Chapter 10 - Irina

The rush of adrenaline has my heart racing, but it's not just that. There's an intense, raw desire burning between us, and I can't ignore it any longer. I move my hands to his belt, undoing it with shaking fingers. His sharp intake of breath spurs me on, and I quickly unzip his trousers, my eyes never leaving his.

I reach inside, my hand closing around him, and I can't suppress a gasp as I pull him out. He springs free, thick and hard, and I can't help but stare. I'd seen it before, but not like this, not fully released from the confines of his pants. It's massive, and I can't believe it fit inside me.

I rub my thumb along the length, feeling the veins throbbing beneath my touch. Alexei growls, a deep, primal sound that sends a shiver down my spine.

"Don't play with me," he warns, his eyes dark and hooded.

I look up at him, a challenge in my eyes, and slowly lower my mouth to him. This is new territory for me, something I've only ever heard about but never actually done. But I want to please him, want to feel him lose control.

I take him in, my lips wrapping around the thick head, and I close my eyes, focusing on the taste and feel of him. I swirl my tongue, experimenting, and graze him with my teeth. He arches off the bed, his hips jerking as he lets out a strangled curse.

"Fuck," he groans, his hands tangling in my hair. "You're gonna—gonna make me—"

I hollow my cheeks and suck hard, wanting to give him pleasure, wanting to draw out the same intense reaction I'd felt earlier. But my inexperience shows, and my teeth scrape him again.

"Shit," he hisses, his hips bucking. "You trying to bite my dick off, kitten?"

"Maybe that's the plan."

He arches an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking up. "Well, in that case, I'm happy to oblige. But if you want to learn how to do it right, I can teach you."

I lean in again, my breath warm against the tip of him, and I look up through my lashes, seeing the desire burning in his eyes.

"Teach me," I whisper, and his hand tightens in my hair, pulling me closer as he does.

Alexei's grip on my hair tightens, guiding me in a slow, tortuous pace. "Take your time," he murmurs hoarse with desire. "Use your tongue." I nod, my lips still wrapped around him, and I begin to move at my own pace, taking him deeper with each stroke. I hollow my cheeks again, sucking hard, and he groans, his head tossing back. "That's it, kitten. Fuck! Just like that."

His hands release my hair, and they move to my breasts, squeezing and teasing my nipples. I moan, the vibration of it causing him to hiss.

"Your mouth, it's so fucking perfect," he says.

He begins to thrust slowly, gently.

I relax my jaw, wanting to take more of him, and my hands move to his hips, gripping them as I set a rhythm. I can feel his length, thick and hard, and I add my hands to where my mouth can't reach, stroking him, exploring. I graze my nails lightly along his sensitive skin, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. "Fuck."

His hips snap involuntarily, and he thrusts deeper, his breathing becoming more ragged. "You like that?" I hum in response, my mouth full, and he groans again. "Suck me, baby. Use your mouth to make me come."

His words are a demand, but the plea is there, and I find myself wanting to give him what he craves.

I increase the suction, taking him as deep as I can, my hands moving in unison with my mouth. I can taste the saltiness of his arousal, and it spurs me on, knowing that I'm bringing him pleasure.

As I continue to suck and stroke, his movements become more urgent, his breath coming in sharp gasps. "Irina. I'm close."

I suck harder, wanting to feel him lose control, wanting to taste him. And then, with a sharp cry, he surges forward, his hands tangling back in my hair as he comes in my mouth.

The taste of him, the feel of his release, sends a thrill through me, and I swallow, relishing his sharp intake of breath. I suck gently, milking him for every last drop, my hands moving gently now, soothingly.

Finally, he pulls out, his breathing ragged, and he hauls me up, kissing me deeply. I taste myself on him, and it only adds to the arousal coiling within me. "You did so good, kitten," he murmurs against my lips, his hands tangling in my hair once more, but this time, softly, possessively. "Now it's my turn to take care of you."

