Sin Shot

by Raine Miller

  “As fun as it would be to take you here on this kitchen counter, it is not at all what I had in mind. Come with me.”

  It’s jarring when pulls himself away from me, but I take his hand and we practically run up the stairs to the bedroom suite. Georg hurries into the bathroom and runs a bath, complete with a minty soap. As the water runs, filling the air with fragrant steam, I follow him, still only in my skirt, my breasts bared and feeling heavy with desire. I watch him as he removes his shoes and socks and then lights several candles placed around the ledge of the tub. He turns on some music. A sexy-sounding woman sings, I’ve been a bad, bad girl. I’ve been careless with a delicate man.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever heard this song,” I admit.

  “It’s Fiona Apple,” he tells me.

  “She’s sexy.”

  “That’s the point,” he says with a wink, dancing in a way that I think it supposed to be sexy, but actually ends up making me giggle.

  I’m shivering, teeth chattering, but it’s definitely not cold in here. I’m nervous. Georg senses this and comes to stand in front of me. He rubs his arms over my bare upper arms, causing my skin to erupt in goosebumps. My nipples tighten up once more.

  “Take a deep breath, Pamela.” He places a single kiss on my collarbone. “I want this to be so good for you.”

  He divests me of my shoes and socks and then my skirt and panties before pulling off his own shirt and jeans and handing me a hair tie. I pull my mass of hair up into a messy bun while Georg stares hungrily at the whole length of my body. His green eyes start at my breasts and then trail down below. He definitely appreciates the waxing. He’s told me several times.

  I take a minute to admire his body as he drops the last of his clothes to the floor, the black boxers making a soft noise as they land on top of the growing pile of discarded clothes. He kicks the messy pile out of the way with his foot and looks at me.

  The two of us completely naked facing each other.

  It’s extremely intimate. Just the two of us baring ourselves. No words are spoken, because I think we both understand a moment of silent admiration is what’s needed. I certainly need it. I haven’t had nearly enough naked time with him. Not that it’s even possible to have enough naked time with Georg. He was a beautiful man even before I fell in love with him. Now that I know he loves me too, I want to look at what’s mine.

  I take in every muscled line of him, from his sculpted chest and arms down to the V below his cut abs that renders my normally sane mind to utter mush, and below that, his beautiful hard cock that I’m dying to feel moving inside me. I think I might die if I don’t feel it soon.

  He lifts his hand and coaxes me toward the bath, stepping in first and then helping me into the tub. We both sit, facing each other, and when he squirts some soap onto a big sponge, I scoot forward, pushing my legs over top of his. There are scant inches between us and it is incredibly sexy. The water is warm and aromatic, the candles dance around us. Georg takes the sponge and sweeps it over my shoulder and down my arm. He repeats the process on the other side and works the sponge around to my back without taking his eyes off me. It’s a very sensual experience, being washed by another person. I can’t wait to do the same to him.

  He moves the sponge around to the front of me, giving attention to my neck, chest, and breasts. As he massages and caresses, I arch into his touch, feeling more and more aroused by the second. Eventually I take the sponge from his hand and repay the favor, washing him, and feeling his erection grow longer and thicker for me. I scoot closer, nearly straddling him, his hardness lined up against my folds.

  My hands find his shoulders, his neck, as we kiss. His hands rest at my lower back. Our kissing is slow and exploratory, but there’s a point when my hips begin to move against him, that hard length of his cock hitting the small nub of my clit right where I want it. I let out tiny sighs against his mouth, becoming more needy by the second.

  “Turn around,” Georg whispers.

  I do as I’m told, sloshing water up out of the tub as I turn. I position myself between his legs and lean back. He leans into my back and kisses the side of neck while his fingers massage my inner thighs. Slowly, his fingers work their way to that aching spot between my legs. A thumb finds my clit while two fingers push inside of me. Georg’s free hand cups one of my breasts, pinning me back against his chest. I can’t help but buck against his hand as he finds my nipple and tugs on it. One thing’s for certain: I am completely and totally in his care and couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. I’m his to do with whatever he wishes in this moment, and I realize that I have never trusted anyone like I trust Georg.

