by Lucia Franco
"Rub your clit on the pillow," he ordered against my lips. I wasn't shy in front of Kova for the most part, but masturbating on a pillow? I'd rather use his thigh. I wasn't sure what this would do for me and I was kind of embarrassed to try. Kova tightened his grip. "Do I need to spread those pussy lips for you, hmmm?"
The thought excited me so much that I felt myself turn seven shades of red and my heart threatened to beat right out of my chest.
Biting my lip, I nodded.
Kova's eyes flared and he grinned. "This is what I love about you, Adrianna. You get lost in the moment like I do and you simply feel. You let everything go and allow your body the pleasure you so secretly desire."
Kova situated himself behind me, his thighs cupping mine. Reaching around to my front, I watched his hands slide along the pillow until they were under me. Goose bumps pebbled my body at the visual I had in my head of what he was doing. I was already soaking wet. I could feel the slickness on my thighs.
Carefully, his fingers spread my swollen lips apart until I was wide open on his pillow. I sighed, sinking down. Surprisingly, it felt good. No, it felt fucking incredible. The creases of the pillowcase bunched together and hit different spots. I whimpered when one of his hands left to reach behind me, and I felt him shift around until I heard elastic snap. With his other hand, he used two fingers to push the tender skin back so my clit was exposed, then his warm erection touched my spine. I moaned loudly, not caring what I sounded like. My head rolled back and I lost myself to the feeling.
"Do not remove your hands," he ordered.
"No sex, Kova." I had no idea how I managed to get that out.
"That is number four. Four times you said my name."
With both hands, Kova showed me what he wanted me to do by slowly guiding my hips back, then rotating them forward, pressing me downward into the pillows as I moved. A shot of adrenaline sped through me.
"Oh God," I said gasped.
"Arch your back." I did. "More." This time I almost saw stars. "You feel it?"
"Yes," I gasped. "On my clit."
"Again."
For about a minute straight, and with the help of Kova's hands on my hips, he guided me so I was rubbing myself all over his pillow, bringing my pleasure higher and higher. It was the perfect angle to make me lose control.
"Now arch again and hold it." He paused. "Arch more. Yes, like that."
God, I couldn't think straight. I was starting to pant from the sheer ecstasy he brought me.
Using both hands, he gently spread my butt cheeks, then positioned the tip of his cock at my puckered hole.
Kova placed his hand in front of my face. "Spit on my hand," he ordered, and I did. Then he used my saliva to stroke my ass.
"Oh, oh God," was all I could say.
"Imagine," he said hoarsely, his hands caressing my back, "my cock in your ass while your clit gets worked at the same time." He pressed on the hole, and I didn't stop him. "It is the perfect position and height." Kova kissed my neck, then said, "Now relax for me, malysh."
Much to my absolute shock, I heaved myself backward and moaned at the forbidden pressure. Kova froze. Leaning forward so that his chest was pressed to my back, he slowly and carefully pushed the tip of his dick into me. I gasped, feeling the fiery burn. My breathing labored. I couldn't believe I was letting this happen. My clit throbbed and I felt like I would cry if I didn't come soon.
"Or, I can reach around and do this while I take your ass." His teeth sank into my shoulder as his fingers pinched my clit so hard I yelled out. My head whipped back. "You want it, do you not?"
Squeezing my eyes shut, I chewed my bottom lip and nodded before answering. "I forget who I am with you. I forget what I'm supposed to feel—and not supposed to feel—when I'm with you," I said honestly. Then I bared down and pushed back more as wetness seeped from me onto the pillow. I gasped in delight, feeling the tip of his dick breech the little hole even more. It was all too much though and frustrated tears sprang to my eyes. My head fell back onto his chest. "I don't know who I am."
"Maybe this is who you are," he said, his hot breath taunting my neck. "Maybe this is what you want, but you resent that because you are not used to it and it shocks you. Maybe even humiliates you. Like right now, my cock is barely in and it is stretching your little ass. You think it is wrong, but it is not wrong. How can it be wrong when it feels so fucking right?" Kova rubbed my clit, my orgasm climbing and climbing, helping diffuse the pain and place my focus elsewhere.
