Yesterday, 11:58 PM
The sex was hat and icy and painful and filled with passion Sasha wasn't sure he'd ever had with other women. It was glorious and torturous and Oriena was amazing. He forgot about the past pain and torment. It was nothing but a passing memory. It was all about the woman in front of him now -- pressing him into the wall, the cold tile against his skin and the warm water running down his body.
He was at her mercy and he went where she said, pressed when he thought she might like it, but it wasn't truly in his nature to push too far, too often. He didn't want her to be angry at him. He didn't want it to end or stop. She'd saved him, and this wasn't payment or even an offering. He wondered what it all was.
And when he finally gave up trying to hold back he groaned loudly biting back words in Russian. "Holy mother of..."
He was at her mercy and he went where she said, pressed when he thought she might like it, but it wasn't truly in his nature to push too far, too often. He didn't want her to be angry at him. He didn't want it to end or stop. She'd saved him, and this wasn't payment or even an offering. He wondered what it all was.
And when he finally gave up trying to hold back he groaned loudly biting back words in Russian. "Holy mother of..."