Page 11 of Ghostly Desires

Nikolay kisses me hard as he slides into me, inch by inch. I tilt my hips, trying to take more of him deeper. He reaches down, grabbing my hip, holding me still.

“If you keep moving like that, this thing will not last long,” he whispers into my mouth.

“Move,” I snap. “I need you to move.”

He goes up on his knees, looking down at me as if I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen. Reaching out, I run my hands up his chest, using my fingers to map the ridges and scars that lay under the tattoos. Nikolay drops his head back as he slowly pulls out of me, almost completely pausing for just a second before bringing his head back up, locking his gaze on mine.

“So, fucking beautiful laid out for me,” Nikolay says as he thrusts his cock into me to the hilt at a slow and maddening pace.

The coiling tension is so close to bursting, but just out of reach. I run my hands back down his body, finding my needy clit and playing with it in the same rhythm as his thrusts, but it’s just not enough.

“More,” I moan through clenched teeth.

Nikolay leans over me. “More what? Tell me exactly what you want from me.”

Searching my muddled brain, I pull the first word that I can latch onto. “Harder.”

“Oh, does moya golovolomka need to be fucked harder?” he asks, coming down over me, peppering kisses along my collar bone and neck.

Growling, I dig my nails into his back, arching my hips so he hits that perfect spot. “Nikolay, for the love of all that is holy, please fuck me like this is the one and only time you’ll get to fuck me.”

Without a word, he pulls back, looking down at me with a hunger I’ve never seen. Nikolay grips my hips, setting a relentless pace. Hitting all the perfect places over and over again, driving me closer and closer to release. His grip is so tight I know I will have bruises, and the idea of carrying a reminder of him owning me like this causes the coil to burst, tossing me off the edge and into the abyss. I couldn’t tell you what happened after that because the next thing that I’m able to process is the fact that my head is now lying on his chest as he runs his fingers slowly up and down my spine.

“There you are,” Nikolay mutters, his words laced with humor. “I was starting to get a little concerned.”

I bury my face in his chest as the blush I feel starting at my toes climbs up my body, then mumble, “And why would you have cause to be concerned?”

“Hmm, I wonder. My woman comes so hard on my cock that she loses control and, in the process, seems to black out. You’ve been out of it for about five minutes,” he tells me.

My head snaps up, and I twist so I can see him. “Five minutes? That has never happened before. Is there something wrong with me?”

Nikolay studies my face before speaking. “You truly are, moya golovolomka. Forgive me, but you weren’t a virgin, so are you telling me that whoever it was—and I promise if you even hint at who it was, I will put him down for a permanent nap—never took care of you?”

My blush deepens at his words because how do I tell this man that I’ve only ever had sex twice before today? I drop my chin to my chest to hide my embarrassment.

Nikolay uses his knuckle to lift my chin and promptly cements himself in my heart. “Never be embarrassed to tell me anything. I want to know everything, and will spend the rest of my life making sure that nothing will ever cause that look in your eyes ever again.”

A single tear slides down the side of my face, and he catches it with his thumb, wiping it away. Right now, I have no words for the way I’m feeling, so I do the only thing I know to do right now and show him with my body. I roll so I’m straddling his waist, leaning in to kiss him passionately. Instantly, Nikolay kisses me back with just as much passion, running his hands up my bare thighs to my ass. I expect him to take control and dominate the kiss, but to my surprise he lets me lead. It’s not long before I’m once again soaking and begging for him. Nikolay rolls so he is over me, kissing his way down my body, making his way to my wet core. He smirks at me just before he leans forward, licking me before sucking my clit into his mouth, making me practically leap off the bed.

He doesn’t stop or relent. He just throws his arms across my waist, pinning me to the bed until I’m coming all over his face, not once but twice. When he pulls back, the look of satisfaction on his face warms that shattered part of my soul. I sit up, wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing him as I pull him down on top of me. We spend the rest of the day exploring every inch of each other, only coming up for water and food. It’s not until his phone rings three times consecutively that we untangle from each other.

Seven

Nikolay

The third time my phone rings, I know something has fucking gone south. I kiss LeeAnn on top of the head before rolling away from her. Standing, I search for my phone, given that I have no idea where it went since she dropped it on the bed earlier in the day. No sooner does it stop ringing than the damn thing starts up again. LeeAnn slides off the bed, padding naked to the bathroom. The frustration from not being able to find my phone only adds to the frustration of not being able to join her.

Finally, I find my phone, seeing several missed calls from Machislav, though the most concerning is the last missed call from Machislav’s uncle. Cursing, I stand walking across my bedroom to the door and head for my office. If Uncle is calling, then something has been fucked up so bad the homeland is getting involved. Once in the office, I close the door before going to the stash of my clothes I keep in there, pulling on a pair of athletic shorts and then taking a seat at my desk. I place my phone on it and reach over, pulling a burner from the bottom drawer.

I turn it on and dial the number of the last missed call.

“Dolgo zhe ty shol, (Took you long enough),” Uncle grumbles.

“Yes, well, when the choice is talking to one's uncle or fucking a beautiful woman … Sorry, Uncle, you lose,” I reply, matching his Russian.

“Understandable,” Uncle replies, his Russian smooth from still living in the homeland. “We have an issue and I’m trying to figure out if it was created by you or my son.”

My need to protect flares to new heights. I grip the phone in my hand tighter to keep from talking when I need to be listening.