by Coco Miller
He’s the only one to ever make me feel this way. So sexy. So desired. The only man I’ve ever been with. The only man I’ll ever want.
I moan out, “Oh, God.”
All the searching for my release climaxes in a flash. A nanosecond of a quick burst, riding all through my veins and over my skin. I come hard on his face. I don’t stop as I ride it out. He sucks and licks; gripping and grabbing me at my delicate skin.
He lets me enjoy my orgasm as he brings me to the height of my gratification. Of my enjoyment. Of my satisfaction.
This is it right here. The holy grail of orgasms. The one I’ve wanted and waited for my whole life. A pleasure so pure I can’t deny how it’s changed me. Changed me into a full-blown nymphomaniac. I’ll never be able to deny my body this sweet feeling ever again.
I lean my head back and moan his name over and over as he licks me up.
My body collapses along the floor as I slide off him. He sits up with a grin across those precious lips. Lips that just brought me to where I needed to be.
“I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” He smiles, licking his tongue across his bottom lip. “Damn, I wish they made pussy-flavored ice cream.”
He laughs and I sit up and smack him on the arm.
“It’d be a bestseller among men.” I giggle.
“Da, if it tasted like yours.”
His eyes pour into mine. It feels as though he can see right through me. Everything I’ve ever done in my life. When he smiles, all white teeth and happiness, the sensation plows through me. It makes me want to see it more, because that smile on his face is genuine. It’s real. I feel like we’re different than we were a few weeks ago. It makes me want to open my life to him.
To let him in
To totally submit.
Chapter Thirteen
I feel his hand on my cheek. Then his mouth. He’s whispering to me that I need to wake up, but I’m so far away in my sleep that waking seems impossible. I was so properly put to bed that my whole body feels like it’s had the most epic massage; every last joint and muscle so completely relaxed and at ease.
I feel like a wet noodle.
I can only flutter my eyes open to see him sitting beside me, staring down with that marveling look on his gorgeous face, dressed in his “uniform” of a dark suit and white shirt.
“I have to go to work, kotenok,” he says sweetly, soothing my cheek with his fingers. “But I didn’t want you to wake up and I was just … gone.”
Sergei leans down and kisses my face. I just reach up and scratch my fingers at the nape of his hair. He keeps his face against my shoulder and says without warning, “This is our last day together here, buy a pretty dress for dinner tonight.”
He kisses me three times on the neck and then I’m left alone to fall back into my dreams.
Later in the afternoon, Darlene takes me to shop for a dress. I purposely pick out ones that are way too short and way too tight for me. I wish I could take pictures of these things on me and text them to him, but he still doesn’t allow me to carry a phone. I guess he thinks it would be too tempting to call my father or perhaps the police. Little does he know how wrong he is. I’m not sure at this point I would do either.
It doesn’t get cooler until the sun goes down, so I pick out a sleeveless dress that hits just above the knee and ties behind my neck, because as soon as I see it all I want to do is have Sergei standing behind me untying that damn black ribbon.
I wouldn’t normally ever pay someone to paint my nails, but it seems like that is in order since I’m being asked to dress nicely tonight. So I ask Darlene to take me to a shop where I can get my hair blown straight, my fingernails polished up and my toes twinkling with crushed white flecks of glitter that looks just like the sand on the beach.
I’m too fixed up to go anywhere, at least I feel like I’m too fixed up. I don’t want the humidity to to ruin my smooth, straightened hair and I don’t want the pool water to ruin my nails. I have the dress hanging up and am just hang out watching TV in my pajamas. It feels like a waste of time, but I’ve already slept most of the day away from not sleeping much at all last night and there isn’t too long before he returns.
Suddenly the door handle rattles and I pop up, turning just as it opens. Sergei closes the door behind him, full smirk his face.
“I’m home.”
“Finally.” I smile.
“Have my moy brat seen you in underwear?” He points at what I’m wearing.
“Moy brat?”
“My brothers.”
“I’m not wearing underwear. These are pajamas. You’d know that if you ever let me keep any clothes on,” I chuckle.
He grabs the side of my hair at the roots and pulls me in for a demanding kiss.
“Underwear.”
“I paid for my hair to look nice. You’re messing it up.”
He puts his mouth on my neck. “It’s pretty.”
I close my eyes to the feeling of him on me, kissing greedily down my neck. “You made nine hours feel like an eternity today.”
He lifts his face and looks down at me before he surrounds my lips with his mouth. Sergei releases my wrists and encircles his arms around my head, soothing the space between my brows with his thumb.
“Was hard for me to leave you warm and sleepy this morning.”
I shake my head back and forth, drawing my legs up his sides. “I’m not sure I believe you. Show me how hard it was.”
He kisses my mouth curtly.
“We have dinner.”
Deciding on a sleeveless dress with a low center back was probably a good idea as much as it was bad, because Sergei sits at my side when we’re placed at a booth in some fancy ass restaurant, and all he’s doing is stoking another fire with his thumb tracing over my exposed skin.