"I lose control when I'm with you like this," I panted. "I want more and more and more, and I feel wrong for wanting the things I do, for the things I think about."
He kissed my shoulder. "Do not ever be ashamed to want something, Adrianna. Everyone takes pleasure in different ways. We just happen to enjoy the same carnal things. Look down and see what you did."
I did, and my cheeks flamed so hot even my ears burned. There was a huge wet spot on his gray pillowcase, completely saturated with me.
"That is your cum. And you know what?"
I shook my head. "What?" He was still rubbing my clit, and my thighs were shaking in response. He slid his dick a little further into my ass but I tensed, shaking my head. "Too much," I said, completely breathless, and he pulled out.
"I fucking love it. I love knowing I can make you feel good. I love knowing you release this little vixen side of you when you are worked up. It is fucking sexy and such a turn-on because you are giving me your pleasure. You push, I pull. You fight, I attack. Can you come like this?"
"I don’t think so. It feels good, but the pillow is too soft."
"You need it hard."
I swallowed and nodded.
"Squeeze the pillow with your thighs and try to close your legs."
I did as he suggested and felt a sharpness zip up my spine. My back bowed until I was fully raised up on my knees.
His hands moved up and tweaked my nipples, tugging on the little buds. My hips moved of their own accord and I rode the pillow the same way I longed to ride Kova. I whimpered because all I could think about was how I wanted his cock inside me.
Kova's tongue lapped my neck, his teeth scoring my flesh. He reached down with one hand and adjusted himself so his erection slid against my opened pussy. I bared down so hard on him I thought I'd break him.
"Kova, oh fuuucckkk…"
He growled like the fucking animal he was. "That is five."
My eyes rolled shut. I was in a daze, high on pleasure, on the verge of the biggest climax of my life.
"This," he said, moving in unison with my body, "is not something you will find with anyone else. I hope you remember that."
"More. I want more."
He groaned in my ear and licked my neck. "That is my girl."
Kova threw me to the side, and I rolled over onto my back. I panted, breathing heavily, and stared at the ceiling. I was shaking all over, my body drained and worked up at the same time. I glanced at Kova. His dick and heavy sac were pulled out and standing thick and tall. He lifted my hips and placed the same pillow I was just on under my ass and then looked down.
"You are so fucking wet and swollen. Your pussy is pink." I clenched at the word and his eyes lit up, "And your clit… I want to bite the fuck out of it until it bleeds." The passion in his voice went right through me.
"See." The word rolled off my lips, my pussy tingling. "I shouldn't want that."
"But you do."
I nodded. "I want you to bite me and make me bleed. I want your teeth marks all over my body. It excites me, the unknown, but I know it's wrong."
Kova got on his stomach and positioned himself so his face was right between my thighs. "It is not wrong if you want it. Give me your hand."
I could barely see his head over my mound as I reached to give him my hand.
"Touch yourself, use your fingers, but go slow. I want to hear it, the sounds your pussy makes when you are turned on." My eyes rolled shut and I moaned. "Ah, your pussy just dripped even mor
e, so you do like when I say filthy shit."
It didn't take long until I was shaking with desire and on edge. "Stick a finger in." I did. "Add another." I did and clenched up. I strained to look at him, but his eyes were fixated on my sex like he was a starved animal. "Do you hear that?" he asked, finally looking at me.
"Yes." I did. The sound of me fingering myself was the only sound in the room. The wet suction was beyond hot and enticing. "It's tight though," I said.
"Add another," he responded, his eyes flaring. "I want to watch your pussy stretch."
"It's too tight for another finger and it’s a weird angle for me."
"Do it, Adrianna."
I swallowed, pulled my fingers out, and said, "You do it."
He didn't hesitate but grabbed my hand and licked my fingers clean. Then he was inserting two fingers, moving them around and then quickly adding a third.
