Only You

Chapter 42

Elora

I might've blacked out for a second with my third orgasm but when I wake up again, Alexey is still fucking me from behind. My legs are shaking. My core is fluttering. Sweat is slicking my back, neck, and forehead- who am I kidding, I'm sweating all over.

Marveling at the strength and stamina of Alexey and attempting to participate at least a little, I start pushing back against his thrusts. When my date groans in response, more energy fills me. I love pleasing him.

"What number are we at, Elora?" he asks, and I realize I love the harsh way he's saying my name as well.

It takes me three tries to find my voice. Finally, a burning sting on my left ass cheek pulls the word from me. "Three," I tell him. It's only been three, dear god. I'm already questioning how much more I can take and I'm pretty sure we've reached three before. They've never been this intense though.

"Three more, yes? You can take it," he tells me. His rhythm falters for a second when he bottoms out and leans over me to press a kiss to my shoulder blade. "Tell me you can take it."

"I can take it. I want it," I assure him.

There's a breathy chuckle on his part. He pulls away, only leaving his tip inside of me and before I can question it, he slams into me again. I release a pitiful moan, too tired to scream anymore. "Of course, you do. Fucking slut." My toes curl.

I know they shouldn't. That somehow only manages to make me burn impossibly hotter. As much as I love it when he tells me how precious I am, this side of him makes me tingle in a whole new way.

I lose all track of time as Alexey uses my body just like he told me he would, but when one of his hands curls around my front to rub my clit and I can feel another orgasm building at my spine, I pray that Alexey is there with me. I think I might mutter something like that because my date speaks to me once again.

"I'm so fucking close, it hurts. Give me one more, Elora. Milk me dry, my little whore." I bite my lip. All my muscles are burning and trembling to the point where I'm sure to collapse as soon as Alexey lets go of me. Still, those words combined with the pinch he delivers to my clit at that moment unravel me once more and I come, shaking and moaning.

The feelings only intensify when Alexey groans behind me, pushing all the way inside before grinding his hips sloppily against my ass. I push back mindlessly, writhing in his hands until he releases my bruised hips and I fall limp onto the comforter.

His body joins mine a second later and he somehow manages to turn me around so we're face to face. He stares at me for a second while my eyes fight the urge to just close. "You're so damn beautiful, it hurts," he whispers, wiping a strand of hair from my sweat-drenched face. While I am sure I look anything but beautiful like that, I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

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A twenty-minute nap later, Alexey is back inside of me. He woke me by trailing kisses all along the side of my neck, shoulder, and face. For minutes, we kissed innocently but those kisses soon turned needy once more. Eventually, my date rolled me onto my back and slid inside of me. Slowly this time.

"Tell me what number we're at, Sweetheart," he demands softly, kissing my jaw. My eyes flutter close at the tender way he's holding me.

"Four."

"That's right. One more and it's a personal record," he tells me, kissing my lips next while keeping up his slow pace of thrusting into me. I sigh against him, pulling him closer so his body fully blankets mine.

This time, we come together as my orgasm rolls over me in more subtle, even waves. Something about the way Alexey holds my gaze as he whispers my name like it's a prayer has my heart beating out of my chest and I'm forced to break the intensity of his stare by shutting my eyes firmly.

If I thought my date was finally done with me at that point, I was sorely mistaken. I doze off for a second only to wake up with his head between my legs, smiling up at me sheepishly. "Just one more taste, Honey, okay?"

Despite feeling wrung out, I find myself nodding. He is gentle with me, knowing how sensitive I am by now. He drags one slow orgasm out of me before curling up at my side and telling me to sleep. I fall into oblivion holding him tightly as part of me wishes it would convince him to just stay until the morning.

I know he won't, though, and it's best that way.

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I believe that makes 6 in total. Who got it right?

Have a great day<3