EroticReverie

Audrey

I tried to sleep, tried to lay in his bed, the lights on, the fan going,...but the smell of him on the bed, in the room....it made it impossible. I laid there thinking about where he was or what he was doing. I found myself worrying. Worrying for a stranger, a man I barely knew at all. But he seemed to know me. He seemed to know me so well, as his tongue lapped up the excitement between my legs. My arousal sky rocketing the second I had heard his footsteps. Footsteps that I already had memorized, the weight of them, the way that even his walk sounded powerful. 

"yes Maksim" I cry as his tongue pushes over my clit again and again, his mouth focused and hungry. His tongue was eager and hurried, like he'd die if he didn't make me cum soon. 

"oh my god, that's so good" I moan as I bite my lip and sink my fingers into his hair as my hips writhe upward for more, grinding against his tongue. 

"Please don't stop, please" I beg of him as each lick bring me one tiny step closer to cumming, edging me closer and closer.

He groans into my pussy , his finger teasing my aching pussy, pressing a finger against my entrance, and I can feel my pussy trying to pull him in as I clench and draw his fingertip in, and he pushes it in slowly.

He murmurs something in Russian and I moan as I feel his finger twist inside me and then his hand start to move, pumping his finger in and out slowly. His fingertip pressing against my walls, right behind my pubic bone, right in the spot that has my body filling with an even stronger urge. 

It's like Maksim has an instructional manual on my body, knowing where to touch me, where to kiss me, what drives me insane and makes me come undone the quickest.  

"please" I cry. 

He groans and slides in a second finger and I moan at the new feeling, the way his fingers curl , exquisite, absolute perfection as those long fingers beckon me to cum. Ramping up the pace of his fingers, he makes me arch my back as I feel it coming, my hands gripping his hair as he sucks my clit and groans. 

I don't announce it, because he already knows. I cum hard, and I cum like it's the first time. Screaming for the release, my legs trembling, my whole body feeling as if it's crumbling, as if im liquifying and about to disappear into this bed. 

The sensation rolls through me in waves, his fingers making me cum, and his tongue still working my clit. He doesn't stop either of them, and I cry out his name as his tongue brings my clit to it's own orgasm. 

His fingers slip out, his hands press at my thighs and he holds them open as he licks me over my clit as I quiver and jerk slightly as my orgasm floods my body.

He groans, not torturing me and forcing me to keep cumming. Instead he spreads my pussy , his thumbs pushing my lips apart and he cleans me slowly. His tongue taking its time. Licking over my aching pulsing hole, and then down, cleaning the arousal that dripped down to my ass. 

I bite my lip when he stays there and his tongue circles and presses against my asshole, licking it. trading the point of his tongue for the flat surface, then back again to probing it slightly with the tip of tongue. 

"Maksim" I breathe. 

He only groans as he moves his hand his thumb circling my asshole and rubbing against it, and I groan when I hear him spit on it. I moan and then yelp, as he flips me without warning onto my stomach and grabs my ass and then spreads me and his tongue continues to lick me in a place that I never enjoyed before. 

I curl my fists in his sheets as he mutters to himself in Russian as he spits on it again and rubs his thumb over it.  switching back and forth between his thumb and his tongue. I hiss when I feel his teeth bite my ass cheeks and then give it a light slap as he grabs me and turns me back over. 

He licks his lip and stands again off the bed, removing his briefs, finishing his undress, and my eyes drop to appreciate his cock.

It hangs so fucking heavy, so fucking hard and thick, and long. 

I lick my lips and he moves back onto the bed and over me. I reach down and take him in my hand and I see his jaw clench as he hovers over me, looking down at me as I stroke him and spread my legs. 

"I want you Maksim" I say softly. His eyes going to my mouth as I speak. 

"Please" I whisper, barely audible as I stroke his cock with my hand and he lets me guide him to me. I bite my lip and nod as I press him to my entrance, and he pushes into me. 

My mouth drops open with relief, but he only gives me the first inch or two, barely inside of me. 

"Please" I beg as I grab his ass and pull him to me as I lift my hips and he groans as he lets himself sink into me. 

"shit" I hiss as I lift my head and look down between us. 

Again, he was fucking me bare. No condom between us, just him inside of me, and me wrapped around him, and even though he couldnt fit all of himself inside of me, he fit perfectly. 

The stretch was still painful, and I knew with Maksim, any woman who fucked him, it would always hurt at least a little. 

"It's so big" I whimper as I watch him pull back his hips, his cock sliding back out slowly. 

"You're so big Maksim...it feels so good" I moan as I continue to watch his cock, in awe of how good he feels, how hot we look together. How I want to watch him fuck me forever.

He groans and I let my eyes look back up, his eyes still on my face and I slide my hands to his lower back as I push myself up to meet his thrusts. They're not as hard as before, not as fast, but the pace is good. So fucking good. 

I couldn't explain it. I knew there was nothing good about this. Nothing smart about falling into bed with a man who was not only part of the Russian mafia, but seemed to BE the Russian mafia, at least here.  There was nothing smart about staring into the eyes of the man who killed men in front of me, one being my own boyfriend. It was those fucking eyes. That voice. Those hands. Those lips. This body, this cock that was inside of me making me lose myself to a world of bad choices.  His eyes scared me, but they also made me feel seen, made me feel like I was the only thing that existed, made me feel like I didnt have a chance in the world of walking  or running away from him.

He was gorgeous, and the most beautiful man I'd ever laid eyes on. His good looks and his power, not just over me, but over everyone around him. It felt good to have him close, to have him inside of me. To have him take me like this in his bed. It felt like a transfer of that power, made me feel like I was someone else. 

"lavandy... ya by umer za tebya" he whispers and I don't ask him what it means , because I'm not sure I want to know. 

I bring my hands to his face and pull his mouth to mine, and as he thrusts, and I work my body with his, we breathe over each other lips, our eyes locked. Panting and moving in sync and I've never felt this before. I've never felt whatever connection this is, something on a deeper level than I can't tell you anything I've ever had , and i'm not sure if I'm even sane. Feeling whatever this is for some man I don't know. 

"ya budu derzhat' tebya v bezopasnosti" he says softly on my lips as he kisses me, and floods my body with fear and uncertainty, floods me with passion and want, desire and need, greed and lust. My fingers slip into his hair as our kiss deepens and his cock is completing me, making me full and bringing me deeper into whatever  dangerous dream world he's dragged me into. 

"ty angel smerti..ty menya ub'yesh'.." he groans. 

"YA umru, prezhde chem otkazhus' ot tebya" he says as he thrusts and then kisses me again. 

"Ty zastavlyayesh' menya sozhalet' ob etoy zhizni" he says. 

"Maksim , I...I don't know what you're saying" I pant.

"chto ty delayesh' so mnoy?" he groans. 

"Lavender" he says my name, his name for me. 

"Maksim" I breathe as our bodies move faster and I moan as I brush my mouth against his, my tongue pushing into his mouth and claiming him.

"Mine" I say to him between our wild kisses and thrusts against one another. 

"mine" I repeat.