I was breathing so hard and my hips sinking on the pillows.
"Do not hold back," he said. "Let me hear you."
He couldn’t want to hear me because I was on the verge of screaming.
"Kova, I'm close."
"That is six."
"Oh God, make me come, please. I can't take it anymore." My thighs quivered and my body shook with need. I was so close.
"I wish you could see how beautiful it is to watch your pussy stretch. I want to fuck it. Then I want to come all over you, inside you, on you. I want to watch my cum pour out of you. I want to mark you so you know who you belong to."
I brought my hand to my clit and started rubbing fast. I was ready to burst, but he swiped my hand away. I shot a scathing glance at him, totally frustrated now.
"Please, stop torturing me."
* * *
Kova removed his fingers. Before I could protest, he lifted my ass and looked at my sex like it was a feast, then leaned in. Starting at my ass, he teased it for a moment before licking a long, hot, thick trail up and penetrating my entrance with his tongue. His breath was hot and I bucked against his face, not caring how rough I was. My thighs shook and he lowered me. Inserting his fingers again, he wrapped his lips around my clit and bit down, his tongue lapping until I was rolling my hips into his face and holding his head to my pussy, forcing him to suck me. His fingers curled inside me and my hips jerked as he bit my clit again, and that was it.
"I'm coming, I'm coming. Oh God…"
I pushed the back of his head down hard, grinding into his face. I could hear him swallowing, humming against my pussy, could see my thighs shaking around his face, my hips churning from the sheer force of pleasure shooting through my body. This was by far the most intense orgasm I'd ever had in my entire life and I never wanted it to end. His fingers and tongue never stopped moving, not until I pulled his hair to force him back. Kova looked at me, his face almost feral. He looked like he was ready to pounce and mount me like a tiger. Looking at his mouth covered in my wetness propelled me forward. I leaned up, throwing the pillow aside and I moved. He sat back on his knees as I kissed the fuck out of him.
Our hands threaded through each other's hair as our mouths moved together. "I can taste myself," I said, and kissed him again like I was sucking myself off him. My tender sex glided against the length of his erection pressed between us and he moaned.
"Your pussy tastes better than anything I have ever had. I could eat it every day for the rest of my life if you would let me."
"Don't tempt me," I responded.
Apparently, my body wasn't done because I started rubbing myself on him fast and hard. Kova's breathing picked up, his hands everywhere. He pulled my hair, grabbed my ass, slapping it hard, then took my hips and moved them back and forth against his dick until I thought he was going to fuck me. My pussy hit his balls every time, making sure my opening and clit slid up his length.
"More, harder," I whispered, and he did. We stared at each other, never breaking focus. "I'm gonna come again. Oh my God," I cried out, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, and locked onto him. There was no space between us. I ground my clit into his thick cock and started coming, and then so did he.
I tried to kiss him, but Kova pulled my hair, holding me back. Our eyes locked again as he unloaded between us. He moaned, his body contracting as he orgasmed. He thrust his hips and I gasped when I felt him blow his heavy, hot load between us. His cock twitched against my pussy and his cum hit my stomach.
"Don't stop."
"Never."
I couldn't get enough and was suddenly in a frenzy, searching for more. I wanted to fuck him so bad. I tried to kiss him again but he still wouldn't let me. Kova sensed a change in me and reached between us. There was so much sticky cum on us that my jaw dropped and my body erupted.
I came alive.
"I want to lick it off you." I found myself telling him, trying to push him down to the bed. "I want you to fuck me."
He groaned deep in his throat and mumbled something in Russian. "No, malysh."
"Please," I begged. "I need you to fuck me, I need to feel you. Let me ride you."
"No," he said firmly. "Shut your mouth and focus on my touch."
Using two fingers, he swiped some of the remnants of his orgasm and then quickly rubbed my clit with enough force that I was coming, for the third time, just seconds later. He slipped the two fingers into my tender pussy and I rode them, imagining it was his cock.
