Polina
- Max! - I shout loudly. He's so deep, ramming into me that it feels like he's piercing through ! The sharp pain, mixed with pleasure, slices into his back, probably leaving furrows in it.
He moans into my mouth, shuddering coarsely and gradually quieting down, but I can still his throbbing deep inside my body. He's already finished and I still haven't, and to me that's a of sorts. A sensual gift. Does that mean you want me as much as I want you, my boy? Have you control?! You have. I have. Control? Oh, I'm overjoyed!
Happiness comes alive in every cell of my body, and I smile idiotically at the ceiling as my exhales, pressing his full weight against the mattress. I savor his weight, his hot body, his .
- I'm sorry, – he whispers hoarsely in my ear, sending chills down to my toes and making me up in bliss. I run my fingers through his hair, stroking his shoulders.
- You have nothing to apologize for, – we rolled over, and I was on top of him. I caress his , leaving a scattering of kisses on his lips, his cheekbones, his nose. - If you only knew how I am, – I confess, rubbing my cheek against his face like a cat. - My boy, you were so deep...
I think I scratched you.
He laughs softly.
- I like how you call me “my boy”, Max smiles, and looks into my eyes. - And a scratched would be a compliment if you cum, – he winks at me. - But we're just getting started. You I'm not going to leave it like this.
"I know you won't leave it like this. Oh, Max, every day of the fucking five weeks without , I've been going over our nights, our days, every moment I spent with you. I've been waiting for meeting and everything that just happened between us. And now I know you've been waiting . Your lost control is the best proof of that."
I don't say any of this out loud. All thoughts evaporate from my head as soon as his flexible, tongue swipes downward.
"I don't know how others do it, but you seem to be unrivaled at oral caresses, Max."
As he spins, teases and caresses me with his tongue, the remnants of my shame dissipate , exposing every nerve and sending me into a sensual corkscrew.
That's something outrageous!
I lose touch with reality, able to respond only to Max's voice and his touch.
The whole world has shrunk to this room, this bed, on which I lie like a platter, serving him a treat. And he tastes me, savors me, eats me like a delicacy.
And I'm melting on his tongue, spreading.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
Can lips feel like endless bliss? Oh yes, his lips can ...
Returning from the erotic trance, I see his face close by, so close that I can see the irises of eyes to the smallest detail.
I think I've turned to jelly... The orgasm has exhausted my body. Even though I'm lying on back, I feel like I'm levitating. It's as if I've floated above the earth and become lighter than a .
His lips glisten with my juices. I inhale their flavor and taste my own on his tongue. It's so ... It's so exciting.
- I missed you a lot, – I admitted. - I didn't think I could miss you so much.
He smiles:
- As you can see, I don't even have to tell you how much I missed you. Gringo beat me to it.
We laugh.
But the laughter fades. The closeness of our naked bodies, the touch, rekindles the fuse of .
- I love your orgasms, – he whispers hoarsely. - I can't get enough. I want more.
- I'm almost alive, – I mumbled as I kissed him. - I can't even move now.
- Trust me, – his tone leaves me no choice.
Picking me up in his arms, Max carries me to a chair standing diagonally to a huge floor that perfectly reflects the part of the room we're in now.
He sits me on his lap, pressing my back against his chest and stomach so I rest my ass his groin. Gringo is hard. Rock hard.
Resting my head on Max's shoulder, I open my lips for his tongue and his fingers widen, into me.
- Polina, this time you'll be on top, – he lowers me onto Gringo, and I feel his cock filling . Oh-oh, how I love these moments of first immersion.
With a firm hand, Max gently spreads my legs, opening me up to his caresses again. I lean against his chest, arching up and catching the reflection of our intertwined bodies in the .
- Oh-oh, gods, – I breathe out involuntarily. I can't take my eyes off the mirror and what I in it. It's so beautiful! Max's hands are on my body. His long fingers caressing my breasts and
Rose. My hair spreads in dark waves across his shoulders. His tongue penetrates my ear lobe, he gently into it and my body is covered in treacherous goosebumps. He's in me, and I can see gringo sinking into me again and again and again.
