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His lips were pressed to my neck, his hands all over my body, possessing every inch of me.

I tugged down his pants, stroking his hard cock with an anticipating heart.

Gently, he lay me down on my back, a pillow beneath my head as he hovered over me.

His nose grazed mine as his hand stayed in my panties, fingering my pussy.

I let out a series of soft purrs, my body writhing over the sheets. We stared into each other’s eyes, his face mirroring mine as the cool breeze howled in through the windows. The curtains danced in the wind, the candlelight flickering but never fizzling out.

He claimed my lips in a slow, passionate move, his hand unrelenting in my panties. I stroked his cock, my eyes squeezing shut to savor the moment as his finger slid up and down my entrance. I caressed his face with my free hand, a low, throaty moan escaping my lips.

Both hands snapped down, and I withdrew my panties, my legs drifting apart. “Take me. Please,” I whispered in his ear, moaning. I seized his cock, positioning his cap just outside my entrance.

With one slow, gentle thrust, Sergei penetrated my pussy, stretching me out.

A soft gasp fell from my lips, my arms wrapping around his back.

He broke the kiss and stared into my eyes, his waist grinding against me, passionate and sensual.

My eyebrows knitted together, lashes fluttering as I accepted his cock, deep inside me.

He lifted my leg into the air, as if seeking deeper contact as he drove further into me.

My grip tightened around him, mouth open in a silent gasp.

The sensation was ecstatic, and I could feel it—the connection between us waxing stronger with each thrust. He rocked his waist, pounding gently into me while still holding my gaze.

I looked up at him with raw hunger and shallow breaths, my fingers raking his back in response to my burning desire.

My toes curled in the air, my body writhing beneath him with my moans fueling his longing.

He slid a hand under my back, lifting my waist with a single jerk.

And with his other hand, he held my leg.

Sergei sank deeper into me, our bodies joining in a rhythm that was both urgent and reverent. His touch, his kisses, his thrusts—all felt different tonight. Better in every way. He wasn’t fucking me. He was making love to his wife, a woman he adored and respected.

I’d never been so wet before.

He hovered over me, our breath mingling in the small space between us. His strokes were slow, deliberate, and so goddamn deep. So deep I could feel him in my stomach. Fuck.

I arched my back, pleasure unfurling through me like ripples in water. My fingers clenched the sheets tightly, my knuckles pale, while my legs locked around him, pulling him deeper. The more he drove into me, the more I drowned in a sea of ecstasy.

He ground against my waist, each movement stirring a moan, raw and unrestrained. My face flushed with desire, contorting in pleasure as my lashes trembled against my cheeks. My body responded to every press of his hips, every graze of skin against skin.

“Sergei,” I whispered his name like a vow.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his husky voice sending shivers down my spine.

“I’m yours,” I moaned, surrendering myself to my husband. “Take me…. Take all of me.”

He lowered my leg, his hands cradling my face before trailing down, tracing my curves as if memorializing me.

I was tangled in a mess of sensation, consumed by passion as I bucked my hips, unable to get enough of him. “Go deeper,” I whispered in his ear, fingers tugging at the sheets. “I can take it.”

With a practiced move, he slammed against me, his thrust deep and intense.

“Oh, my God, yes.” I gasped, my eyes wide with pleasure.

He squeezed my breasts and quickened his pace, his strokes driving faster by the second.

“Yes, yes, yes—give it to me….” The words tumbled out of my mouth in a desperate rush.

He let out a guttural groan, a testament to impending release.

My hands flew around him, hugging him tightly as he rammed me with relentless strokes. I moaned in his ear—breathy and raw. “Fill me up, Sergei…. Don’t hold back,” I whispered. “Do it. Cum inside me now—I want all of you.” My voice was needy, desperate, and sensual. “Mark me. Make me yours.”

He pushed harder, faster, and deeper, his growl more primal than before. Sergei did as I wanted and exploded deep inside me, his legs trembling as he filled me up with his essence.

“Yes…!” I let out a long sigh, my pussy accepting his warmth. “Gimme all of it.”

Tonight, it seemed like there was more of his load—hotter and thicker. His creamy spurts flooded deep inside me, each wave more intense than the last. In the end, I was breathless, trembling beneath him as a wind of satisfaction blew across my face.

He slid off me and lay on his back, both of our chests heaving rapidly, exhausted. Spent.

“I feel so alive,” came my confession, my voice low, filled with enthusiasm and unexplainable joy.

He glanced at me, smiling, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me, but I could swear that he was glowing.

Sergei pulled me to him, and I placed my head on his chest. His heart was still pounding from the marathon, swelling with desire and satisfaction.

He smoothed my hair, muttering something in Russian.

I drew a deep breath and closed my eyes, feeling safe in his arms. It wasn’t clear to me what he said in Russian, but I had a feeling it was those three little words.

My lips curled into a genuine smile, and I replied, calm and gentle. “I love you, too.”