid between our bodies, a thumb raked across my nipple and my hips bucked. I wasn’t expecting him to touch me there and I surprised myself when I realized I wanted him to do it again. With parted lips and heated breath, I looked into his green eyes that had darkened while he ran his thumb in circles over my hardening nipple. Overwhelmed with sensations running through my body, I couldn’t form words and just arched into him instead.
I pushed my hand between us, gauging his reaction as I did, but he gave nothing away. Little hairs tickled my fingers, his thumb picked up the pace, and his hips stopped moving. I threaded my fingers through the softness of his curls, circling his shaft before moving lower.
I was pretty sure he didn’t expect me to cup his sack, his body tightened everywhere and his breathing became labored.
“Adrianna,” he gritted, a vein jutted from his neck. His Russian accent was stronger than ever. I loved when he said my name like that.
“Don’t tell me to stop,” I begged, caressing him in my hand. “Oh God. I’m...” I trailed off when he rubbed against me faster and faster. I needed to reach that high point so desperately.
Slowly, Kova leaned down to my neck. Not meaning to, I grasped his balls and held on. Kova cringed.
“Adrianna, lighten up. They are not stress balls. They are sensitive.”
I chuckled into his neck and apologized, rubbing them softly. A throaty moan escaped him and I smiled inwardly. Lips pressed to my neck, he laid open mouthed kisses along my jaw as he said, “I have to go, I should leave.” But he never got up. “You have to know,” he said between kisses, “I have never done this with another gymnast before. Never looked at them the way—” he hesitated.
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sp; “The way what?”
“Nothing. Never mind.”
He squeezed his eyes shut and ignored me. “Kova—” I lost all train of thought when his mouth suckled my neck so seductively. I relaxed my hold on him and moaned loudly, giving him more access.
“Ahhh...feels so good.”
When I finally moved my hand, Kova pulled back and peered down at me. The back of my fingers gently scaled his erection from base to tip. Slowly, my thumb reached out and followed the same pattern, then circled the tip. Kova shuddered, his eyes tightly rolling shut. I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right judging by the painful look on his face.
Moving to the top of his penis, moisture coated my fingers.
“Remove your hand,” he demanded. But I ignored him. He was wet like me, only not as much. I had to be doing something right.
Opening my hand, hard, hot flesh scorched me while I wrapped my fingers around to stroke him. He was really big and thick. I couldn’t fathom how anyone had sex with him. As I applied pressure, he pulsed against my hand and then pinched my nipple, forcing me to squeeze my thighs shut. My back bowed. The pain associated with the pleasure just about threw me over the edge. Kova dropped his lips to my chest. His fingers danced along my sports bra seeking permission but not entering.
“Remove your hand,” he repeated.
“I don’t want to.”
“Adrianna, I can only hold on for so long before I snap. There is no going back once that happens. I will not be able to control myself.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I acted like I did.
“That’s okay.”
“No, it is not. The things I am thinking right now,” he swallowed hard, “I should be appalled at myself.”
“Tell me.”
“Fuck, no.”
“Please...”
“No.”
“What if...what if I tell you what I’m thinking?” I whispered, squeezing the tip of his penis.
“Agh...Hell no. Please do not, I do not want to know.” He dropped his forehead to mine, his eyes cinching shut as I stroked him. His hands moved and became fists on the sides of my head as he fought to maintain composure.
“I want...” I began, my voice shaking, “I want to know what this would feel like sliding in my pussy...deep inside of me.”
“No. No. No. Not now, not ever.” He grunted and groaned at the same time. His voice sounded like gravel. “Do not say those things to me. I am struggling to hold on here.”
I whimpered. I was throbbing. “I need to come and I want to feel this here.” I angled his penis toward my entrance, which ended up being a bad idea. My eyes rolled shut and we both strained against each other.
“Christ,” he thumbed my clit.
“That feels so good,” I whispered, my voice foreign. Even between the clothes it felt incredible.
Kova moaned so loudly I shivered. “No...We cannot...”
“We can go back to my place.”
“Are you fucking crazy?”
I answered him with a stare and a slight tip of my brows. Kova made me want to discover more about my body, and his. “I would never say anything, I’m good at keeping secrets.”
“Exactly. All the more reason for nothing more to happen. Your father would ruin me if we fucked, because you know if we go back there that is what is happening. I am two seconds from ripping your clothes off as it is.”
My jaw dropped. I was rendered speechless.
He shook his head frantically. “I cannot be alone with you anymore. It is not safe for a number of reasons.”
“Then let’s do it here,” I blurted out.
“Not a chance.”
“Please, Kova, I’m begging you. I want to do it. You make me feel so good, I want more of that feeling.”
“I do not do it, in the sense you are thinking, Ria. I would hurt you. Sex is not always gentle and sweet like you assume it is.”
“I know, I’m not naive to think that.” I paused, then said, “Please I...let’s go to my place. It’s discrete and we don’t have to worry about someone showing up.”
His head snapped up. “You think you have this all figured out.”
“Honestly, not really. I’m just going with feeling, and right now I know what I want and what I want to experience.” I took a chance and swallowed. “And I think you do too.”