- M-a-a-a-a-x, what are you doing?
I..
Oh, uh, uh. I haven't come to my senses yet. tongue is obeying me poorly, my breathing is getting deep, my body is tingling from the orgasm, and he's already bringing the next one closer.
- It's going to be sweet, Baby, I promise, – his breath caresses, as do his hands. - It's a good you're still recovering from the last one. The more delicious the next one will be, – he circles ear with his tongue, exploring it and sending pulse after pulse into my body. Oh, God, what he's to me! He has me all to himself.
His hand rests on my throat, he squeezes his fingers lightly and turns my head for a kiss. He me. He traces his tongue around the outline of my lips, whispering lewd, lewd words into my mouth that only make me more aroused.
All I can do is moan, trembling in his arms and surrendering to his passion. I twist on top of , lifting myself up and down again. I want to look at us, and I try to turn my head just a little. He his grip on my neck:
- It's beautiful, isn't it? - His voice is husky and muffled. His seductive notes make my soar, though is that possible? I don't know. I don't know anything about myself. Each time reveals a new me to me.
- Yes, very much so.
He plays my body masterfully, reminding me of a musician at his instrument. In the reflection, I his fingers, his perfect, masculine hands with their veins bulging. I stroke them. I touch hands weightlessly, repeating the pattern of the veins beneath the tight skin.
Reflection and reality, intertwined into one, as we intertwine in close, heated intimacy.
Oh, God, this is such sweet torture. He brings me to the edge and pulls back, again and , delaying the climax.
- Max... Max, – I repeated his name like a prayer, stretching out the vowels in a short groan.
- I'm here, Polina.
Here...girl...my..., – he nibbles my earlobe, squeezes my breasts. Harder, . Almost to the point of pain. A slight pain. And then he pulls back, touching me almost , stroking and caressing me.
- Tell me, tell me... - I'm sobbing.
- What? Say what? - He thrust his hips harder beneath me, and I shrieked with roof-raising .
- That you're sweet on me... m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m... That you've been... waited for me, – I my lip, and I can't tear my gaze away from my reflection in the mirror, trying to memorize the , to see the details of our sex.
- Sweeter than I've ever, ever felt before. I've been waiting, waiting only for you, – he , and at that moment my body arches in sweet exhaustion. He touches my clit again, it hard, leaving me no choice but to cum violently this time, screaming with the powerful .
In my blurred vision, I see myself wriggling on top of him, his gentle smile and gaze at me through the mirror. I hear his seductive whisper:
- Yeah. That's it, Baby. That's it.
- - -
Now I couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't do anything. All I can do is lie in Max's arms wince from time to time at the slowly receding pleasure, still consumed by his power.
I sit on his lap, my head on his shoulder, my arms wrapped around his neck.
Easily, without any apparent effort, Max gets up from the chair, picking me up and carrying to the bed. He lowers me onto the sheets and lies down beside me, stretching out the full length his perfectly long, strong body. He rests his hand on his head, looking at my face and stroking hair:
- You're exceptionally beautiful, Polina. I want to do a nude photo shoot of you.
- Me? Why? I'm already naked around you, – "almost always”, I add mentally.
- I want to capture this beauty, – Max traced his fingers over my curves and bulges, tracing contours.
- You're the one who's beautiful, – I look at him with lazy admiration, I'm still in orgasmic .
- It pleases me that I'm beautiful to you, – he smiles. His palm covers my breast and it gently, stroking it.
- Max, – I'm embarrassed, but I really want to ask him a personal question.
- What, Polina, – his fingers begin the sweet torture again, playing with my nipples.
- Do you really like my breasts? - I was embarrassed to ask, afraid to look up at him. He his nose against first one breast, then the other. I gasped as his lips circled my nipples in turn.
- No, I don't like her, – he says, and he brings his face close to mine, tilts my head back, , demandingly, and stares into my eyes. - I idolize her.
I gasp, not knowing what to say in response, completely unsure of what to say in such .
