Page 99 of Ruthless Sin
“You stopped me before,” I say. “Not stopping me now.”
I wrap my hand around him. Stroke once. Slow.
His hips buck off the bed.
“Fuck.”
I stroke him again.
“Ostanovis’. Ostanovis’ ili ya konchu pryamo seychas.”
Stop. Stop or I’m going to come right now.
I stop.
But I don’t let go.
“I’m on birth control,” I say. The words come out steady. I didn’t know I had that voice in me tonight. “Gia tested me when I came here. I’m clean.”
His chest stops moving.
“I’m clean too. Tested months ago. No one since.”
Months. I believe him.
“I’ve never done this without a condom,” he says quietly. His thumb moves against my hip. Once. “But if you’re saying I can have you like this.”
His voice goes rough.
“No barriers. Not because we’re careless.”
His jaw works.
“Because you came to me.”
“Ya tozhe,”I say.
Me too.
I lift up on my knees. Slide forward over his hips. Position myself over him.
“Posmotri na menya,”I say. Look at me.
He does. I lower myself onto him, slow.
I’m wet enough that he slides in. But he’s bigger than I expected and my body has to adjust.
I lower an inch.
Stop.
Breathe.
The stretch is real. Not painful. Just. Full.
He stops breathing.
His teeth go into his bottom lip. His hands on my hips don’t move but his knuckles on the sheet go white.
