Into the Ether - Complete

The Winter of Our Discontent: Part 3

Waking up in my man's arms for the first time was one of the singular best experiences of my life. I honestly have no idea how I'd managed to fall asleep, but somehow all it took was him cradling me in his warm embrace under the warmth of the quilt, and I'd drifted straight off. He'd set his watch for midday, but as I opened my eyes, I looked at the clock radio on the nightstand and could see it was still a few minutes before then.

We were lying spooned against one another; my back pressed up hard against his chest. My neck was nesting on one of his arms, which he'd curled around me, his other arm draped around my waist. I was completed enveloped by him, and the feeling was unbelievably good. He was already awake, his lips nuzzling at the back of my neck, the long fingers of one hand lazily drawing little patterns on the skin of my upper arm. Before we'd climbed into bed together, he'd stripped to his boxers, and I was wearing the red crop top sports bra and boyleg briefs I'd had on to wear to training. Not very exciting, but since sleep had been on his mind, I don't suppose it mattered.

"Hey sleepy," he murmured, love and affection evident in his voice. Looks like I wasn't the only one happy to wake up together.

"Hey yourself," I said, turning to face him and pulling back slightly so I could admire him. He looked relaxed and happy. I hadn't seen him shirtless since the night of the lust charm, and I could see my memory hadn't done him justice. Every muscle was well defined. Taut and toned, his abs were a work of art, as were his pecs. Hell – his whole body was magnificent!

Without thinking about it, I leaned forward, my lips pressing against his chest, loving the heat from his body. He moaned and pulled me closer to him, stroking my hair softly as he breathed through his open mouth, trying to remain calm. Any attempt at serenity was blown when my lips found one of his nipples, licking it lightly before closing my lips around it, feeling it tighten and peak in my mouth. Weird! I knew mine did that when I was excited, but I didn't know it happened to men, too. I guess there was a lot I didn't know about pleasuring a man, I thought apprehensively. Still, if his excited gasp was anything to go by so far so good!

"That feels nice milaya," he groaned softly, toying with my hair and wrapping his fingers around the wild tendrils as I moved across to his other nipple, licking, sucking and then softly biting it. The second my teeth nipped, he let out an involuntary hiss, his hips bucking towards me. I looked up at him from under my lashes, locking eyes with his. His gaze was dark and carnal. Chocolate brown pools of want. But in their depths, I could see his unspoken question. Was I sure that this was what I wanted?

I shimmied up the bed, bringing my lips to his. My hands on either side of his face holding him to me, our kisses were soft and gentle, but I could tell he was holding himself back, giving me the opportunity to pull away if I wanted to. I growled in frustration. I didn't want to pull away; I wanted more. And I was desperate for him to be the one to give it to me!

Climbing on top of him, I rolled him onto his back, straddling him. It was a position we'd been in hundreds of times in training, but today I was able to add a new move to our repertoire – slowly grinding myself back and forth on his burgeoning member, only the thinnest layers of cotton separating us. His hands were fisted in the bedclothes, stopping himself from taking things any further. I could feel his manhood getting harder beneath me, my own folds moistening in eager anticipation, yet still he wouldn't touch me. I was frustrated and getting angry. This holding back bullshit was meant to be over! I was his, and he was mine, and I wanted to make good on our partnership. For us to give ourselves to one another in the most primal of ways.

Deciding to up the ante, I kept flexing my hips, groaning every time the tip of his cock was poised directly under the center of my silken folds. I looked into his eyes, giving him a silent challenge, but before he could respond, I reached each hand across my ribcage, pulling my crop top bra above my head and throwing it aside. I saw his eyes dip to my full, plump breasts as they came within view, then without warning, I was on my back, my Russian God looming above me, his hips between my thighs.