I want to tell him that’s okay, but he presses his hips forward and the gentle slide of him inside of me steals my ability to speak. When our bodies are flush and he’s panting against my skin, I decide there’s nothing I could say that isn’t being said a thousand times better by the perfect way we fit together.
Mikhail lifts himself onto his elbows, his nose pressed to mine. He looks into my eyes as he slowly pumps into me. It’s like we both need the reminder that we’re here, together.
Despite everything, we found each other.
I lift my hips, meeting his thrust, and he bares his teeth. “I’ve never been so turned on in my f*****g life.”
A wild laugh bursts out of me. “Me, neither.”
“Just the way it feels sliding into you makes me want to come.”
I scrape my nails over his hips, drawing h
