Page 48 of Obsession of the Bratva

My cock was already straining against my pants, and I wanted nothing more than to slide it inside Vera’s throbbing pussy and fuck her for all eternity.

The worst part of it all was that I knew exactly what she felt like, and that made it impossible to control.

“Vera,” I moaned softly as she rained kisses down my neck, knowing exactly where to touch me just enough to drive me crazy.

Both she and I knew each other’s bodies too well. Making her orgasm on the kitchen counter had been the easiest thing to achieve because I could sense how much she had wanted me. She was a woman desperate and needy, and I was her only release. I had always been her only release. She had never touched Adrian.

“Nico, I want you,” she whispered against my lips, and I forced my thoughts to shut down and return to the warm body in front of me.

“I want you too, my love,” I replied, grabbing her with one hand from the front of her neck and pulling her lips to mine.

Her tongue felt like a drug that had been made just to intoxicate me. I could never get enough. I pushed her backward toward the bed as we continued kissing, and before she could comprehend what was happening, I pushed her down softly. She went sprawling on the bed, her naked body looking glorious in the early morning sun. Her dark hair was wildly messy, and her body looked needy in just the right ways.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” I asked, taking off my pants as I spoke.

“You can start telling me now,” she said, shrugging, a mischievous smile on her face.

My pants came off, and her gaze immediately went to my dick, which was hard and wet and in need of a release. I wanted nothing more than to shove her with my dick, but I was not going to do that. Not so soon. Instead, I crawled over her slowly, covering her nakedness with my body while still keeping all of my weight on my own hands. She was shaking with need.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, Vera,” I whispered, brushing her hair away from her face.

“And this beautiful woman just wants you inside her now, please, Nico.”

I trailed kisses from her earlobes to her neck and her lips before going further down. She began shaking in anticipation as I ran my tongue over her stomach, followed by her aching pussy. I licked her wet folds once again, savoring her taste like I would never get to have it again. Her hands immediately reached between us and grabbed my dick, which was already hard for her.

“Nico, fuck me, please,” she moaned, stroking me softly.

I immediately aligned our bodies and positioned my cock on her pussy, poking her entrance with my tip. Her core tightened at every touch, and I finally slid inside, the warmth and tightness of her pussy driving me over the edge.

“Oh my god, Vera, you feel so good,” I moaned, fucking her harder with every thrust.

She began moving underneath me, matching me with every move, and I continued fucking her like there was no tomorrow. Her pussy tightened around my cock, indicating that she was about to come. I slid my hand between us, stroking her clit.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she shouted.

I rubbed her clit as I fucked her, both of us right at the edge of our climax. Within seconds, Vera unraveled underneath me, and I orgasmed in unison with her moaning, suspending all my weight on top of her while I held her close. The aftereffects of the orgasm shook us both as we stayed there, trying to recover from everything that had just happened.

It was intense.

For a long time, neither of us spoke as we lay beside each other.

The city stretched beyond the glass walls of my bedroom, bright and distant against the Miami night. Somewhere outside, traffic moved through the streets. Somewhere farther away, people lived entire lives completely unaware that mine had just tilted on its axis. Vera lay beside me, her head resting against my shoulder, and for the first time in months, I felt something dangerously close to peace.

It lasted exactly three minutes.

Then she laughed, and the sound caught me completely off guard. I turned my head toward her.

“What?”

She shook her head, smiling against my shoulder. “Nothing.”

“That wasn’t nothing.”

“It was.”

I narrowed my eyes, and she laughed again. God. How I had missed that sound. It was not the polite smiles she gave strangers or the carefully controlled version of herself she showed the world. This was the real thing. The laugh that always arrived unexpectedly. The one that made her eyes brighter. The one that used to make me feel like I’d accomplished something.

“You’re annoying,” I informed her.