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It's now been a few weeks since you had your first time with Ilya, and it's been nothing short of wonderful. Intimate, slow, sweet sex whenever you want it. One evening, as you and Ilya were sitting in bed cuddling, he slowly turns to you. You feel his soft lips moving agaisnt yours in a warm kiss. Ilya's presses the half-smoked cigarette in his hand down into the ashtray beside the bed, and moves to cup your face. As the kiss deepens, your mind is elsewhere.

The first clear image that comes to your mind is nothing new to your filthy imagination. You decide to try something, something you've been planning on for a couple of days now; giving Ilya the ride of a lifetime. Although your sex skills have only just began to better, you muster up all the courage you have to do what usually was Ilya's job. You push him back into the sheets and climb up on top of him, straddling him.

The kiss, that now turned sloppy, finally breaks leaving a short string of saliva connecting both of you for a moment. "Hmm what is this любловь моя (my love)?" Says Ilya, his voice a low grumble laced with his growing arousal. "You have been getting...how you say, creative?" He adds. A soft giggle coming form you follows his words. His hands slide up to your hips, steading you over him. "Maybe I have." You reply. It comes out softer than intended, probably because you're not entirely sure of how to handle this situation, but you are too determined to bother about tone.

His eyebrows raise seductively at your words. "Okay. Tonight, is up to you baby." He whispers, slowly pulling your hips forward on his, letting you feel the growing tent in his boxers. This is all the confirmation you need to set the plan into motion. Your hands reach down to the hem of one of Ilya's hockey t-shirts which you are currently wearing. His eyes follow your hands and you hear his breath hitch as you pull it over your head, discarding it somewhere on the floor. You're left in just a simple pair of black lace panties.

Ilya's gaze glides over you body, completing one long, appreciative glance, after which his eyes meet your once more. "You are gorgeous." He says. You don't think you could ever get tired of hearing those words coming from him. The praise, enveloped in his rough Russian accent sends a shiver down your spine. You dip down to sloppily kiss him. His hands travel up your back, pulling you impossibly closer to his warm, muscly body . You move down to his neck, sucking gently at the sensitive pulse point beneath the hinge of his jaw.

Ilya groans at the feeling, slipping his hands into your underwear to squeeze your ass. By the time you finish your job, he'd seamlessly slipped off your underwear, as well as his. He looks up at you with those sex-drunk eyes which now seem to have a greyer hue than before. "You need help?" He asks, his own way of conveying his urgency. You take a long breath in, aligning yourself with him. "Ready?" You whisper, more to yourself than to him, yet you still receive a sharp nod in return.

You slowly sink down onto him, taking him slowly, inch by inch until he's fully inside you. You balance yourself with one hand on his chest, a trembling breath following Ilya's own noise of relief. "Fuck. You are so tight baby." He grits out form behind his clenched teeth. It's obvious that he's using all the power left inside of him not to fuck up into you.

After your body adjusts, you give your hips a slow, tentative roll. Holy shit you think, as you let out a soft moan against your own will. It's not your first time taking him, but having him this way, at this angle, feels completely new. "Good girl." He says to you. His hands, gripping your hips, start to push and pull you, setting a slow, but powerful pace. The hand you're leaning on him with trembles slightly, but this was your idea and you're the one in charge today. So, you take responsibility and start rocking over him, slightly faster than his own set pace.

Ilya groans under you, his eyes staring hungrily at the place where you're both connected. "Is beautiful view from here." He says past one of his own, deeper moans. All you can do in return is whimper and continue moving your hips. A few moments later, you find yourself bouncing, as well as rocking on him, hardly containing the high pitched moans and whimpers coming from your mouth. You're way too far gone, drowning in the feeling and the everlasting sounds Ilya is making beneath you.

Ilya's restraint seems to snap, as his hands resume pushing and pulling at your hips. His own hips bucking up to meet your motions sloppily. "Ilya...I'm so close!" You manage to state, the sentence pushed out hurriedly from behind you whimpers. Ilya makes an almost primal noise, fucking up into you harder than before. "Let go for me." Is the last thing you hear before everything is drowned out by the sound of your own pleasure crashing over you in an instant. Ilya continues moving, before finally pushing himself deep inside you. He shudders and moans under you as he fills you up.

Your body collapses over his, breathing heavily while you come down from an earth shattering orgasm. His big, warm hands move up your back in calming motions. "Good girl. Such a good girl for me." He says softly in your ear. His own breathing still uneven as you feel the warm huff against your ear. "You did so well." He adds. You lost track of how long you stayed close like that, but before you knew it, you were both cuddled up close and happy, falling asleep in each others arms.

