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OLEKSI

Once we’re finished eating, I call Ivan to come and take the plates.

Sabrina stretches and yawns in the chair. “I think I’ll go see if that bath is still hot.”

The thought of Sabrina in the bath starts a slow-burning heat coil inside me. My mind races with images of what we could do in there and my cock begins to press uncomfortably against my pants.

From where she’s seated, she looks straight at the bulge starting from my crotch and looks up at me with a slow smile.

“I think someone else wants to have a bath too,” she says suggestively. “I think you should join me.” She stands and moves close. Our bodies are almost touching as she reaches out a hand and runs it over the evidence of my desire.

“Well, I have just come from a covert operation to extract my woman from a psycho.” My voice dips low, and I step closer, sliding my hands along her jaw. I tilt her head back and lean down to capture her lips with mine.

The heat intensifies as our bodies collide, and she wraps her arms around my waist. Drawing away as the heat starts to burn through us, I swoop her into my arms and carry her into the bathroom, kicking the door closed behind us.

Once inside, I sit her on the bathroom counter while I test the bath water. Because I hadn’t put any cold water in it before, it’s still quite hot and ready for us.

I turn and catch Sabrina watching me. Her eyes are dark and blazing with heat. There is a tremor in my hand as I roll up my sleeves. Droplets of water glisten on my skin. I’m burning for her. Never before have I burned so badly for anyone.

“Take off your shirt and bra,” I order. Sabrina blinks at the command, and her breath catches. “I want to see your nipples harden as the cold air kisses them.”

Her lips part in a sultry smile, and she reaches for the hem of the oversized T-shirt, pulling it over her head. She tosses it in the corner. I can feel the pulse of my anticipation. My body is taut with it.

Her movements are slow and deliberate, and my heart pumps like a piston in my chest. She is wearing a white sports bra, which follows the path of the T-shirt, freeing her small, pert, firm breasts. Her nipples harden as the cool air skates over them.

Her eyes flick back to mine.

“Beautiful,” I murmur, forcing myself not to step up to them as my hands itch to cup the firm mounds in my hand while my tongue and lips suck and lick the hard soft pink buds squeezed tight from the cold and desire. “Now the pants and panties.”

A faint flush colors her chest as she unhooks the makeshift belt and slides it from the loops. With a gentle lift of her hips, the jeans and panties drop to the floor; the sneakers and ankle socks follow. She sits naked and exquisite on the counter, her skin a contrast of flushed pink and cool alabaster.

My eyes rake her perfect petite frame, her body toned from hours of dancing and my cock strains painfully against my jeans.

“Open your legs and show me what you want me to do to you.”

Without hesitation or breaking eye contact, Sabrina slides her hand over the flat belly and to the soft patch of blonde hair at the apex of her legs. Her fingers slide softly up and down her slit, tickling and teasing it, before two part the lips and my breath hitches as she exposes the pink glistening pearl inside that her middle finger swirls and then rubs, her body shifting as she starts to pleasure herself.

“Tell me what you’re feeling.” My voice is hoarse, my eyes lifting to meet her darkening ones.

“Heat coiling in my belly as my desire intensifies,” Sabrina whispers, her breath catching as her finger circles again. “You watching me touch myself is adding fuel to the fire, it feels so…”

She trails off for a moment, her lips parting on a moan. Then, voice barely audible, she finishes, “So exposed… and raw. Like I’m unraveling just for you.”

My cock strains, pushing painfully against my jeans, needing to be released, needing to be buried deep inside her. But I deny it. I swallow hard, my eyes fixed on the sight before me. It’s so fucking erotic as her body shifts, thighs trembling. The fingers working her clit are slick now, her need a glistening promise, and just when I think I’ve seen the most erotic thing a man could ever witness, she lifts her other hand—steady, shameless—and pushes two fingers inside herself. Her eyes flutter, her lips part, and she gasps my name as she starts to finger fuck herself.

And I fucking nearly lose it—my control hanging by a thin fraying thread.

“Don’t stop,” I growl. “Bring yourself to orgasm for me. Let me see all of it.”

Her hips lift slightly from the counter, back arching as she rides her fingers, chasing that release. Her breasts bounce with every breath, her skin flushed, her mouth wet and open. She’s close. So fucking close I can feel it in the air, the tension, the way her body coils like a spring about to snap.

But right before she explodes, I’m across the room.

My hand wraps around her wrists, and I yank them away from her core. She cries out, a sound so needy and raw it makes my breath hitch.

She’s panting, shaking, staring at me with pure, unfiltered need. And pain.

Not just from denial, but from something deeper that I can see is haunting her.

And it rips at my soul. For one second, I think I’ve gone too far—she’s not ready for this, not tonight, not after what she’s just been through. I’m about to pull back, even though it’s painful, I can’t do this to her.

