A Debt Owed

Chapter 11

I broke the kiss trying to regain control over the situation and what I was feeling. Again he just gazed at me. Another stray droplet of water embarked on its journey, winding its way from his temple down the side of his face. It then teetered on the edge of his jaw line before gliding smoothly down his neck, this was where I made contact with it unable to resist touching him this time. He sucked in a large breathy as soon as my lips touched his skin, my tongue flicking out to absorb the damp trail left by the droplet, I could feel his skin prickle with goose bumps. I let the droplet continue its voyage downwards, my kisses following closely behind it. A sigh rumbled somewhere within his chest slowly travelling up to escape; I smiled it was just the reaction I wanted. Then his hand was under my shirt skimming its way up my bare back; his touch also sending shivers through my body.

Stopping just above his nipple, why rush thins, I reversed my journey. His lips were still soft and persuasive; I would be quite content to keep kissing him all night long, anything to have those lips anywhere on my body. It was his turn to trail kisses down my neck, paying extra attention to the sensitive skin along my collar bone. His hand was still moving up my back, pushing my shirt up with it, long fingers spreading firmly holding me him. My now bare stomach rubbed against his and I lost of train of thought and cursed the T-shirt I was wearing wanting to barriers between us, nothing but naked flesh touching.

I managed to slide off his lap to stand, all without breaking the kiss, intending to remove my shirt. Instead within a breath he had unfastened and slid my jeans down my legs, holding then underfoot as I stepped free of them. All this with one hand. Impressive, the man has skills. He ran his hands up my exposed thighs, my eyes locked onto to his as he guided me back snugly into position straddling his lap. Without the annoying denim between us it was obvious he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, the thin material of my panties a useless barrier against the harshness of the track pants and the blatant bulge in the front as he pressed us even closer together.

It was his turn to trail kisses down my body, his stubble scraping my skin mingling with the scorching contact his lips made with my skin. I tilted my head back allowing him more access to my neck where he lingered then travelled back up to my lips. His hands roamed across my back before moving over my stomach lightly skimming the bottom of my breasts, causing them to harden. Hell I just wished he could rip the damn shirt off me and be done with it.

Trying to move things along I raised my arms hoping he’ll get the hint. Surely enough he did, breaking the kiss he leant back running his hands up my sides and arms taking the shirt with them. So there I was watching as his eyes settled on the heavy rise and fall of my exposed breasts with each staggered breath. There were no secrets now I was pretty much naked.

My fingers dug into his shoulders repaying the pleasure he was giving me with pain the moment his lips touch my skin. They were soft kisses tracing around the edges of one breast then the other, he was very careful to avoid the pink centres. The remainder of my self control seeped away, I needed more that anything for him to take all of me into his mouth and he did just that as I moved to thrust my nipple there. He sucked in almost half of the entire breast, the last thread of my control snapped and I grabbed the back of his skull smothering his face against me. His teeth sinking into my soft flesh, payback for my fingernails in his shoulders.

He lifted his head taking in a sharp breath doing the same to my other willing breast, his hand slid underneath my panties grabbing both buttocks and crushing me against him. My panties were starting to stick soaked from my own wetness, drenching the front of his track pants as a result of him grinding me against is hardness in a slow rhythm mimicking his suckling on my breasts. A shudder rocketed through me as the roughness of his tongue grazed across my already painfully hard nipple before he broke free. We were still joined at the groin and I loudly protested in no longer having his lips in contact with any part of my body.

“Don’t stop now.” Barely getting the words out I ran my hands down his chest paying special attention to his nipples and continuing down his flat stomach, my fingers dipping under the waistband of his pants fully knowing what I wanted to touch.

My finger tips skimmed the base of his almost fully engorged shaft when his hand clamped down over mine dragging it back up to kiss my open palm. His voice sensual. “Not yet … soon.”

“But I want you now.” Pleading I crushed more of my body up against his, planting a bruising kiss on his swollen lips biting down enough to draw a little blood before moving on to his ear. I slowly ran my tongue along its outer edge then sucked in the soft lobe several times before trapping it between my teeth, not breaking the skin, whispering, “I want you inside me.”

Tightening underneath me his breathing became more strained as I resumed kissing his neck and chest. He was saying something to m e but I wasn’t concentrating on the words only the sound of his voice and how good his touch made me feel. First he spoke in English, then Russian, then back to English where he remained. All the while his hands had a mind of their own as he ripped my panties off me. Now those hands were exploring all my naked body, grabbing my ass and pulled me closer forcing me to open up more for him, the bulge between us ready to burst through the material and enter me. I moved my hips, eyes focussed on watching his as his body reacted to grinding against mine growing longer and harder. We both groaned in pleasure.

