After the Storm

Alessia's body trembled at the promise in his words. She felt Nicolai shift behind her, the rustle of clothing telling her he was undressing. The thought of finally feeling him inside her sent a fresh gush of wetness to her core.

"Please, Nicolai," Alessia whispered, her voice hoarse from her earlier cries. "I need you. I need to feel you."

Nicolai chuckled darkly as he returned to the blankets now breathtakingly bare. His hand gripped her hips possessively and pulled her against hard length. "So impatient, moya zayka," he teased. "But I want to savor this moment. I want to worship your body until you're begging for mercy."

Alessia whimpered, her hips rocking back against Nicolai's cock. She could feel him throbbing against her, hot and hard and ready. "Please," she breathed, her voice barely audible. "I want to feel you."

"Tell me, ty moya prekrasnaya devushka, exactly how you want to feel me. I want to hear all the dirty words from that pretty, swollen mouth."

The feel of his large