  “You are so beautiful, so precious, krasota. I love everything about you.” I feel that. His love. His.

  “I love you too.”

  He continues to make me feel beautiful, precious…his everything. I have no idea how long we make out in the tub, but it’s long enough for me to have orgasmed and for the water to chill.

  What we’ve done is sinful, sexy, and scorching hot. But I still need more.

  More of my Georg.

  I want all of him.

  Twenty-Three

  Sin-Shots & Cannon Blasts

  Pam

  Dripping wet and giggling like a couple of teenagers, Georg pulls us from the cooling tub and starts drying me off with a fluffy white towel. He is careful and doesn’t rush, which makes me realize this is all part of his secret plan. His tender care is something I could definitely get used to, and I think he’s making a point of letting me know what I’ve been missing all this time by denying us being together.

  Once I’m dry, I reach for another towel and take my turn drying him, enjoying every inch of his finely formed body. I take a moment to admire him and nearly forget to breathe. Christ, he’s a beautiful man. His cock is so—big—and hard. So hard. And it’s for me. The sexy image of what he’ll be doing with it soon makes my knees go weak.

  But I keep my sinful thoughts to myself as he leads me into the sitting room. He flips a switch on the wall and a fire blazes to life in the fireplace. A soft, fluffy rug adorns the floor in front of it.

  “I have been dreaming of seeing you spread out on this rug.” He gestures to our little love nest in front of the fireplace.

  “Well, let me make that dream come true for you, then.” I stare at him as I calmly pull the elastic from my hair. It tumbles down around my shoulders and down my back, delivering a little tickle that makes me shiver involuntarily.

  Georg watches me like a hunter stalking his prey. Silent. Waiting. Patient. So very ready to pounce.

  I lower myself to the floor slowly, stretching myself out onto the soft rug for him. The warmth of the fire radiates onto my bare skin as he tracks my movements. His eyes stare at me darkly, taking in every bare inch of my body as he strokes his cock. It turns me on to see him, his shoulders wide, his muscles sharply defined. The light patch of hair on his chest, the matching happy trail lower on his abdomen. His thighs and calves are muscled, strong. But it’s his face I enjoy most, the lazy smirk he wears on those cherub lips, the sharpness of his cheekbones, the disheveled hair. It’s all of him, I suppose.

  “Bring your sexy self over here,” I say, dipping a finger down between my legs to touch myself. “I’m cold and lonely.”

  “I do not have to be told twice.” He finds a spot next to me, propping himself and watches me. “Does that feel good when you touch yourself, baby?”

  “Hmm,” I groan, biting down on my lower lip.

  “Does that mean yes?”

  “It’s never as good as when you do it.”

  He puts his hand over mine, helping guide and intensify the touch as my hips roll in circles. He moves his hands to push my legs apart, spreading me wide open with a firm touch.

  Putting me into position to accept him inside. Finally. All I can think of is that I am completely and totally ready for this with him.

  An unspoken agreement passes between us—one that Georg makes sure
I don’t miss as he inserts two fingers inside of me. His mouth works against my neck as he pushes in and out, fingering me to the brink of a magnificent orgasm.

  “Oh, God,” I gasp. “Oh, God…oh, God, I’m going to—come.”

  “I know. And as you do, I’m going to be inside you. Okay?”

  “Yes, yes.”

  He rolls on a condom quickly before focusing his fingers back where they belong. He picks up the pace, speaking in Russian and telling me how sexy and soft and beautiful I am with him like this.

  I can’t think beyond the immense feeling of pleasure that takes over as I find my climax, the sounds more animalistic than human coming out of me I’m sure. I feel the wide tip of his cock press into me, hot and hard.

  He doesn’t hesitate.

