I swallow him as deep as I can, using all the tricks I’ve read about, and it’s not long before he pulls me off of him, yanking me to my feet. He turns me away from him, placing both my hands flatly on the wall.
“You’re my everything! Dusha Moya! There is no one, or anything, that will come before you,” Nico vows into my ear as he slides dick into my slickened sheath from behind.
I know what it means for him to say that to me. Nico is a man of few words, but he means what he says, you always know where you stand with him.
If this man tells you that you’re going to meet your maker, it’s not an empty promise—you will.
If he tells you that there is no way out—there’s not.
For him to tell me that I come before everything and everyone causes my heart swells so big that I don’t know that I have room in my chest for it to expand any further. With those promises, I know that I love this man, no matter what hedoesor what he hasdone.
This man is meant for me. He’s mine, and I’m his.
Nico settles himself to the hilt before slowly pulling out and sliding back in. Setting a sluggish rhythm, meant to savor, and enhance the booming feeling’s steadily growing between us. It’s maddening and exhilarating, but I need more, so much more. I need to see this man face-to-face as he pushes me to heights I never dreamed were possible.
“Nico, I need to look into your eyes as you slide in and out of me, splintering me into a million pieces. I need your mouth on mine as I burn from the inside out with pleasure.” I look over my shoulder arching more into him. Begging him with my eyes to understand why I need this.
He pulls out of me, turns, and lifts me, spinning me around, and sliding back into me so quickly that my head is still spinning when he buries himself to the hilt. I run my hands up his chest, burying my fingers into his hair as he slams me onto his cock repeatedly, like a man who’s possessed with lust.
Using my grip on his hair, I tilt his head up and bring his eyes to mine, “I love you Nico. Ya tebya lyublyu!”
I know I butcher his mother language, but the look of peace in his eyes tells me that I said it just right, and that he comprehended what I meant. His pace picks up, turning into a punishing rhythm that I know I’ll feel for days to come.
“Dusha Moya, ya lyublyu tebya vsegda I zavtra.” Nico murmurs over and over.
“I’m so close, Nico. Please, come with me. I don't to want fly without you,” I moan, holding his mouth hostage with mine.
Nico’s rhythm doesn’t slow or falter as he continues to stroke the fire within me. Sparking it, the flames flaring higher and higher with each swivel of his hips. Our kiss turns almost violent as we both chase our ecstasy. Our tongues clash, tasting and fighting for dominance. His hands tighten on me. No doubt I’ll have bruises in the next few days. Just as I’m ready to beg for release, he pulls aways from our kiss, laying his forehead against mine.
“Now, Dusha Moya. Cum now… with me,” he orders, just as I feel his release coat the inner walls of my pussy.
We stay connected for a long moment before Nico pulls away, placing me on my feet. I sway slightly, my legs still weak. Nico held me close to him allowing me to get my footing.
“You okay now?” he questions before kissing the top of my head.
“I’m perfect. Only one thing could make this moment better.” I smile wide feeling whole and happy for the first time since I was a small child.
“I’ll do anything to make every day perfect. Yet I’ll fail you all the time. Just know I’ll fight every day to make it right for you. Do tell me what can make this moment even more perfect?” Nico inquires, obliterating the last of the barrier I had in place protecting myself.
“Tell me what you said to me. What it means. I’m trying to learn your mother language, but lord help me, Russian isn’t an easy dialect to learn.” I snicker.
“Da. But it’s a hell of a lot easier than English.” Nico chuckles. I watch him in awe as he laughs, because this is not something this man does a lot of.
“Well?” I cross my arms over my chest in mock anger.
“My soul, I love you, always and tomorrow,” Nico tells me, deciphering his earlier phrase, looking like a scared child.
My heart does exactly what I never thought it could and grows… even bigger. There was room left inside of me that caused my heart’s core to thrive and broaden. Only he could manage to destroy my misconceptions and prove me wrong. I throw myself at him, not caring that we are in the shower, and it’s slippery—dangerous.
“I love you too, Nico. For so long, I’ve loved you.”
Nico slams his mouth down onto mine. Claiming me. Owning me. He reaches out, turning the water off, and carts me to bed where we spend the rest of the night proving how much we love each other.
I never dreamed that my forever would come from the bowels of the shadows. Now that it has, I am over the moon to be loved by this man.
I wake the next morning, wrapped in Nico’s arms, listening to his heart beat steadily and strongly. My bladder screams at me needing to be emptied. I work to untangle myself from Nico’s strong armband around me, only to have them tighten on me, holding me in place. I give it another moment before I try and extract myself once again, afraid I’m about to pee the bed like a damn toddler.
“Nico, if you don’t fucking let me go, then there will be a puddle in your bed,” I hiss at him.
