“There you are. Keep looking at me. Don’t take your eyes off me,” he continued in the same deep voice.
Artemy raised a hand and removed my hair from my bun, letting it fall over my back and shoulders. He stroked my hair gently, soothing me with a soft smile. “Easy and slow. We’re taking it slow.”
Letting my hair go, he grasped my hips again and helped me with the movement. Slowly lifting me up, I began a slow descent again, my whole body trembling with the sensation.
Only Artemy. He surrounded me. He overwhelmed my senses until he was the only one I could sense, see, feel, or hear. He was everything.
As I sheathed his cock inside me, going as deep as I could, I continued to stare down at him. His breathing was ragged, almost painful. Sweat formed over his forehead, same as me.
“Artemy,” I breathed. His fingers dug in my skin, giving me confidence to continue moving again. I gave a tentative twist, and he groaned, his hips arching off the bed.
“Rebecca.”
I couldn’t help but smile. He liked it. Growing coy under his gaze, I placed my hands over his chest, levering myself up, his hardness gliding inside my wet heat. Slowly moving up and down, I watched his every reaction. When I twisted my hips over him, his hips rose to meet mine, the action pushing him further inside me.
I moaned louder, and he swore. “Fuck.”
Artemy slowly took control, thrusting his hips upward, slow and deep each time. “Rebecca, I’m going to switch us around,” he said, his voice hoarse.
When I nodded, he quickly rolled us over until I was on my back and he was positioned between my legs over me.
When I let go a gasp, he placed a kiss on my lips. “Keep your eyes on me. It’s only me. No one else but me.”
I nodded, keeping our eyes connected as he thrust inside of me again. His groan vibrated from his chest, and I soaked it all up.
My hands frantically flew to his shoulders, holding on as my body trembled with the ferocity of the sensation coursing through my body.
Artemy paused, our gazes held. “Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Hold on to me, Rebecca. Don’t let me go.”
Nodding again, I twined my hands behind his head. As he withdrew, my fingers curled around his neck. “Oh…Artemy.”
And then he pushed again, stretching me with his fullness. I felt my pussy stretch to accommodate him, the pressure inside of me building faster than before.
He pulled back slightly and pushed back in. Instinctively, I tilted my hips up, and he thrust hard inside. I let out a gasp, followed by an unashamed loud moan, and my nails bit into his back.
Artemy started to move, finding a rhythm as our eyes stayed glued on each other. In and out. Slowly at first and then a little faster. Harder. Deeper. My body swelled and quivered. There was no space between us. Our bodies moved fluidly as if they knew each other for years.
No words were spoken. Only our bodies spoke, moving with each other’s in ease. Our harsh breathing filled the room, and our eyes stayed on each other through it all.
Leaning his forehead on mine, he grasped my thighs and pushed them upward until I was opened to him.
“I got you,” he muttered.
I was balancing over the edge, ready to fall, and I begged Artemy silently. My body was strung tight, my muscles corded together. I needed relief. I needed him.
I knew he was close when his thrust became faster. Artemy reached underneath me and cupped my back, tilting me upward as he plunged forward again.
As soon as he rested deep inside me, my orgasm exploded with such ferocity. My vision blurred as my body went limp under Artemy. My body wasn’t my own anymore. It was broken into tiny pieces. I was floating, a limp mess.
He thrust into me one final time. Deeper and harder. And I heard him groan loud and deep, his face twisted almost painfully as he twitched above me with his orgasm. His hips jerked against mine. He quivered with his release as we came together.
In that moment, I was his. Only his.
Our eyes were connected, but our souls came together too, bonding, holding tight, refusing to ever let go.
Artemy let go and laid on top of my shaking body, heaving desperately for breath as I did the same. I couldn’t process what just happened. My mind was fuzzy, my heart full as I wrapped my arms around Artemy’s shoulders.
Was this how it felt? To be with someone…like this?
Tears blinded my vision as I quickly blinked them away. Artemy buried his face in my neck, and he placed a kiss there.
Finally lifting his head, he looked at me with soft blue eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Mhm…”
“Sure?”
“Mhm.”
He let out a small laugh. “Is that all you can say?”
“Mhm.”
I really couldn’t say anything else. My body was sore and languid. I could barely keep my eyes open.
“Have I worn you out, kitten?” he whispered before taking my lips in a sweet kiss.
“Mhm.”
Pulling back, he chuckled at my lack of words. He gave me a quick peck on the nose before rolling off me.
I closed my eyes, my body still spread over the bed, too tired to move. I heard the water run in the washroom, and then a few minutes later, I felt something warm between my legs.
My eyes opened to see Artemy cleaning me with a warm towel. “I got you,” he whispered the same words again.
He went back to the bathroom to dispose of the towel before walking out in all his nakedness again. Artemy joined me on the bed and pulled the cover over us. Lying on his back, he pulled me into him until I was half on top of him. My head rested on his chest, my arms thrown over his waist, and my legs tangled with his.
I sighed and snuggled tighter into his warm and safe embrace.
Artemy placed a kiss on my forehead, his arms tightening around my back in a protective manner. “Sleep, Rebecca.”
With the sound of his beating heart to my ear, I let sleep take over, letting my mind and body go.
But before I fell asleep, a thought registered into my mind. I smiled sleepily, my heart dancing with happiness.
Artemy didn’t fuck me.
He made love to me.