As I hesitate, unsure if I should go any further tonight — she’s just experienced too much — she gazes at me with a desperate intensity. “Please, Oleksi... I need you,” she whispers, her voice heavy with desire. Everything changes in that instant.

Our lips meet in a fiery kiss, and all my restraint crumbles. Sabrina’s fingers intertwine with mine as we clumsily yank my shirt off. My pants follow, discarded in an urgent heap on the floor. Her legs encircle my waist as I lift her, maintaining our passionate lip lock. As I position myself at her entrance, she shudders in anticipation, and I slowly push inside her slick heat, reveling in the sensation of being enveloped by her.

A soft moan escapes from her throat as my lips explore her face and neck, nibbling and teasing. I pull back slightly before sinking back into her, taking my time to luxuriate in each deliberate thrust that sends waves of pleasure coursing through both of us.

Sabrina’s arms cling to my neck as her head tilts back, our bodies finding a natural rhythm together. Her breasts press against my chest, the friction from her erect nipples adding to the pleasure already building within me. As our pace quickens, transforming into a frenzy of need, her nails drag down my back while she cries out for more intensity. “Harder... I need you harder...”

I oblige, driven by her desire as much as my own, until I feel the telltale sign of impending release — the twitching of my length within her tightening core. In a ragged growl, I urge her to join me on the precipice: “Come with me, baby.” I slam into her one final time.

Her climax sends shudders through Sabrina’s entire body; she gasps out an exclamation as she clings to me, nails digging into my shoulders. My own release follows immediately after, a potent surge of pure ecstasy that leaves us both trembling in the aftermath.

Our breathing is ragged as we struggle to regain some semblance of composure. Reluctantly withdrawing from Sabrina, I scoop her up and carry her to the bathtub, where I gently lower her in before stepping in behind her and drawing her close so she can lean against my chest. As she absently toys with the still-sensitive peaks of her breasts, she presses back against my semi-erect length, which immediately begins to stir once more.

Feeling her body tense with anticipation, I slide one hand from its resting place on her waist down to the curve of her hip, and then lower, until my fingers find that incredibly responsive bundle of nerves. As I apply light pressure and begin to tease her swollen clit, Sabrina arches into me with a shuddering moan.

I pull my fingers out as I feel she’s about to come again. She whimpers at the loss. I lean forward to nip, lick, and kiss her swan-like neck. “I want you on all fours.” I whisper in her ear.

She whimpers at the loss of contact, but I don’t give her a chance to complain. “On all fours.”

Sabrina crawls forward in the water positing herself as I ask and I kneel behind, pulling her butt cheeks apart. I run my finger down over the sensitive puckered hole toward her pussy, dipping two fingers inside her. She gasps as I start to move them in and out, slipping a third inside. I pick up speed.

“Oh…” Sabrina breathes, moving her hips. “Oh… that… is so good.”

I can feel her legs starting to shake and the soft walls of her pussy begin to contract around my fingers. I pull them out, making her cry out.

“No… no..,” She turns and looks back at me, her eyes wild with wanton need.

I smile, positioning the head of my cock at her opening and thrust inside her, the movement jolting her forward as she sucks in a ragged breath. “Oh… oh..” She moans as I move my hips, drawing out of her and then driving back in. “Mm…” Her breathy little gasps spur me on, and soon I’ve picked up speed, my hand digging into her hips as I use them to move her in time to my thrusts.

I start fucking her hard and fast, my hips slamming into her ass with every stroke. The sound of skin on skin fills the room, mixed with her moans and my grunts.

I reach around and start rubbing her clit, my fingers moving in rough circles. Sabrina begins to shake, her cries getting louder with every thrust. I can feel her tightening around me, her orgasm building like a storm.

“Come for me,” I growl in her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “Now.”

She screams as she comes, her pussy pulsing around my cock. I’m not far behind—I keep pounding into her through her climax, until my orgasm hits me like a sledgehammer. I empty myself inside her, my cock twitching as I fill her up and collapse forward onto her back, careful not to put my full weight on her and gently kiss her back while we ride the tiny little shockwaves of pleasure that ripple through us in the aftermath of our explosive orgasm.

Twenty minutes later, sated and sleepy Sabrina is lying curled against me with her head resting on my chest.

“It’s so good to be next to you again,” she murmurs as I feel her body relaxing, sleep starting to draw her into dreamland. “I don’t ever want to sleep without you again.” These are the last words she mutters before she falls asleep.

My arms tighten around her, and I kiss her head, murmuring, “I don’t intend to let that happen. I want you by my side for the rest of our lives.” I know she can’t hear me anymore. “I love you, little one. I think I have from the first moment I saw you dancing on that stage at the Golden Lights. You took my breath and then my heart away.”