SASHA’S POV
He was about to say something else when I took his lips into mine, driven by desperation and desire.
He gasped, surprise and pleasure flashing across his face, and tried not to kiss back, but I kept caressing his body, the same body that had been tempting me relentlessly.
I just couldn’t take it anymore; my longing and craving had reached a boiling point.
I really couldn’t help it anymore; my passion and need had consumed me.
I finally pulled away after a while, and somehow I couldn’t help but feel shy and vulnerable, quickly turning around in shame, not wanting to meet his gaze.
But he pulled me back, his eyes burning with desire, and took my lips into his again, his kiss igniting a fire within me.
Soon he started pulling my dress over my head as he held onto me closely, his caresses sending shivers down my spine.
“Ahhhhh,” a loud moan escaped my lips, and immediately I regretted it, feeling embarrassed and exposed.
But I brushed it off, determined to enjoy the moment, to surrender to my desires.
He soon moved me closer to the bed, and just as we were at the edge, he swept me into his arms, cradling me like a treasure.
I could feel his gentle touch, which sent a shiver down my spine, and his warmth enveloping me.
He laid me on the bed, drawing me into a kiss as he settled himself into position.
When he was ready, he separated from the kiss, gazing at me with eyes shiny with passion and lust.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.
I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation.
He reached out, and let the towel around his waist drop, revealing his hard cock, proudly erect.
I swallowed hard as I stared at it, mesmerized.
The sight alone made me wetter, my body aching with need.
I couldn’t wait for him to fill me, to claim me.
He soon led his member to my core, our eyes locked in a passionate gaze.
We looked into each other’s eyes as inch by inch, he slipped into my warmth, our bodies becoming one.
I let out a loud moan as he fully entered, crossing my legs at his back to push him closer to me, overwhelmed by pleasure.
He was larger than expected, and I felt a thrill of surprise and delight.
I had sex before, but with him, it was different; I couldn’t help but wonder what made this experience so uniquely special, curiosity and awe mingling.
His hand crept up to my cheek, tucking a strand of wet hair from my sweaty face to the back of my ear, his touch tender and intimate.
He looked at me with happiness, his eyes shining with adoration.
Seeing my expression was enough to make him lose control, but he wouldn’t; he was determined to make this good for both of us, consideration and restraint warring with desire.
He moved his hips back slowly, watching as my mouth shaped into a small “O” as he slipped out of me inch by inch, teasing and tantalizing.
Just when all that was left was the tip, he slowly rolled his hips forward, thrusting into me again, our bodies syncing in perfect rhythm.
Our breaths matched, and I gripped his back tightly, my claws scratching his back at every thrust, passion and urgency taking over.
His eyes rolled back at the feeling of pain mixed with pleasure, ecstasy written across his face.
It was divine, transcendent, and all-consuming.
As we looked at each other, it felt like we were the only two people existing, lost in our own world of desire.
His pace sped up, the sound of our meeting more obvious, our passion building.
“Sebastian, I’m gonna… I’m gonna,” I moaned, my voice trembling with anticipation.
“It’s okay,” he said, kissing my cheek lightly, his voice reassuring.
“Come for me,” he whispered, his words sending me over the edge.
At his words, my eyes rolled back, my insides squeezing his warmth as I came, waves of pleasure crashing over me.
My claws lengthened, and I gripped his back tightly, passion and pleasure overwhelming me.
I fell into sweet oblivion, lost in the intensity of our connection.
I could feel my body twitching after, the aftershocks of the orgasm coming wave after wave, ecstasy lingering.
I was surprised at myself, astonishment and wonder mingling.
I had never orgasmed so fast before, much less at command.
Then again, everything about this felt different, unique and special.
Was this how it was with a deadly Mafia lord? I wondered, curiosity and awe sparking.
This intensity, the feeling of connection throughout, was dazzling and utterly baffling for me.
As I panted, the waves of orgasm lowered into a slight tingle, satisfaction and contentment washing over me.