I could totally smother it by just leaning back into my seat of course, but the devil in me keeps encouraging this behavior as I slide closer to him and put my hand on his leg under the table. He shifts in his seat but says nothing. We’re both being idiots and pretending to read the menu. I doubt either of us could name two dishes listed on it.
We’ve been playing this game for ten minutes.
I keep my eyes on the menu and just say, “I’ll stop if you stop.”
His thumb slides beneath the silky fabric of my dress. “Not really in my nature to quit.”
“You had your chance earlier. I’m not having sex with you at this table.”
Sergei leans closer, “Promise?”
I squeeze his leg. “Don’t use my own words against me.”
He smiles and kisses me once before he leans away, clasping his hands together on top of the table. We behave ourselves and order a decent meal. He eats salad and steak and potatoes and drinks beer. I eat grilled chicken, because it’s promised to be stuffed with bacon and cheese even though the bacon is called pork belly, but whatever.
I decline a salad and also bread, because I plan on having sex with this man sitting next to me later on, and I don’t want to be feeling like a fat turd while I’m doing it.
What I eat is delicious though, and the restaurant is quite beautiful. Softly lit with candles and white linen on the tables. I don’t want to order dessert here though. I’ll feel like I need to be dainty about it, and I’m not a dainty kind of girl when it comes to eating. I tell Sergei this, and he says alright, but before he pays the bill he pulls a small blue box out his pocket and offers it to me.
“Happy birthday,” is all he says.
“My birthday was months ago.”
“I know, but you deserve more than a shitty cell phone from your parents for your 21st birthday.”
“How do you even know that?” My mind races back to my birthday, with my parents happily getting me the newest and latest cell phone. Was it with the stolen money?”
Sergei smiles back at me and just touches my chin lightly before he puts his bank card inside the bill book. I pull the aqua ribbon on the box and open it up. Inside is a ring bearing
a pearlescent moon, just as bright and lovely as the one he kissed me under for the first time.
I wrap both my arms around one of his and lean in to kiss his mouth. I’m about to tell him thank you, but we’re interrupted by sparklers. A waitress sets down a small chocolate cake that has sparklers shoved down in the center and just winks at Sergei before she walks off.
“They offered to sing, but I had a feeling that would end in some kind of violence to my body … so …”
I shake my head at him. “Thank you.”
And then I make a wish and blow it out hard.
Wondering if it’s already come true.
Chapter Fourteen
The next week back at Sergei’s home was awkward. Sergei grew busy with work, holed away in his office, only surfacing for dinner. He never sought me out to talk. He rarely even glanced at me, so I kept myself occupied reading in the library.
What had I done wrong? I could feel the connection at the club between us, and at his family’s house, but now he wanted nothing to do with me. Asking would require talking, and I was too afraid to open my mouth.
Each night, dinner was tense. Short sentences, quick glares, and a hurried stuffing of food in our mouths. After the dinners, Sergei would exit as swiftly as he entered the room.
One evening, I stepped into the dining room, and Sergei wasn’t there. The food was on the table, and I took my usual seat.
Sergei slammed the door open, his eyes searching mine. “Kai.” He moved quickly and came right up to me.
“Sergei, are you okay?”
“No. I haven’t been okay for the past few days.” His expression was pained, his brow furrowing.
“Why?”
“I’ve been fighting this thing between us.” He trails his thumb under my chin and I rise from my seat. The electrical current between us lights my pulse with fire.
His confidence makes him unstoppable as he leans in closer to brush his lips across mine. He tastes good, minty and fresh.
His tongue dives deeper inside my mouth, searching for its one true mate. I moan, he growls. He sweeps me into his arms and carries me out of the dining room and up the marble staircase. He doesn’t stop until we are together in his room.
He throws me on the bed. I laugh as he climbs on top of me. “I can’t stop thinking about how deep your pussy feels. I crave you.”
My insides melt as he speaks. He removes my shirt first, taking in the lacy bra I’m wearing. He cups my breasts in each hand as he peppers kisses down my neck.
His lips are plush with my skin, and I want more of him. I thrust my hips into him and he groans. Sitting up a little, he unsnaps my bra and my breasts spill out.
“Derr`mo,” Shit he hums.
He sucks along each breast one at a time. My nipples pebble and I grab onto his hair, running my fingers through each strand. He knows how to touch me to turn me on just right. How could I go on with my life without this? I don’t want my father to pay the debt. I liked being here with him.
He continues his path further down and reaches the top of my jeans. “You’re so sexy.”
He removes my pants with little effort, and curses again when he sees the lace panties I am wearing. He removes them quickly and returns his attention on my mound. Diving into my pussy, he licks at my sensitive nub.
I writhe beneath him, wanting so much more. He sticks his tongue inside me and I’m about to have a meltdown. The feeling is insane.
Dripping with need, I moan his name loudly. He begs me to continue saying his name. My orgasm explodes around me as I ride his face. Lights, colors, and sounds returned all at once when Sergei sits up on his knees.
“I need to claim and own your pussy tonight, all night.”
I smile as he puts the condom on.
Excitement runs through my bones as he runs his cock against me and then pushes inside.
“Ah, Sergei,” I cry out in delight.
