Zenovia
I had just opened the door when someone rapped it one evening, and I gasped when I saw Maksimillian. He did not even had a luggage with him. Anyway, he still had his clothes and underwear in my closet, as well as his toothbrush and whatnots in my washroom.
He stepped inside unceremoniously and took me into his warm and tight embrace, kissing me full on the lips. He kicked the door close and locked it, without letting me go, and I put my arms around his neck.
“Hi,” we both greeted each other simultaneously after the passionate kiss, with a smile, looking into each other’s eyes. His scent and warmth was more than welcome to my senses, which made all the little fairies in my stomach flutter.
“I didn’t know you’re coming tonight,” I added. It was a nice surprise, because he did not tell me he was coming back. However, I was afraid to tell him about the news of my pregnancy now that he was here, a week after I learned about it.
He grinned at me. “I know. Your gift is late, though. I planned to have it here before I arrived. I’m supposed to come here tomorrow afternoon, but I can’t wait any longer. I’m forgiven though, aren’t I?”
I laughed at him. “Hmm. A gift? Again?”
He nodded.
I shook my head. “I told a million times I don’t need gifts, Maks.”
“And it’s the only way I can show you you’re so special to me, even without my presence.”
I was speechless.
He shrugged and kissed me. “Besides, I’m still courting you, aren’t I?”
I giggled at that. “Really? I thought we’re past that.”
His eyes twinkled. “You mean… we’re a thing now?”
“Didn’t you know we were, since we started this whole thing?” I returned coyly, batting my lashes as I lowered my eyes, trying to hide a naughty smile.
Doamne! He smelled so good that I wanted to sniff his naked skin. Before I even thought what to do next, my hands were already working to shed all his clothes off.
“Now I know. You’ve missed me that much, huh?” he mocked, pulling off my cottony night shirt. His eyes zeroed in on my naked breasts, as though it was the first time he saw them. His hot mouth rapidly captured one peak while he pushed my panties down.
I stepped out of them and threw my head back, as he sucked my pebbled tip hard. A sexy groan escaped from my throat.
“Where’s your lube, moye solntse?” he asked in a ragged whisper. “In the room?”
In spite of my wetness, as I was excited, he did not want to take it for granted. I barely nodded to him, and he carried me there. He laid me down on the bed, near the edge. Then, he took the lube from the nightstand and knelt in front of me. He stared at my flushed face as he entered his fingers with lube into me.
I moaned, and my hips bucked. I reached for his hair, grabbing a handful. He withdrew his fingers and anchored himself on the bed with one knee while holding my parted legs. He sank into me with a steady push, all the while looking down into my eyes.
He grunted and called out my name when he was buried deep into me. Without wasting his time, he moved in and out of my body, eyes still holding mine.
My hands were already fisting the sheets. It was so good to feel him inside me, again. It was marvelous to feel him drive in and out, massaging and caressing my feminine walls and filling me wholly.
“I’ve got something to tell you after this, Maks,” I spoke, groaning as he hit the pleasurable spot.
“What is it, moye solntse?” he asked, smiling at me.
I smiled back and moaned again. “Ohh… Doamne! Yes!”
“I suppose it’s really after this, huh?” He plunged in hard and deep, making me mewl again.
“Yes, later! Ahh! Maks!” I almost shrieked. He did not stop pumping me. It was so splendid that I could barely breathe and was ready to burst any second now.
He paused, which stopped me from exploding around his manhood. We were both gasping for air when he pulled away from my body to flip me, so I lay on my stomach. He then positioned on top of me, for a modified doggy style. His lips touched my shoulder while he gathered me with his one arm. He spread my legs apart, so that he was positioned between my thighs, and he entered from behind.
Simultaneous groans made their way out of our throats when our bodies became one again, and he was way deeper than usual. I closed my eyes, basking in this beautiful new experience with him. It was more intimate than ever.
He began to move in and out, asking me if it did not hurt me at all.
“Just make love to me, Maks!” I answered him.
I heard his low curse, and he kissed me hard, as I turned my face for his kiss. I moved my lips against his while he sank deep into me, burying to the hilt. I could feel his balls against my inner thighs, pressing against them. The sound of our union filled the room; so did our heavy breaths, grunts and moans.
He continued to slide in and out of my body, increasing the pressure and speed, with varying depths. I tried to meet his every thrust, moving underneath him.
“Ohh…” I moaned again. “Te iubesc (I love you), Maks!” It just came out of my mouth. Perhaps my hidden feelings were bared, as I missed him and loved him so much!
He paused for a moment, and I felt his smile on my skin when he kissed me. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it from you. I’ve always wanted to tell you first that I love you, Zenovia! Why did you have to beat me to it?” So, he did understand what I just said.
“Because you’re a slow poke?” I laughed at him, and it was cut off with a groan when he moved his hips in circles to bury deeper into me.
“A slow poke, huh?” He thrust faster and deeper.
“Ohh… Maks, I just love you so much!” I expressed once more, moaning again and again.
“Ya tozhe tyebya lyublyu, moye solntse (I love you, too, my sunshine)!” he replied breathlessly. He rammed my body with his hot rod. It was perfect and heavenly.
I could not hold it any longer. I buried my face on the mattress and screamed my sweet release. My body spasmed in the aftermath, but Maksimillian continued to pound me until he, too, groaned when he climaxed. He ejected his load deep into me, making me feel warm and loved more than ever.
I smiled to myself, feeling blissful. I thought this was the greatest union we had, as we expressed our real feelings for each other.
But then, I froze when he asked, “What is it that you want to talk with me, moye solntse?”