The Competition

Viktor

As soon as I feel her loosening up, I start to move my hips, chasing my high. "Faster," she whimpers and I look at her, surprised by her request. But I don't hesitate and start to thrust harder. I can feel the tension building up inside me and my pace picks up. "You like that?" I say plunging deeper into her as her back arches off the bed. "Too deep." I grin at her comment. "It's not like you don't like the feeling," I lean in and capture her lips before attacking her neck. "I fucking love it," she moans, coming down to meet my deep thrust. My lips leave her neck as my hands slide up, squeezing her throat. "I've been fantasizing about this moment for you don't know how long," I squeeze slightly as her moans come out in quick breaths. "I can feel you in my stomach, God..." These words send me over the edge and my thrusts increase as I enjoy the sight of myself thrusting in and out of her. Her hands grab my hair and my head drops as I release inside her, riding my orgasm. She continues to roll her against mine, riding her high. The room is filled with a serene silence, only the sound of our breathing breaks the stillness. The intimacy we have just shared leaves a lingering warmth between us. I look over at Yelena, her skin flushed and her eyes glowing with a contented light. She smiles softly at me and I feel an overwhelming sense of peace and happiness. "Let's take a bath," she whispers, tugging gently on my hand. I pick her up and walk to her bathroom where the soft glow of candles bathes the room in a warm light. "What are you doing?" she moans, her body sinking down onto my erection and I groan. "Viktor put me down, I can walk on my own," I lower her to her feet and she shudders at the separation between our bodies. She turns on the water, adjusting the temperature until it's just right. The tub begins to fill, steam rising and mingling with the scent of lavender. I remove the condom as we step into the warm water, the heat soothing our tired muscles. I sit behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her close. She leans back against me, her head resting on my shoulder. The water lapped gently around us, creating a cocoon of calm.

"This feels amazing," she murmurs, closing her eyes.

"It does," I agree, kissing her temple. "I could stay like this forever." My hand runs down her stomach and she bites her lip. My other hand cupping her breast, playing with her nipple as I slide two fingers inside her. "Don't...stop," she whimpers and I grin against her skin. "Is that a don't stop or a don't and stop, Malyshka?" "Second option," she giggles. "Are you sure you want me to stop?" My fingers plunge deeper, hitting her spot, and she arches her back, coming down to meet my pumping fingers. "That's sad." I withdraw my fingers. "I was planning on fulfilling another fantasy of mine," I tell her. "And what would that be?" "It's better if I don't tell you." "Come on. Tell me. I'm sure I can handle your sick fantasy," she says and turns to face me. I grab her hips and pull her into my lap. "Sick fantasy? You hurt me. And it's not like you didn't like it when I choked you and pounded so hard you could feel me in your stomach." Her face heats up and she slaps me lightly. "I really love your bathtub, you know? It has so much room to do exercises... I was planning on bending you over and taking what's mine, but I see you're not interested." "You're crazy, Viktor."

We stay in the tub for a while, enjoying the quiet intimacy. Eventually the water begins to cool and we reluctantly decide to get out. We dry off and wrap ourselves in fluffy towels before returning to her room. She is wearing only silk underwear, not bothering to cover her upper half, and I can't help but watch her perky breasts bounce with every step she takes.

The bed looks inviting and we slip under the covers, the cool sheets a pleasant contrast to our warm skin. I pull her close, her body fitting perfectly against mine. She rests her head on my chest and I stroke her hair gently. We lie there in the darkness, the steady rhythm of her breathing lulling me into a sense of deep peace. I hold her close, feel her heartbeat against mine, and for the first time in a long time, everything feels perfect. In the silence of the night, with Yelena in my arms, I drift off to sleep, knowing that this is where I'm meant to be.