  The whole long length of him melds into the pulsing aftershocks of my orgasm as he pushes all the way inside me. I’m so wet that any resistance is obliterated by our need to fuck, so much so that the burn only lasts an instant before melting away. It’s been such a long time for us coming to this point. We both cry out in that moment of full contact. I still beneath him, the realization of what’s happening overwhelming me for a quick second.

  “Breathe, Pamela…and look at me.”

  I open my eyes to find him hovering over me, a smile on his lips as he studies me. I’m full of him, but the sense of fullness is something very welcome and very wonderful. It feels…complete to have Georg inside me, the heavy weight of him pressing into my curves, claiming me in the most primal way.

  He starts with a slow thrust and asks if I’m okay, kissing my lips, his eyes never leaving mine as he makes love to me slowly.

  So carefully at first.

  Then sweetly.

  Then the newness of him moving inside me blurs into something a lot less sweet, and a lot more like sin as his strokes into me grow more focused and deep.

  Glorious—thrilling sin. Sin I don’t ever want to end.

  The intensity builds with the increasing rhythm of our bodies as I wrap my legs around him, pulling him in deeper still, aligning our flesh as close as I can. The hard slide of his cock striking around my clit sets me off again, the tingle of orgasm unbelievably beginning once more.

  “You feel so—fucking—good,” he tells me on hot, hard, thrusts of his driving cock into me. “I’ve been wanting you like this for so long.”

  “I know. Me too…oh God, I’m gonna come again.” I allow myself to ride the wave of extreme pleasure that’s coming for me as Georg keeps right on pounding his beautiful cock into me.

  “Wait for me, baby, wait for me,” he says, his eyes becoming hyper focused on mine as his face takes on a dreamlike expression. I can feel his cock swell as he starts to come, his movements slowing into hard jerks, drawing out every last bit of the climax that’s gripped both of us.

  He puts his forehead against mine as he stills. “Ya tebe lyublyu,” he breathes. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

  He kisses me—a hard, passionate thing full of emotion and intimacy. I certainly feel that. I feel so much that I never dreamed I’d experience. It honestly feels like I’ve been waiting for him. That only Georg could love me in a way that made me feel so whole and free.

  “I love you, Georg,” I tell him as he holds me in his arms, our bodies tangled together among the sheets so closely.

  He loves me.

  I love him.

  So why does this still feel so terrifying…like I’m chasing an impossible dream?

  * * *

  Georg

  * * *

  It would not be a stretch to say that making love to Pamela was as close to catharsis as is humanly possible. Every sound she made. Every pulse of her tight cunt around my cock. Every kiss she gave. It was unlike anything I’ve experienced.

  Maybe it was the fact that we both admitted our feelings. Maybe it was the place, and the hours it took to finally get to where we were ready for the act of sex itself. When I plunged inside her I was lost. What I would have given to be bare inside her when I came. We still have a lot to talk about but it can wait. Right now is for enjoying each other. And the fact we’ve made it to this point. She’s fully mine now, nobody can deny it, not even her. I have the proof.

  The knowledge of how beautiful she looks when my cock is buried deep inside her and she’s about to come is mind-bending really. Hearing those three little words come sailing from her lips to my ears. She’s the first woman to tell me those three words. I’ll have to experience it many more times before I’m even remotely satisfied, but at least I know now how that feels.

  I know what it’s like to have her naked in bed with me, still coming down from the high of some really spectacular fucking. I know how her body feels against mine. I know the flowery scent of her skin. I know that she gets quiet after she comes. I knew that already, because making her orgasm is something I’ve managed to do every single chance I’ve been given, but hasn’t been all that often. Pam is so skittish about us being seen as a couple because of that stupid non-fraternization policy management has. Finding any sort of private time together has been a rare thing for us so far.

  That will have to fucking change.