I leaned back further balancing on one of his hands still on my ass as I grabbed his other hand guiding it towards my front where our bodies ;melded. I held onto two of his fingers sliding them down my stomach, across my mound and into the hot sticky wetness. He pushed his fingers deeper inside me, stroking everything, my body shuddered as I almost came from than e movement. Straightening I let him support all of my weight wanting more.

Holding his face to mine I stared into now darkened lust filled eyes only just getting the words out. “I need you to fuck me Kirill.”

Suddenly in one fluid motion he stood, with me still wrapped around him, both of us glued at the groin and carried me to the bed. I protested when he separated our bodies placing me down onto the bed after tossing the covers aside with one hand.

I moved to the middle and he followed kneeling between my legs, his eyes raking over my eager body spread- eagled before him. Where eager those eyes settle a shiver ran along my skin just as if he had physically touched me. I arched my back when his gaze lingered on my breasts instantly remembering what it felt like to have them in his mouth. There was no denying how aroused and turned on he was, the front of his pants already soaked from mostly my own juices perfectly moulded itself to his fully erect shaft. The only thing keeping it at bay was the elastic waist band.

I lifted my legs hooking his waistband between my toes, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, I smiled back pulling the pants down with my feet. I clutched him around the hips holding him in place with my knees, his skin felt hot and smooth, forgetting to breathe as the tip of him dipped inside me. My hips thrust upwards demanding more of him; it was his turn to smile as he spread my legs wider to lean over me. Propping himself up on his hands doing a semi push-up making sure the full long length of him was rubbing against me.

He trailed kisses from my mouth to my breasts then venturing lower causing me to squirm underneath him. The damp trail left in his wake aroused me even more as I felt that flexible tongue slide in and out of my belly button, leaving my body on the verge of unravelling. My will already demolished.

Looking down the lengths of our bodies I watched as he slowly entered me. I had to wanting to see his thick heavy shaft push inside me. In one smooth motion he plunged deep within stretching and filling me forcing a surrendered moan from my lips. My breathing faltered with the overwhelming pleasure of having him inside me and when he withdrew, desperate to stay connected my hips intuitively followed. Instantly the emptiness was filled as he drove deeper into me again building up a steady momentum. The feel of our hot and sweaty bodies working together set mine on fire as he pounded harder into me, it was as if he was trying to punch a whole out the other side of me. I was on the verge of exploding.

My eyes closed every trace of thought vanished and all I was capable of was feeling my body reacting to his, I hadn’t even realised I was clutching the bed sheet in a death grip until I felt his hands free mine from them or that I was holding my breath. He pushed my arms up entwining his fingers with mine shifting his weight a little off of me. I felt the warmth of his breath as he released one hand to hold the side of my face, urging me to look at him.

I slowly opened my eyes meeting his heated gaze. “Breath for me Madison, you have to breath.”

I deeply inhaled. This time we stared at each other lost in the watching. The pleasure and control etched on his face as he started to move again, sliding smoothly in and out instantly igniting my body coaxing him to quicken the pace. Each breath we took and each plunge drove us closer to climaxing. His arms slid underneath my shoulders holding me up as he rested on his elbows, my head cradled in his hands as the pressure increased and I constricted around his shaft making him to plunge deeper and faster. The last threads of sanity were ripping away as I felt his body ready itself for release along with my own.

The pace increased. The moans grew louder. Our breathing more staggered and our heartbeats threatened to break through our chests. My body sparked alive and was on fire when with one last push he tumbled us over the edge and we both orgasmed at the same time. A final scream from me lingered in the room as our sexually depleted bodies collapsed on one another. I didn’t quite expect the sex to be mind blowing.

He hadn’t fully pulled out from me even though he had become limp but my legs remained wrapped around him keeping him from escaping. “Leaving so soon?”

He smiled down at me letting his elbows support most of his weight reaching to stroke away a stray strand of damp hair from my face. “Once wasn’t enough for you?”

“I don’t know you have to ask me that after the second time.” Smiling in return I ran my hands down his back then up again.

To my surprise he rolled over onto his back positioning me squarely on top of him, we were still joined. He was still inside me. We kissed more slowly this time, more tenderly while waiting for the flames to spark once more. It didn’t take long for him to become hard again and I hadn’t stopped wanting him. Still this time our love making was less frantic, gentler as we explored each others’ bodies. The second orgasm was more shattering than the first.

All desire was now fully satisfied. With our bodies entangled together true exhaustion finally let the sleep claim us. At that moment I didn’t care what happened tomorrow.