He raises me up, his hands gentle but firm on my arms, and pulls me close, crushing his mouth to mine. The kiss is fierce and all-consuming, tasting of passion and the faintest hint of salt from our mingled releases. I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers threading through his hair, holding him to me as if I could ever let him go.

Then, he breaks the kiss and slowly lowers me back onto the bed, his eyes burning with an intense heat. He settles between my knees, his legs bracketing mine, and leans down to nuzzle my jaw. His stubble creates a delicious friction that has me arching my neck to give him better access.

His hands slide to the rope belt of my gown, and with a quick tug, he undoes it, letting the fabric fall open. I shift, sitting up, and he pulls the gown off my shoulders, baring me to the waist. My breasts are full and heavy, my nipples taut with desire, and his eyes darken as he takes in the sight.

"Fuck," he swears, reaching out to cup one breast, his thumb grazing the tight peak. "Tease," he murmurs against my skin. "You know what you do to me?"

He teases the bud with his teeth and soothes it with his tongue, I bite my lip, my heart pounding. "Maybe,"

His lips hover just above my breasts, his eyes holding mine captive. "I want to hear you say it."

"Say what?" I breathe, my chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

"That you've been thinking about this," he says, his thumb brushing against my nipple, sending sparks of pleasure through me. "That you wanted my mouth on you, my hands on your body."

I swallow, my eyes fluttering closed for a moment as a fresh wave of desire hits me. "Yes," I whisper, my voice hoarse. "I've wanted this. Wanted you."

A soft growl escapes him, and he pulls me closer, his mouth finally claiming what he'd been teasingly denying us both. "Tell me again," he demands, his lips and tongue working magic on my aching flesh. "Tell me how much you wanted this."

I moan, my head falling back, my body arching into him. "So much, Alexei. God, I need you."

His hands grasp my hips, holding me firmly in place as he continues to worship my breasts, sucking, nipping, until I'm a trembling mess beneath him. "You have no idea how good you look like this, all flushed and wanting. It's all I can do not to take you hard and fast."

He lifts his head, his eyes dark and hooded, the same raw desire I feel reflected back at me. "But I plan to savor every inch of you, kitten. Every. Damn. Inch."

He kisses a trail down my body, his lips brushing across my skin, igniting a trail of fire everywhere he touches. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly peels them away, his eyes never leaving mine.

"So beautiful," he murmurs in a low rumble. "All of you."

I shiver as the cool air brushes against my now-exposed core, and I feel the evidence of my desire, the dampness that has gathered between my legs.

He chuckles softly, a wicked, intimate sound. "I can smell how ready you are for me, kitten."

Then he's lowering his head, his warm breath fanning my sensitive skin, and I know where he's going, what he's about to do. I bite my lip, anticipation coiling tight within me. And then—oh, God! Then his tongue brushes against my clit, and I cry out, my hips bucking involuntarily.

He chuckles again, the vibration of it sending little shocks straight to my core.

"So responsive," he murmurs, and then he blows a gentle stream of air, and I moan, the sensation unlike anything I've ever experienced. He laps at me, his tongue skillful and knowing, and I can feel myself getting wetter, my body opening for him, inviting him in.

He adds his fingers, sliding them inside me, and I cry out again. He looks up at me as he moves his fingers, slowly at first and then with more purpose, his thumb continuing to stroke my clit.

There are the wet, squelching noises as his fingers move within me, the slick, lewd noises of his mouth on me, and my own shameless moans as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.

I try to close my eyes, to lose myself in the pleasure, but he growls, low and rough. "Open your eyes, kitten. I want to see you when you come."

His command pushes me over the edge, and I cry out, my body tightening around his fingers as pleasure washes over me in wave after wave. I'm dimly aware of him continuing to thrust his fingers, milking my orgasm, drawing out every last sensation.

Finally, he slows, withdrawing his fingers, and I whimper at the loss, feeling boneless and replete. He sits back on his heels, a satisfied smile on his face, and slowly licks his fingers clean, his eyes never leaving mine. I moan at the sight, at the intimate knowledge that he now knows the taste of me as well.

