I reach into the tub and lift her out, water streaming off her body and making a mess of the floor. She's lighter than she looks, or maybe it's just the adrenaline rushing through me. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, still wet and slippery, and I carry her out of the bathroom toward the bedroom.
"You're gonna make a mess," she warns.
"I'll get it all inside you," I tell her gruffly, gripping her thighs tightly.
Drops of water trail behind us on the floor, as I kick the bedroom door shut with my foot and head straight for the bed. I set her down on the edge of the mattress, and she leans back on her elbows, watching me with a smirk. Her hair is damp and messy, sticking to her shoulders, and her skin is flushed pink from the bath and the orgasm. She looks like a goddess, and I need to be inside her more than I need my next breath.
I strip off my clothes as fast as I can, my hands shaking a little from how bad I want her. The shirt goes, then the pants and boxers, everything kicked aside in a heap. My dick is already hard, aching for her, and when I step between her spread legs, she reaches for me right away. Her fingers wrap around me, stroking, and I groan at the feel of her hand.
"You're so beautiful," I tell her, leaning down to kiss her again. "I can't get enough of you."
Marina pulls me closer, guiding me to her entrance. "You haven't had me yet," she says with a grin. "I want you in me."
I push in, feeling her stretch around me, and she moans into my mouth as I sink deeper, her legs wrapping around my hips to pull me in all the way. We both sigh when I'm fully inside her. I stay there for a moment, just savoring her heat, the way she clenches around me like she never wants me to leave. Then I start to move, pulling back and thrusting back in.
"God, you feel amazing," I groan as I brace one hand on the bed beside her and the other on her hip, holding her in place while I drive into her deeper. The ease of this glide is incredible, she has no idea what this does to me.
She arches her back, pushing her tits up toward me, and I bend to suck on her nipple again, while I keep fucking her. "Yes, like that," she gasps. "Oh, God." Her whimpers and mewling sounds drive me insane. I couldn't stop if I wanted to. She feels too good. Sealing this moment by being intimate is the best feeling in the world. I feel like I could die right now a happy man.
She meets every thrust with her own hips rolling up, taking me as deep as she can, and the slick sounds of our bodies meeting only makes it more erotic. I straighten up a little, looking downat where we are joined, watching the way she takes me over and over. It's hard to believe this act that makes me feel so incredible also made a life inside her.
"I love you," I say again, my hips never stopping. "God, you're gonna have my baby."
Then I lean down and kiss her, swallowing her next whimper as I angle my hips to intensify her pleasure. She tightens around me instantly, her breath hitching, and I keep going, driving into her again and again. Her hands roam over my back, nails scratching lightly, and it only spurs me on more. I pull her closer to the edge of the bed, her ass right at the brink, and push deeper, feeling my dick hit her back wall and make her jolt.
"You feel so good," I growl, feeling myself get closer.
The pleasure builds e with every stroke. When I finally blow, it's gonna be the best orgasm of my life. I reach between us and find her clit again, rubbing while I keep pumping into her, and she bucks against me, her moans getting louder and more desperate. She's close again, I can feel it in the way she squeezes me.
"You keep squeezing me like that, and it's over."
"Fuck... Oh, God... I'm so close." Marina's whimpers only make me harder.
"You want to come again?" I watch as her eyes open and rise to meet mine. Her pupils are blown wide, mouth open panting, and she nods. So I lean down and bite her earlobe. "Then come again for me," I tell her, my mouth against her ear. "I want to feel you come while I'm inside you."
"Yes," she pants. "I'm so close. Keep going."
She does, her body seizing up as another orgasm crashes through her. Her inner muscles lock down around me in strong, rhythmic waves, squeezing and releasing over and over as the pleasure tears through her. Her back arches hard off the bed while her legs tighten around my waist, pulling me even deeper. I feel every pulse of her release as she comes so hard, her whole body trembles and shakes with the intensity of it. Her nails dig into my shoulders and her breath comes in short, broken gasps against my skin.
"Oh, yeah," I grunt, watching her be so unraveled and beautiful for me.
And the sensation of her coming so strongly drags me right over the edge with her. My hips stutter as I start to come, filling her with hot, thick pulses that seem to go on forever. The pleasure hits me like a blinding flash, white-hot and overwhelming, rushing through every nerve in my body. I groan her name into the curve of her neck as I empty myself inside her, each powerful spurt making my vision blur while her body continues to flutter and squeeze around me, taking every drop I have to give.
When her breathing regulates and my dick is going soft, I pull out and then stand, giving her space. But her legs are wobbly and her body is weak, so I lift her up and help her get situated, then I climb into bed next to her and hold her, covering us both with the thick blankets.
Marina's head rests on my chest and her fingers trace a slow path along my collarbone. Her hair is still damp and it presses warm against my skin. I've got my arm around her and my hand flat against the small of her back. This is perfection to me—everything I could ever need right here. And I don't want to let her go or let anything mess this up.
"I'm gonna fix this," I tell her softly.
Her fingers pause, then resume as she says, "How?"
"I'm going to talk to your father and lay out the new terms..." I let my fingers dust her skin gently as I think. "This'll be way better than he would've had with Orlov."
"My father doesn't care about better, Stepan. He cares about control."
It's easy to let myself believe this'll be a simple task, but she's right. Sergei won't care if he gets better access to safer routes out of Perm. He'll have to relinquish some decision making power and he won't like it. But we won't be taking ten percent. Which will hopefully be a bright spot on his horizon.
"Then I'll give him the illusion of it. Roman's good at that."