Exhausted, I let out a long sigh and my head dropped to his shoulder, finally coming down. Kova held me in his arms, kissing my cheek, my neck, wherever he could, until the effects of the orgasm left my body completely.
I picked my head up and looked at him with sleepy eyes. As strange as it sounded, I was glad he hadn’t agreed to sex.
"See, I don't know who I am when I'm with you. I almost feel dirty."
He palmed my cheeks and kissed my mouth. "You are no one other than Adrianna Rossi. You are who you always have been. You just release your uninhibited side with me, and I am the only man who knows what to do with it."
I touched his bottom lip, gently sliding my finger over it like I was applying lip balm. Quietly, I asked, "Why didn't you have sex with me?"
He smoothed back the loose strands of hair from my face, contemplating his answer. "Because I know it is not what you wanted."
I glanced up. "Even after I asked for it, you knew I wouldn't want it?"
Kova nodded. "Yes. I knew what you needed, and that I could give it to you, but I was not going to take advantage. I did not want you to regret anything."
He was right. I was breaking down and that scared me. I laid my head on his chest and he stroked my back, dragging his finger up and down my spine while I sat in his lap.
"Kova?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you."
"I am trying, Adrianna. I know you are not ready to hear what happened and how things came to be this way, but I do hope one day you allow me the opportunity. Until then, I am just going to keep trying." He paused. "Do you regret anything we just did?"
I thought about his question and was surprised by my answer. "No, I don't."
Kova let out a loud breath and I pulled back to look at him. "What?"
"I thought you would say yes."
"Were you worried?"
"Yes, I was. I did not want to ruin any progress we may have made."
I frowned. "What makes you think we made any?"
He shrugged. "A gut feeling. Little things here and there. You would not have let me touch you had we not. I know there is nothing I can make you do. You are one of the strongest people I know, and I know you will have to come to me on your own. I will just be here waiting for you when that happens."
"I'm still heartbroken by what you did. Don't confuse what we just did for something it's not. I needed a release, and you were convenient."
A shadow came over Kova's eyes. His face drawn, he cleared his throat and averted his gaze, lifting me off him.
He got up and stood stiffly at the side of his bed.
"Go get cl
eaned up. You can use my bathroom or the guest one, whichever you like. Take a hot shower to warm your muscles up, then meet me in the guest room. I will set the table up there."
Before I could respond, he turned and walked away. I frowned, watching his back flex, wondering if he was being cold toward me, or if it was just my imagination.
* * *
Once I rinsed off, I put Kova's shirt on and met him in the guest room. He was on his knees, dressed in only basketball shorts and his baseball hat, opening the massage table box. He’d been telling the truth when he said he hadn’t used it for anyone else. I softened a little inside.
"I hope you don't mind that I'm wearing your shirt. I only have workout clothes with me."
He didn't bother looking up.
"That is fine."
I glanced around, a little excited about getting a massage. "Is there anything you need me to do?"
"No."
"Where do you want me?"
"Wherever you want to be."
I frowned and bunched the hem of his shirt in my fists. "Do you want me to get you water or anything?" I felt stupid asking if he wanted me to get him a drink in his own house, but he was acting strange and I wanted to break the awkwardness. "Tools?"
Tools? I rolled my eyes at myself. Could I be any more embarrassing?
Kova pulled the tape off one side of the box. He turned his head away and reached for a box cutter. The Olympic tattoo on the side of his ribs caught my attention. It contracted and flexed with each of his movements.
"Help yourself to anything you want."
I chewed my lip. My eyes skated nervously across the carpet. I didn't know where to look and decided I'd get some water, even though I wasn't thirsty. I saw a glass with clear liquid on the table next to where he was working, and I had a feeling it was vodka.
He was clearly upset.
"Uh, okay." I walked into his kitchen feeling uncomfortable and began opening random cabinets, looking for a glass. When I found one, I filled it with some tap water, then leaned against the counter and drank it.