He settles between my thighs, his knees bracketing my hips, and I can feel the tip of him, hard and insistent, nudging at my entrance. I reach down, wanting to guide him to where I need him, craving the feeling of him stretching me, filling me. He swears softly, a curse in Russian, and I look up, seeing the strain on his face, the way he's holding himself back.

"Alexei," I breathe, my hands moving to his hips, urging him forward. "Please."

He groans, a deep, primitive sound, and with one smooth thrust, he's inside, burying himself to the hilt. We both cry out— me at the sheer size of him, the intense pleasure as he stretches me, and him at the feeling of being enveloped by my heat.

I wrap my legs around his waist, my ankles locking together, holding him close, wanting him deeper still. He stills for a moment, his forehead resting against mine, his breath coming in harsh gasps.

"You feel so damn good, kitten," he says. "But we need to take it slow. I don't want to hurt you."

I want to tell him that he's not hurting me, that the pleasure far outweighs any discomfort, but before I can, he begins to move, slowly at first, setting a leisurely pace. But I want more, need more, and I urge him on, my hands on his chest, my hips pushing to meet his. He groans again, a deep, tortured sound, and his pace quickens, the bed creaking in time with our increasing rhythm.

And then, with a particularly forceful thrust, he hisses, his eyes squeezing shut, and he pulls out, making me whimper at the sudden loss.

"Why don't you ride me," he rasps.

I do as he says, straddle his lap as soon as he sits down, and he guides himself back inside me, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

I let out a keening moan; the sensation of being so full of him, in this position, is almost overwhelming.

"Move," he growls, his hands guiding my hips in a slow, torturous circle.

I lift myself up and slowly sink down, taking him in, inch by exquisite inch. A strangled groan tears from his throat, and he reaches up, his hands splaying across my breasts, his thumbs grazing my sensitive nipples.

I start to move, tentatively at first, unsure of the angle, but soon, I find a rhythm that has pleasure sparking through me. I lift and fall, my breath coming in short gasps, and he sits up, his hands moving to my hips, guiding me, helping me find the right pace.

"That's it, kitten. Just like that."

My breath quickens, my movements becoming more urgent as pleasure builds within me. "Alexei," I moan, my head falling back as I ride him, my body seeking release.

"Yes, kitten, I've got you," his hands tighten on my hips, helping me find a faster, more frenzied pace.

I can feel my orgasm building, coiling tight within me, and I know I'm close, so very close. Alexei's eyes are fixed on mine. I cry out, my body tightening around him as I shatter into a million pieces, my release claiming me.

He groans, his hands squeezing my hips as he feels my climax, and then, with a few sharp thrusts of his hips, he follows me over the edge, his own release shuddering through him as he buries himself deep inside me.

So, I set a hesitant pace, my hands bracing against his chest for balance, and he groans, a deep, guttural sound of approval.

"That's it," he pants, his hands guiding me, helping me find a rhythm. "Feel how deep I am inside you."

I whimper, feeling him in a whole new way, and I start to move with more confidence, my hips rolling, experimenting with different strokes and speeds.

The angle is perfect, and with each downward thrust, I feel him brush against a spot deep within that has my vision sparking with white-hot pleasure.

"There," I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Right—there."

He grunts in response, his hands holding my hips firmly, helping me move faster, harder.

I quicken my pace, wanting to feel that spark of pleasure again and again, and it builds, coiling tighter and tighter, until finally, with a cry, I shatter, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. He follows soon after, his hands tightening on my hips, holding me in place as he finds his own release.

As the final waves of pleasure ebb away, I melt into him; my breath still comes in short gasps as I rest my forehead against his. Our hearts beat out a chaotic rhythm. For the next few hours, It'll be just us, tangled together, with the heavy scent of sweat and sex clinging to the air. His warmth seeps into me, and I let my eyes drift shut, savoring the silence that's more comfortable than any words we could exchange.