- It's perfect. Two swollen buds. They're my two babies, – his gaze pierces me to the core. I feel the color flooding my cheeks, my neck, spreading over his "babies."
- I like everything about you, Polina. Your ass, for example, – he smiled, moving his palm to buttock and squeezing it, hard but not painful. - Or here's your legs, – he runs his hand down my and makes me bend my leg at the knee, throwing my leg over his. His fingers close around my . He eloquently moves his gaze to the window, forcing me to follow him, and I find a realistic drawing of my legs with his palms resting on them at my hips right above the small dresser.
- Is that from that picture? From Kyiv walks? - I wondered in shock.
Max nods silently, continuing to stare at me openly.
My thoughts are confused. He drew my feet? And hung them up in his bedroom? Does he like my body that much?
- And Gringo is very fond of Rose, – I shuddered at the sound of his low voice, the sound of heart. I freeze, taut as a string. His thumb circled my rounded, slightly open lips.
- Gringo's allowed to love Rose, right? You're going to let him have this little whim? - His smile confuses me even more.
- Max, you know, – my heart starts to race for some reason. I'm scared that the whole fairy between us is about to be ruined. But instead of disappointment, I feel an incredible rush of . No, not from the taboo word out of his mouth. It's all his independence - absolute, . How can you say a frank, intimate, unacceptable phrase for both of us and yet your personal freedom from all romantic nonsense.
- What do I know? What should I tell Gringo? - A cheeky smile never leaves his seductive .
- I don't tolerate that kind of talk, Max. I'm afraid. Scared! - I hid my face against his chest I wouldn't have to see that smile and his sardonic, piercing gaze.
He pulls back slightly and lifts my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes again, but I cover eyelids.
- Look at me. What scares you? - Now his voice is stern and hard.
In an instant my nakedness becomes shameful, and I cover my body with my arms, but no do I cross my arms than Max grabs them and pulls them apart, exposing me to the world. .
- I told you to look at me, – Oh God, he's really angry.
I stare into his eyes and am stunned by what I see. He's looking at me with a hungry, gaze.
- What did I scare you with? - I can feel Gringo against my stomach.
But I can't say anything.
- Don't be afraid of the word "love." It's not about you and me, Baby. It's just an allegory.
Gringo won't hurt Rose. And his boner for her is obvious. The word 'wants' is too pale a reflection my dick's reaction to your Rose, – he presses the phrase "my dick." Before I can even get a word edgewise, he covers my throat with his palm, squeezing it affectionately, and with his other hand opens the petals of the Rose.
I let him do anything, absolutely anything he wants with me during the sexual game, the of which are determined only by him. He's everywhere... Everywhere! Touching, reaching places, those points deep in my body that I didn't know existed. He forces me to surrender to him, and I willingly surrender to his captivity.
I'm flailing around in a vicious, sinful fever, trembling beneath him and completely out of . I'm not in control of the situation! I'm not in control of myself. It seems to me that I am at everything from the outside, and at the same time I am in the very epicenter of what is . Everything here is happening around me. With every action he emphasizes the of my pleasure, my enjoyment. It doesn't give me a break and doesn't let me come to my even for a moment.
As from outside, I hear my own scream. It is a scream of pure delight. My body is into a million shards, unable to be put back together, glued together, repaired. Only he rebuild it again. Only he!
It's a blast.
Tsunami.
A devastating earthquake with the highest score.
I bite his lips, digging into his shoulders, trying to stay on the edge, at least with the edge of consciousness. I want to memorize this moment, but it's futile.
I am flying away again into the space that I now know so well. And through the shroud of , I hear his quiet, husky, sensual laughter.
- - -
I struggle to open my eyelids, returning to the human world. Max pulls me against him.
- You...
- Yeah, I flew off too, – he smiles, warming me. - You smile during orgasm, – he says .
- Really? - I'm still smiling and ruffling his hair. - Are you laughing?
- Turns out I did. For the first time in my life.
- Sounds like a compliment, – I flattered him.
- That is the compliment...
I close my eyes, savoring his confession.