“I’ll never tire of this pussy.” And I prayed he never would.
He flips us over to where I was riding him. His cock is in so deep, it feels indescribable.
“Play with your tits,” he whispers.
I raised both hands up my body, massaging my breasts with each hand. “Like this?”
“Yes, Kai. Now ride my cock. Ride it like you never want to stop.” His eyes pierce my soul as they sear into me.
“I don’t ever want to stop,” I cry out.
“I want to feel you come on me. I want to feel your orgasm drip down my balls.”
I rock and ride his dick as I play with each of my nipples, ooh’ing and ahh’ing all the while. His eyes roll back and pure ecstasy overtakes his face.
I was making him feel this way. I was causing him to grow harder with each tilt of my hips. I ride faster, bouncing on him with each back and forth. I reach my hand around to massage his balls while I cried out with lust for him.
“That’s good girl, kotenok. Come all over me.”
My body is almost there. Right at the edge.
He sits up, kissing and holding onto me as I unravel all around him. The moment my walls tighten with the first wave of my orgasm, his hits as well.
We moaned into each other’s mouths, panting and wishing for it to never stop.
Chapter Fifteen
We lay wrapped in each other’s arms for a while. He tickles my back and runs his fingers through my hair.
“Kai, why did you quit college?” he asks.
“I wanted to do something more. I just don’t know what that is yet. Do you think I’m dumb for quitting?”
He kissed my temple, wrapping his arms tighter around me as I lay on his bare chest.
“No, you’re right, college isn’t for everyone.”
“Did you go to college?”
“No, I lived in Russia for a while, then I was sent to the states and thrust into the family business at a young age. My father wanted me to take over the company. I fulfilled his wishes.”
“Did you want to do something else?” I asked as I traced circles on his chest.
“It doesn’t matter. That was a long time ago.”
I sit up, glancing into his eyes. “It matters to me. What did you want to be?”
“I wanted to take over my father’s company. I had big visions for it. To change it. To...make it better. To show him another way. But when my father died, I felt like a part of me died along with him.”
He turned away from me, and I lay my head back down on his chest.
“What is the family business?” I pretty much know that I am crossing a line between us. He is always so secretive, but I wanted to know what my father was mixed up in. I wanted to know the backstory of what brought me here in the first place.
“Maybe one day soon I’ll tell you,” he answers before kissing the top of my forehead. “What about you? What big dreams lie in store for you?”
“Well, don’t laugh,” I say, hoping he wouldn’t laugh at my dreams like my parents had. “But, I want to write a book.”
“What would you write about?”
“Don’t laugh, okay?” I double check with him.
“Never.”
“I want to write children’s books. I know it’s dumb, isn’t it? I don’t have a child. How could I write a book for them?”
He sits up, gazing into my eyes. “Nyet, that isn’t dumb. In fact, I think you should do it.”
“Maybe one day I will.”
Chapter Sixteen
The next morning, I awake to an array of birds chirping outside. I nuzzle closer to my pillow, hoping to drown out their annoying calls. I prop my head up and notice that Sergei is no longer in bed with me. I have to rub my eyes to be sure I hadn’t dreamed the whole thing.
I pad around the room for a few moments, and then I get dressed and wash my face before heading downstairs.
On the last step, I hear a commotion in the kitchen. Stepping past the threshold, I laugh as I watch Sergei stumble around as he cooks something on the stove.
“Wha
tcha cooking?”
Startled, he spins around. “Oh, I didn’t hear you come down.”
He moves closer, holding a silver spatula in his hand. “I’m making eggs. Russian styled. Do you like eggs?”
“Yes.” I sit down at the barstool along the granite bar.
He continues making the eggs and I watch as his pajama pants hang loosely on his muscular body. On his back, I noticed a faint scar running down the side. It looks like he may have gotten it after the tattoo.
I want to ask him about its origins, but keep my mouth shut instead. I’ve learned that Sergei will tell me things when he’s ready to and not a second before that.
A few minutes later, he places a white China plate in front of me with scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast.
“Bon appetit’,” he says.
I smile, picking up the silver fork and bringing the food to my mouth.
“What are we doing today?” I ask after finishing my bite.
He leans against the countertop, grabbing his own fork and picking up his piece of toast.
“I have a few places I want to show you.”
I chew my food, watching him eat as I do. “Ok, sounds fun.”
He glances up, his eyes heating up. “You keep staring at me like that, Kai, and I may just fuck you right here on the counter.”
My core tightens at the mere suggestion of that, and my mind twirls at the thought of him inside me again. It’s all I seem to want lately. Him inside of me. Awakening my sexuality.
I smile, as seductively as I can. It does the trick as he he stands straight up, pushing his plate to the side.
“Watch it, Kai. I’m not kidding.”
I laugh.
Fueled with desire he is next to me in a flash. He cups my cheeks with both hands.
“You think funny?” he asks in his thickly accented bass voice. His sexy demeanor turns me on more as he tries to keep a stern face.
“No,” I say, trying to keep a straight face. Laughter bubbles out of me as he walks me over to a chair.
