Chapter 52

Hannah

I couldn’t believe I was about to do this. With Nikolai Ivanov. But it was all too real as I felt him move his body on top of mine, kissing me slowly at first, but then with increasing intensity and passion. His hand moved down to my hardened nipples, squeezing my breasts with a rough touch that ended with him pulling, rolling and pinching the swollen nubs. He moved his mouth down to suck deeply at each stiffened crest as I felt my hips lift up to searching for something to rub against.
Nikolai slowly lowered his pelvis to mine, allowing his thick erection to rest against my open, wet flesh. I was unable to stop myself from gliding my hips up and down, grinding against it, seeking relief. Nikolai reached his hand down to still my hip.
“Jesus Christ, Hannah, you have to stop that,” Nikolai breathed out, resting his forehead against mine.
I frowned. “I need…I need...”
Nikolai grinned. “I know what you need, Hannah.”
“Then give it to me,” I demanded, although it felt like it came out more like a whimpered plea.
Nikolai stared at me inscrutably, his wintry eyes boring into mine. He reached his hand up to rub his thumb against my lower lip. Moving his thumb down to cradle my face, he kissed me softly, almost reverently. Then the intensity returned as he deepened his kiss and moved his hand into my hair, tightening it into a fist. His other hand moved down my body, tweaking my nipple, gripping my hip bone, and sliding under my ass before moving between my legs.
His first and second fingers slid to either side of my clit and applied light pressure, rubbing around in tight circles. I gasped in pleasure, surging to the edge of orgasm. Nikolai then slid those same fingers down to the aching entrance of my body.
“Fuck, you are so wet, Hannah,” he growled.
He thrust his two fingers deeply inside me while keeping friction against my clit with his roughened palm. I moaned as quietly as I could, but the pleasure was overwhelming. I felt myself creeping closer and closer to orgasm, moving my hips spasmodically against his hand. Just as I was about to go over, he pulled his hand away.
“No, no,” I groaned, shooting him a look of desperation. He was on his knees between my thighs lightly stroking his angry-looking cock, his eyes roving all over me.
“Jesus, Hannah, you should see yourself,” Nikolai gritted out.
A rush of pleasure and pride filled my chest that he found me so appealing. “You don’t look too bad yourself,” I replied awkwardly. I winced internally at my clumsy attempt to respond— my dirty talk could use a lot of work.
Nikolai only smiled, as though my unartful response was endearing rather than cringe-inducing. He reached over and kissed me deeply again, spreading my thighs wider with his own. Then I felt the blunt end of his cock pushing gently, but insistently against the soaked entrance to my body.
After sliding what felt like ten inches inside, Nikolai looked down at me in concern. “Are you okay?”
It hurt, but not terribly. “Yeah. Is it all the way in?” I asked.
Nikolai’s eyebrows raised, and he looked at me in chagrin. “No, only about two inches.”
I gasped. “Really?”
Then I started to worry. Maybe I wasn’t meant to have sex. Maybe I had some heretofore undiagnosed condition.
As if sensing the direction of my thoughts, Nikolai kissed me and moved his hand back down my body, his two fingers once again rubbing against my clit in way that I was helpless not to respond to. I felt my hips once again thrust upward, but this time, it moved more of him inside me. He groaned into my neck in pleasure, his breathing becoming uneven.
Knowing I had this effect on him, made him feel so good, was powerful and erotic. I moved my hands down his back and cupped his tight buttocks, pulling him the rest of the way inside me. I winced briefly with the feeling of him completely taking my virginity combined with the sensation of being over-filled.
“Fuck, Hannah, what are you doing?” Nikolai grunted, grabbing my wrists and holding my arms over my head in an attempt to regain control of the situation. Panting above me, Nikolai glanced down to where our bodies where joined, and let out a low moan.
“Your pussy looks so hot taking my cock. Fuck,” Nikolai murmured, almost as if he was talking to himself. I gasped at how graphic he was being, finding it to be an unbearable turn on, rather than offensive.
Nikolai transferred both of my wrists to one large hand as the other moved down and started playing with my clit again, as his hips started to slowly move back and forth. Instead of feeling painful, his thrusts started to feel good¬—actually better than good. Amazing. I tried to move my arms, but quickly realized that Nikolai still had them pinned over my head.
With my arms restrained and my pelvis held down by his pumping hips and thrusting cock, I felt completely immobilized. I didn’t know why, but the feeling of being so helpless under him had my arousal skyrocketing. This had me moaning steadily as I started moving my hips wildly against his fingers and cock. My response did not go unnoticed by Nikolai.
“Fuck, Hannah, you have to come,” Nikolai gasped out as he started thrusting harder and deeper inside of me. The first stirrings of my orgasm had my pussy clutching at his thrusting cock. Nikolai, recognizing what was happening, moved his hand from between my legs back to take a hold of my other wrist against.
After securing my wrist, he started absolutely pounding me, thrusting heavily and rapidly between legs, his pelvic bone hitting my clit in a way that hurled me almost instantly into the hardest and longest orgasm of my life. His continual thrusting seemed to prolong it. Suddenly, his hand was over my mouth and he pressed his face into my neck, groaning loudly as his hips jerked against me. I felt the heat and wetness of him coming inside me, the sensation pushing my arousal higher.
Nikolai was lying his dead weight on my body, breathing raggedly and lightly kissing my neck. I liked the feel of him pressing me down, but eventually, my lung capacity was starting to become greatly impaired.
“Nikolai, I can’t breathe,” I gasped out.
“Sorry,” he murmured, withdrawing from me slowly, as I winced in mild discomfort. He immediately rolled to my left, propping himself up on his side with his hand under his head, his other hands gently stroking my face.
He frowned in concern. “How do you feel, Hannah? Are you okay?”
I smiled bashfully. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I responded, struggling to make eye contact.
Nikolai gave me a lopsided smile. “Don’t be embarrassed. Everything you did was so fucking hot, you have no idea,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss my ear and my cheek.
I covered my face with my hands. “You are not helping the embarrassment at all with comments like that.”
Nikolai laughed. “I’m sorry. Hannah, you are a dead bore in the sack,” he said in a serious voice.
I took my hands away quickly and gaped at him. “Oh, god, that was way worse. Go back to the embarrassing shit.”