Page 26 of You + Me – Against the World

Our fingers meet on his hips, between the cotton and his skin.

And now we are naked in the middle of his living room, face to face, just inches apart. I’m feverish, while he is perfectly in control of himself. I study him, his lean, solid frame, his chiseled abs, his skin like silk in the darkness. I forget my own nakedness. The pounding of my heart makes my whole body throb.

“Now we’re even,” he whispers, breaking the silence.

“Everything about you is gorgeous.”

With a breathtaking smile, he pulls me into his arms. We are drawn to each other, our bodies pulled together like magnets once again. My hands begin to explore him, discovering his firm, rounded backside, even more perfect than I had imagined. New and exhilarating sensations wash over me.

And now?

Make the first move, Vadim. I won’t be able to bring myself to do it.

Seeming to read my mind, he takes one step forward, then another. Lost in those light-colored eyes, I let him guide me backward until we reach the couch, where we fall down together. Our nervous laughter echoes through the small, silent apartment.

Vadim buries his face in my hair, and the tenderness of the gesture moves me. This man who fears nothing suddenly seems shy to me, almost fragile, so I hold him against me as tightly as I can. My desire for him mixes with a surge of affection so intense it takes me aback. It’s a sensation too powerful to describe. A jolt in my heart, almost like pain.

Vadim kisses my neck, his lips and then his tongue tracing abstract patterns over every inch of my skin—my earlobe, the corner of my mouth, my throat, my chest, and the hollow between my breasts. The feeling of his warm breath against the damp traces left by his kisses makes me shiver.

I sink into a sweet haze, caressing his back, his neck and his whole body as he explores mine with his hands. Lying against me, he follows the curve of my waist, moves up along my ribs, delicately massages my breasts, and takes my nipples between his fingers. When they harden, he teases them again with the tip of his nose, before running his tongue over them and enveloping them with his lips. I burn a little more with each kiss as he makes his way down to my stomach, circles my belly button, and then moves even lower.

I never knew desire could banish fear so completely.

My most intimate self is practically aching when Vadim’s mouth discovers me for the first time. He brushes against me, then searches me with his piercing gaze, as if I could possibly say no to such delicious sensations. In response, I bury my fingers in his hair and watch his face disappear between my thighs. His tongue finds endless ways to drive me wild.

I never knew you could do that, never knew I could feel that.

I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, where I am, or how far I’m going. My whole body tenses. My head tips back, my back arches, my hips tremble with the rhythm of his movements, and my hands clutch at his head. A whirlwind sweeps me away. I’m afraid of falling, of losing control completely. But Vadim holds me tight, embraces me, and I soar between his hands, between his wild lips, for a long moment, surrendering completely to this blinding rush.

The man who just turned me inside out curls against me, gently resting his head on my chest as it rises and falls with my ragged breaths, as if he’s trying to stop my heart from exploding. He wraps his arms around my waist; I wrap mine around his neck. Then, I bury my nose in his silky locks, breathe in his heady scent, and close my eyes, wanting to etch this memory into my mind forever. We stay entwined like this on the couch for a while, without saying a word or moving a muscle.

I didn’t know pure happiness existed.

When a doubt suddenly takes hold of me, I break the silence. “What about you?”

“Me?” he says in his gorgeous, deep voice.

“I don’t know if I know how to do… that… to you.”

“I don’t expect you to do anything for me, Alma.”

“I want to. Tell me what you’d like.”

“I want this, nothing else but this,” he sighs, tightening his hold on me.

“But I want more. I want everything! I want you!” I cry out, rolling onto him and planting a thousand kisses on his chest, his cheeks, his mouth.

We wrestle playfully, our legs and arms tangled together, until we tumble with a dull thud onto the cold, wooden floor. Vadim manages to slip his hand beneath my head first, cushioning the fall. His confidence, the way he protects me, the way he puts me before himself—nothing could feel better. He carries me away, far from my fears and unanswered questions, drawing me irresistibly closer to him.

I take his face in my hands, slowly bring my lips to his, and kiss him as though it were the first time. Our tongues meet, and I have never tasted anything so intoxicating. I let his kiss linger until I can no longer catch my breath. Until I feel a new desire pulse through me.

His erection grows against my thigh, and I find myself enjoying the pressure. The spark ignites right there, deep in the pit of my stomach, like a tiny ache that I need to soothe. My hips press against his, searching for the remedy, and move slightly to fit more perfectly against him. This contact, the weight of his body lying on mine, only makes my desire more intense, more impatient.

I slide a bold hand between our two fused bodies until my palm meets his hardness. He tenses as my fingers brush against him, trace his length, then return to wrap around him gently. I’m not sure if I’m doing it properly, but Vadim seems to like it. I hear him sigh somewhere near my ear.

“You’re going to drive me crazy, Alma…”

I try to stop myself from moaning as he nibbles my neck, sucks on my earlobe, and traces my jawline with the tip of his tongue. My body wants more, but my mouth doesn’t know how to ask for it.