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As if you didn't already have enough eyes on you for being Shane Hollander's younger sister, there was now Ilya Rozanov, your secret boyfriend of two years, staring right at you. His face a mix of anger and annoyance as he glares at you from across the room, his jaw clenching. "Anyway, what's such a pretty girl doing all alone?" A soft male voice cuts through your thoughts, shaking you back to reality, in which some guy keeps trying to flirt with you. "Uh...I'm here with my brother, so..." you say, giving minimal information.

You can only endure a little more of the failed attempt of what, he must've thought was a flirt, and Ilya's gaze burning holes in the back of your head. "Hey, I have to go do some kind of photo thing, I'll catch you later yeah." You say to him, and rather quickly slip away, preventing him from getting any other word out. You slide past all the people and out of the big room. As expected, soon after you enter the secluded hallway, Ilya turns up. He grabs you by the waist and suddenly pulls you into the bathroom.

He pins you back against the wall. "What the fuck was that?" He demands. You look up at him, his eyes burning with anger. "Jealous much? It was nothing...just some random guy." You suggest cockily, testing just how deep his anger really runs. He chuckles lowly, "That was not fucking nothing. I saw you smiling back at him." He barks out. A long moment of silence passes by and just as you muster up the courage to reply, a sharp knocking on the wooden door breaks the tension.

"Hey sis, are you okay in there? I saw you run out..." Shane's voice sounded in the air. A sudden wave of fear washes over you. You even hear Ilya's breath hitch. Why now of all times to check up on me you thought. "Uh...yeah, I'm ok, just I- I needed a second!" You yell back through the door. Ilya chose the perfect time to shuffle his dress shoes on the cold tile. The silence that followed after was terrifying. Shane's voice sounds once more, shakier this time "You sure...?". You can tell he's listening out for something. "Yes, I'm sure. I think I'll get going, okay? Soon." You call back. After a short moment you hear a noise of approval from behind the door and footsteps retreating.

"What the fuck Ilya?" You whisper roughly, pushing him back by his chest. He looks down at you, eyes still burning with anger. "Is not a problem. Maybe he will think you are with that guy you were flirting with." He states hoarsely. He thinks I was flirting. "Ilya I wasn't-" you quickly get cut off mid sentence by his hand grabbing your wrist tightly "We are going home. Now.". Moments later you're sat in his car, driving to his place. The whole ride goes by in a blur of annoyed huffs and a thick, silent tension.

As soon as you walk through the door you feel him slam you against the glass of his floor to ceiling window, the heat of his chest pressed against your back, more possessive than comforting. "I will teach you who you belong to. You do not get to walk around and flaunt that body like the slut I know you are. Is only for me." His rough whisper sending a shiver down your spine. His hand reaches under your dress and he tugs your panties down to the floor. You hear the sound of his pants unzipping quickly, as his other hand keeps you tightly pressed against the glass, your warm breath creating a circle of fog on it. "Ilya...I'm sorry, it wasn't like that." You breathe out, but it seems to be too late for apologies.

"You are sorry? You should have thought of that while you were flirting with another man baby." he says, voice turning into a facade of innocence, which could only mean..."Holy shit." you choke out as he pushes his hard length deep inside you. He immediately sets a punishing pace, pulling himself completely out, before shoving back inside you. "You fucking asked for this. You will take it." He grumbles behind you, his hold on your hips tightening. "You are made to take my cock. You are mine, do you understand?" His voice a gravely sound coming from behind you. Before you could even register his words, his hand slides up to your neck and presses tightly around it. "Say it."

"I'm- fuck -I'm yours. I'm made to take your dick!" You whimper, gritting the words out from behind your unrelenting moans. You hear him groan in satisfaction. "That is right. You are nothing but a perfect hole, only for my dick." He presses his body back onto yours, his breath hot on your ear. He adjusts his angle, each thrust now hitting that spot inside you. You whimper "Ilya, I'm gonna come...", his hand quickly slipping from your neck, grabs your hair, pulling your head back. His thrust halt. "No. You will wait for me." His command rippling through your body. His other hand comes down and pushes your lower back against the glass, harder than before, forcing your ass to poke up, making him bury deeper inside you.

You whimper in obedience, his thrust quickly resume back to the same torturous pace. Your body quivers and squirms at the denial, trying to push the building knot in your stomach away, just for now. To your benefit, it wasn't long until his thrust became more uncontrolled and rough. "Now, котик (kitty). Come on my cock." He commands. Your body instantly complies, a long moan escapes your lips as you climax. Your walls pulse around him and you hear him groan behind you, pushing himself deeper with one final thrust. You feel him spill inside you in hot, wet pulses.