Kova pulled away and sat back on his knees between my opened legs. I should’ve kept my mouth shut, then maybe we wouldn’t have stopped. Immediately, I missed the heat of his body, the weight of him on me, his thumb caressing my nipple.
He ran a hand through his hair as I looked down between us. He was sticking straight up like there was a pole in his pants. He followed my gaze, palmed his big erection, and began stroking himself over his shorts. His chest was as red as a cherry and his tattoo caught my attention. I was enthralled by the pure sexiness before me. I’d never seen another guy do this and found it extremely mesmerizing.
“You are soaking wet,” he said in a throaty whisper. “I can see it.” He licked his lips. Heat rose up my chest and burned my cheeks.
Releasing his dick, he placed both of his hands on my thighs, pressing my legs down. His hands cinched upward, his thumbs digging roughly into my skin. I clenched my thighs when he neared my sex, wanting desperately for his hand to be there again.
In what felt like an eternity, he placed a thumb to my clit, over my shorts. My back bowed and my head flew back, a loud sigh releasing from me.
“Put your arms above your head and do not move. Stay still, Ria.” I did as he ordered and kept my eyes trained on his. “I want to give you what you need. This is the only way we can do anything...I do not trust myself.” I didn’t question his sudden change of heart and allowed him to do what he pleased.
He began rubbing circles against my throbbing little bud, that exquisite feeling came back full force. My thighs flexed, and he stopped. “Still.”
I nodded vehemently, then blurted out, “It’s not easy to sit still when you’re on the brink of an orgasm.”
He paused and responded, “It will make it that much better for you if you listen. Trust me.”
Kova continued his rubbing and as much as I loved it, I wished there wasn’t a barrier between my pussy and his finger.
Another slow, but steady circle around me made me gasp. My heart climbed in my throat, sensations tingled throughout my body. My thighs quivered. A drop of wetness slipped out of me and I wondered if he could feel it. My chest rose and fell, my nipples were little pebbles as his breathing grew deeper with each stroke of his hand.
Kova applied pressure to his touch and I expelled a loud sigh, loving every minute of this intense feeling. Needing more, my hips started to roll but he stopped.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I lied, and he pinched my clit though my thin shorts. My back arched, the pleasurable pain caused me to fade in and out. “Kova...” I whimpered.
“Tell me what you are thinking or I stop.” He rubbed harder and faster. “Tell me,” he demanded, and paused.
I whimpered, actually whimpered at the break, and then gave him the truth. “I was thinking about how I wish there was nothing between us, no clothes or anything, so I can feel your fingers...” I swallowed, “pushing into me.”
He growled. “And?”
I eased into it, his thumbing sliding dangerously low to the opening of my shorts. “I...I wondered if you could feel me getting wetter...like, see it drip down my ass.” Christ, my face was burning and I held in my breath.
“Ria, I do not know how to say this any other way, but take your shorts off. Now.”
I froze, my chest burning from lack of oxygen.
“Take them off, or else I will,” he said.
Insecurity clouded my head at the thought of him seeing me naked. “But you told me not to move.”
Kova’s deep rumble in his chest caused my fingers to tremble at the waistband. With two hands blurring in front of my
face, he swiftly ripped my shorts off, leaving me exposed and my bottom half completely bare to him. And I let him, without faltering. Even though I was slightly apprehensive going this far with a guy, the need for his touch, to be closer to him, overpowered everything, and I succumbed to his demand.
“Fuck,” he hissed when his fingers immediately danced across my soft, plump flesh. My first impulse was to close my legs, but I found the inquisitiveness in his eyes to be appealing, so I fought against my own instinct. He was in awe while he stared down as a shaky breath left his chest, rushing from between his lips.
“I did not realize how bare you really are,” his voice cracked, muttering something in Russian. “Not a hair to be found. So smooth...”
I wasn’t expecting the change in touch to be so drastic, but Kova gripped my inner thighs and yanked me to him. He leaned down to my center, his nose grazed my buttery soft skin and inhaled. He tilted his head to the side, feeling me with his face before his tongue slipped out.
I held my breath again. He wouldn’t.
Peering up through his thick eyelashes, he purposely locked eyes with me. His mouth was just centimeters from my pussy when his breath rolled against my hairless sex. My hips twitched against him and I let out a loud content moan. This was pure torture.
“I do not know what has gotten into me, I feel like a crazed man.” I could feel his words drift across my pussy. “You are so beautiful like this, the things I want to do, what I am thinking,” he admitted, his stubble tickling me. “You are glistening, soaking wet and dripping on to the floor for me. I love that I do this to you.”
On the floor?
My chest flamed hot, the blood pushing to the surface. My clit was throbbing in pain, longing for release.
The tip of his nose touched the top of my slit. “Spread your legs more,” he ordered, his words brushing against my center. He paused, his eyes taking on a new shade of green. “May I?”
My eyes were heavy with lust and they rolled shut. He was asking me? He didn’t need to ask, he could just take and I’d allow it. All I could manage to do was nod and wait for him.
He flattened his tongue and swiped up my sex from bottom to top, kissing it gently. My head flew back, my hands slammed onto the wood floor as a gush of air exploded from my lungs. Never in my life had I ever felt something so incredibly delectable, so easily addictive. It was like being high on drugs, not that I knew what that was, but I imagined this was better.