  Right now, though, I know she’s thinking about what we just did. I hope it’s not overthinking, because with Pam that can be a problem. Admittedly, I am completely surprised at her comfort with sex, despite what was done to her by that sick fucker. My girl is beyond amazing. And I can’t believe she loves me too. Neither one of us have a solid track record with past relationships. Hell, I’ve never even had a past relationship last this long unless I count Miss March from one of my dad’s old Playboys. Miss March was a smokin’ hot blonde, not unlike Pam now that I think about it. She was my thirteen-year-old self’s fucking wet dream. Quite literally. I had legit plans to marry her someday.

  “So, how do you rate your sin-shot, Pamela?” I ask this as I trail my hands all over her flushed skin. I don’t want to stop touching her now I have her beside me. Naked.

  “Excuse me, my what?” She gives me side-eye and readjusts her body so she can face me, halfway propped on my chest, her soft curves settled against me like perfection.

  “Your sin-shot. Your first time?” I know I’m smirking, but I can’t help it. I love teasing her as much as she loves being teased.

  “Oh that,” she says nonchalantly, as if she’s forgotten what we just did. “I might need an encore before I can say for certain, but it was a pretty wonderful start, Mr. Kolochev.”

  “Mr. Kolochev plans to give you many encores just as soon as you’re ready for more.”

  “You’re so considerate of me. One might think you’ve done this sin-shot thing before…” She sounds shy now, her eyes focused intently on curling a piece of my hair around her finger.

  “Well, let me assure you that I haven’t. You are my first sin-shot. I have never been with a virgin before.” I pull her up to meet my lips and kiss her slowly. “I’ve never done a lot of the things that I’ve done tonight with you.”

  She pulls back just enough to see me, her big brown eyes flashing. “You haven’t ever told anyone before…that you love—“

  “Nope. You are my first.” I cut her off because I sense this conversation is getting way too heavy for the both of us. We took it so slow for so long but now things feel crazy fast. I give it a few more minutes before getting up to deal with the condom in the bathroom. I see robes hanging on the back of the door, put one on, and bring the other one back to her.

  “Come on, sexy, let me take you downstairs and feed you.” I pull the sheet away and reveal her all luscious and naked wearing nothing but the after-sex glow I put there. I love that she’s never shy about being naked with me. I fucking love it. God, she has a beautiful body, lying there on the bed all flushed and soft after being fucked by me for the first time. A body that was made for fucking. Correction—made for fucking me. She’s quiet as she lets me wrap her in the robe, first one arm and then the other. “Everything okay?” I ask
as I pull her up from the bed.

  She nods and looks up at me, all mysterious and beautiful, but doesn’t say anything. She just smiles at me, a mix of shyness and boldness that only makes me want to have her again. But she needs a break first. There’s all the time in the world for the countless, X-rated things I want to do with her.

  “I think I am truly famished,” Pam tells me as we load up two plates of food, and grab seltzer water from the fridge.

  “Burned off some calories,” I joke, giving a playful smack on the ass.

  “We could burn off some more. You did say something about this kitchen island earlier…maybe we…” She trails off, running her finger along the line of the countertop.

  I feel the corners of my mouth twitch…right along with my cock.

  “Perhaps I could make an appetizer of that sweet peach between your legs. How ‘bout that?”

  Pam doesn’t have to be told twice, hopping up on the counter and leaning back on her arms. I slide my hands up under the robe and split it open; running my fingers up her long legs and urging them apart. She’s like putty in my hands the second I put my mouth on her. I grip her ass, my tongue licking at her sensitive clit, the sweet juice coating my lips as I pull her against them. Her hands tug on my hair as she goes wild for more, bucking against my busy mouth, falling apart to what I’m doing to her.

  Fucking hot.

  She’s so responsive. It’s one of the many, many things that turns me on about her. It’s always a pleasure making her come. And when I do, she cries out my name and falls back on the counter, glowing and breathing heavily, gorgeously naked with the halves of her robe flung open on the kitchen counter of Louisa and Tom’s ranch house getaway.

  So fucking sexy as she stares up at me.

  Quietly…thinking? I don’t really have any idea because she doesn’t say anything except my name.