Page 57 of Mistaken
“Enough,” I’m whining but I don’t care, “please Maksim, enough. I can’t take anymore.”
This seems to galvanize him into transforming into some kind of terrifying Slavic Incubus because he rises to his knees, sliding my ass up on his thighs and running his thumbs along the marks he’s made on me. Maksim is radiating a wild sexual energy that makes me feel like my skin is on fire. In the deepest, most wildly arousing tone he’s ever used with me, he says, “I’ll tell you when you’ve had enough.”
His eyes move to my hands, which have the pillow in a death grip. He cups me with one hand, not moving, just letting me feel the heat of his palm on my slick center. His hand is huge and it covers me completely, just holding me there. It is so unreasonably erotic that I almost come again, shivering with excitement.
Maybe he misinterprets it because Maksim frowns, his fingers on me flexing just slightly, his palm pressed firmly against me still. “Are you certain you're well enough,?????????We can wait.”
“Don’t you dare,” I wheeze, “don’t you dare stop right now.”
His frown clears and his unfairly beautiful face is lit up with an unholy arousal. “I won’t, I assure you.” The heel of his heated palm is rotating very slowly on my clitoris, sort of pressing it down and making me want to arch up against him. His muscular thighs spread, and it pushes mine wider, too. It takes Maksim’s impressive strength to pull me up against his chest.
“Put your hands on my shoulders.”
I’ve got them on him in a second, stroking his skin, tracing his biceps and the veins on his forearms, marveling at just how beautifully sculpted this man is. I feel the tip of his cock stroking up and down, gently nudging my sensitive, overstimulated nerves and sliding down to circle the entrance to my channel. My eyes are drooping until he slaps my center sharply with his cock.
“Aaaah!”
The debauched fiend grins. “I want you to watch me push up inside you. The feel of you pulling me in… there’s nothing like it.”
So, I do. The sight of Maksim, his spread knees pushing my legs apart, his taut stomach flexing as he slides into me slowly… It's too much and not enough at the same time.Oh, wow, it has been a while,I think, flinching a little at the stinging spread of my walls, but I suspect it’s always going to be like that when Maksim first enters me. His cock makes it feel like there’s no room for anything inside me but him and the heat surrounding me with his body on mine. Strange, for a man so cold and from such a frigid climate to be a human furnace.
My supremely smug spouse leans back on his heels, enjoying the sight of being buried inside me.“Blyad'!”Maksim groaned, “You’re gripping my cock, I can feel you squeeze me from the tip all the way down to the base. You’re silk inside,????????, you’re gripping me like warm, wet silk wrapped around me.” He looks up at me, blue eyes flashing. “I’m going to fuck you until being empty, without me inside you will feel uncomfortable, you’ll always want my cock back inside you.”
I want to laugh harshly and tell him that he can’t. That he’s not filling the empty spaces inside me. I want to. But I can’t, because everything he’s saying is wildly arousing, and my skin feels hot and tight and when he slides his hand up my heaving abdomen, between my breasts, and settles lightly on my throat, I reach up and press his hand down harder. It shocks me, but he doesn’t wait for me to gather my senses, tightening his fingers just a bit, pulling out of me and taking a long, lewd slide back inside me with a thrust of his hips.
Maksim’s other hand lands on my back, pulling me up to rub my excruciatingly sensitive nipples against his chest hair, then moving my hips side to side, just keeping himself buried inside me. He has the audacity to lick his thumb and bring it down, spreading my lips to rub it against my clitoris in the same easy motion he’s using to fuck me.
“I would imagine,” he murmurs, “that I could make you come like this, hmm? Just holding deep up inside you, feeling you squeeze around me.”
“Uh…” yeah, such an articulate response, but nothing is shaping into an actual sentence, because he may be outrageously conceited, but he is correct. He’s throbbing inside me, and I’m stretched so wide that I can feel every minute movement his cock makes inside me. The memory of his offer to insert pearls into his dick makes me shudder and grip his shoulders tighter. There was no more room. No more room for anything and certainly not for those. His lips take mine, and he squeezes my throat just a bit more. Not enough to scare me or to hurt, just a strange, pleasant buzz that’s amplified by the feel of him taking over my insides. His skin is sweaty, rubbing wet trails against my nipples and I’m moaning, I have no idea when I started getting so noisy but he’s enjoying it, arching his pelvis against mine to get every bit of him buried inside me.
“Are you close? I think you are…” his breath is hot as he whispers against my mouth, my lips feeling the words as he speaks them. Maksim slides his hand behind my neck and arches me back against the mattress, my spine at an impossible angle and my shoulders just touching the pillows as he angles a bit higher and then I am done. His cock is pushing and stroking against so many sensitive places inside me and he’s looming over me, skin golden in the firelight and there has surely never been anyone more beautiful. Or bigger. And I’m coming, my hands flailing to hold onto his arms and Maksim gives a deep growl and comes with me, both of us pushing against the other to hold that perfect position that makes me come again as I feel him flood me with more warmth.
He’s wrong to call me Little Sun. Maksim is the sun; he’s fire and heat and everything else falls to shade when he’s blazing this brightly.
“????????… wake up, it’s Christmas Eve…” Maksim is leaning over me, dressed in a crisp, charcoal grey suit, a cream-colored dress shirt, and a green paisley tie. He looks scrumptious. I am flailing like a turtle flipped over on its back, hair snarled and with a mouth so dry that I can barely talk.
“I might need to call in sick, I think you broke me with your cock.”
His laugh, of course, is loud and hearty and I want to smother him with one of his high-quality goose-down pillows.
Maksim…
My sisters were horrified to hear about Ella and Yana’s near-drowning and even my mother held off from suggesting I wake my wife until it was nearly time for Christmas Eve mass.
“Perhaps she’d like to give thanks to the Lord for her rescue,” she says, but Ekaterina snorts inelegantly.
“Mama, Maksim saved Ella, not the Lord.”
Putting up my hand to stop any argument, I say, “Ella saved Yana, nearly at the cost of her own life. I’ll go wake her; we should be ready to leave soon.”
Passing Yuri in the hallway, I pull him aside. “Did you find the man who helped us with the rope, and the hot coals?”
He nodded, “He sells hot chocolate and sausages on the bank of the Neva. He told me he always keeps a rope in his stand for occasions like these.”
“Buy him a house and deposit 64,875,000 rubles in a bank account for him and his family.”
Yuri nods and smiles, “I had a feeling you’d want to do this; I already contacted the bank.”