Feeling him inside me, I realized that he was still hard, desire and longing still burning.
He was waiting for me, I realized, touched by his consideration.
Knowing that despite being this intense, he still fought his needs to wait for me made me feel warm inside, gratitude and affection blossoming.
I didn’t understand what I was feeling though, confusion and uncertainty mingling.
He looked at me, adoration and reverence shining in his eyes.
He simply adored seeing the look on my face as I came, pride and satisfaction etched on his features.
The feeling of me squeezing around his member almost brought him to completion, his desire and control hanging by a thread.
It was through using all his willpower that he was able to pull through, restraint and discipline warring with passion.
Not separating us, he hoisted me up as he moved me till he was sitting up on the bed, and I was on top of him.
His knees raised to support me from behind, cradling me with care.
In this position, I was at a higher angle than him, and underneath the glow of the moon, I felt like a goddess, empowered and radiant.
He took the time to adore me as I sat over him, his eyes filled with reverence and awe.
I knew what I had to do, and without any hesitation, I rolled my hips forward, relishing in the pleasure and the groan he gave as his head fell back, triumph and excitement coursing through me.
I wanted him to make those sounds again, so I did it again and again, craving his desire and pleasure.
As I rode him, his arm wrapped around me, pulling me close, possessiveness and passion igniting.
He couldn’t help but admire my breasts, which moved with every movement, fascination and lust shining.
He raised himself up and put his mouth on one of my breasts, his free arm reaching for the other, hunger and desire driving.
He licked the bead of sweat that flowed down my chest, before putting his mouth on the nipple, sucking lightly, sending shivers.
He picked and plucked at the other one with his hands, teasing and tantalizing.
I gripped his hair, pulling him close, yet tugging slightly, sparks of pleasure electrifying.
I was overwhelmed with the double stimulation, lost in ecstasy.
It was a wonder how I was able to keep riding him throughout, exhilaration and thrill fueling.
Suddenly, an idea came to my mind, mischief and curiosity sparking.
I pushed away his hands and mouth, much to his confusion, surprise and intrigue etched.
Seeing the confusion on his face, I grinned at him, playful and seductive.
Before making my move, I put my hands on his knees, leaning back until I was riding him from an angle, closing my eyes as the new position hit a pleasurable thrust.
He pushed himself sideways, me following him until I lay on the bed and he was on top of me again, desire and urgency driving.
He pulled one of my legs up to his shoulder before moving again, his touch sending shivers.
I hissed out in pleasure, ecstasy coursing.
He could no longer hold back as he sped up, passion overwhelming, making me shut my eyes, lost in sensation.
I was so close to coming again, anticipation building.
He took my other leg, lifting it to his shoulder and pushing forward, his intensity thrilling.
I was practically bent in half as he pounded me fervently, overwhelmed by pleasure.
At the change in position, I was pushed over the edge, fluttering around him, surrendering to release.
He didn’t stop this time, and as I was still recovering from the orgasm, he continued thrusting furiously, insatiable hunger.
It felt like I was receiving constant, never-ending pleasure through the overstimulation, blissful surrender.
Following my orgasm, as I felt helpless to do anything, remained limp against him, bouncing along to his movements, languid and spent.
He was close, and he could feel that I was too, judging by the fluttering of my warmth around him, mutual desire.
He pulled me into a kiss as his pace went faster, speeding up at an unnatural pace, all-consuming passion.
“Yes… yes Sebastian,” I spoke in broken words, my tone now incoherent, lost in ecstasy.
“Sasha,” he moaned, his voice filled with longing.
Unable to take anymore, he came, spilling his semen into me, release and satisfaction.
This triggered my orgasm, which made me contract against him pleasurably, waves of pleasure crashing.
We came together, both our bodies convulsing as both our moans filled the air, my back arched wildly, abandon and joy.
Both our moans filled the air at our tumultuous orgasm, shared ecstasy.
He removed both my legs from his shoulders, dropping them to the bed before falling to the space right beside me.
Both of us breathing heavily, spent and content.