He keeps his hands spread across my thighs so he can control my pace even when I’m riding him.
I press him back into the mattress and kiss the hard ridges of his abs, the broad sweep of his chest. I circle my hips and work myself onto his length again and again. When we hit a new angle, I gasp. Mikhail pumps into me until I’m putty in his hands. Until I collapse against his chest and scream against his feverish skin.
I clench and spasm and Mikhail holds himself deep inside of me, groaning as I fall apart on his c**k. As soon as I go limp, he wraps an arm around my waist and rolls us over.
“I want this,” he growls, slamming into me. “I’ve wanted this from the first time I ever saw you, Viviana.”
I’m still coming down from the first orgasm, but Mikhail is taking me there again. His words