His body slumps over yours against the glass, arms holding you close, a warm gesture, perhaps an apology for what he'd just done. Yet, in your opinion, he had nothing to apologise for. Because that was the hottest fucking thing he'd ever done to you. I should really get him jealous more often you thought.

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It's the night of your one month anniversary with Rozanov. You'd been buzzing all day, wondering how the evening would play out, after he'd skated up to you earlier that morning during the free skate hour you both went to, and told you he had something "special" planned for you later. After getting picked up and being taken to one of the most lavish restaurants you could ever imagine, you couldn't help but get the idea that the something special was still coming. Whether it was the looks he was giving you all night or simply the tone he spoke with, Ilya's mind was definitely elsewhere...

You can hear the keys jingling in his hand as he fumbles to open the door, arms reached around your body pushing you back against the wall, kissing you messily. The door suddenly opens making you stumble back but Ilya's iron hold kept you safely pressed against his chest. Fuck it's really happening you thought to yourself. You'd been imagining his moment for so long now, and there wasn't anyone your rather be doing this with than with Ilya. Even in your inexperienced fantasies — Ilya was the only one that fit perfectly in these dizzy daydreams.

He roughly pushes your coat off, letting it fall to the ground; undressing both of you simultaneously, while pushing past all the rooms in the way of the bedroom. "I have been thinking about this...about you." he groans against your lips as you're left in just your underwear as he pushes you backwards towards the bed. The back of your knees hit the bed and you topple back, sprawled out on the bed with him hovering above you. His hand pushes your chin up roughly, going down to kiss your neck. "Tell me what you want from me baby. Use your words." He hums against your skin. Now the panic is really hitting you. A thousand thoughts come rushing through your head. I should really tell him I haven't ever- but before you could bring yourself to say anything he's suddenly looking down at you, his eyes gleaming with lust, but under that, a note of concern.

"What is it baby? Is something wrong?" He asks, his hand softly rubbing small, warm circles on your shoulder. The movement a stark contact to how he'd been grabbing at you a moment ago. Fuck. Here it comes. "I haven't ever, um, done this..." your voice shaking ever so slightly. A moment of silence followed your words. You weren't scared of how it would feel or not knowing how to do it, not really. What scared you is that he might not want to do anything with someone who isn't experienced. Like at all. Though that fear melted away when his hand slipped up to caress your cheek, his eyes softening. "Really? Are you really ok with doing this now?" His voice gentle, no longer as playful as it was. You nodded softly, a small smile spreading over your lips a when you realise he isn't at all disgusted or thrown off.

"Then is my pleasure baby. I will take my time with you, go slow. You tell me if is too much, okay?" His hand drops slowly from your cheek onto your waist. "Yes" you say, followed by a smile. Ilya's head slowly dips back down to your neck, his hands feeling around your body, memorising everything down to the feeling of the heat radiating off your smooth abdomen. Slowly his hands reach behind you, to your bra clasp. "Can I?" His voice soft and steady, endlessly grounding your nerves. You nodded and he gently removed the garment, his face trailing down to take one of your nipples into his mouth almost instantly when you're exposed. Gently teasing, licking, and sucking at one, and cupping the other in his hand. You didn't notice the soft sighs and whimpers suddenly coming out on your mouth. Ilya took that as a sign; proceeding to nip and roll your nipple between his teeth.

The sheer newness of the feeling sent shivers through your spine. As if it wasn't enough, his hand slipped further down, stopping at the band of your panties. "You are okay?" He asks. You can only sigh softly in return, he takes it as a yes, slipping your panties off and tossing them somewhere off the bed. He slowly places soft, wet kisses down your body stopping at where you start. His hands making their way around your thighs to push them up slightly. "Have you ever imagined this? Me, down here, for you?" His accented voice cuts through the thick air. "Yes..." you breathe out, your arousal now growing desperate. "Ilya, can you...please." was all the confirmation he needed to start licking slow strides up your core. Fuck this feels amazing you thought, your hands instinctively tangling in his hair. That gesture seems to break something within him, since he starts lapping at you roughly. "Holy shit Ilya, I- fuck, don't stop." You manage to say through your whimpers.

All you could hear were his gasps from between your legs and your own, filthy, moans. And fuck you are close, so close. "Ilya stop, I can't, I'm gonna-" a strained moan leaving your mouth suddenly, your climax cutting you off mid sentence as you shudder agaisnt Ilya's unrelenting tongue. He lets your ride out your high, slowly pulling away when you're chasing after your own breath. "Fuck Ilya that was amazing" you sigh, satisfied. "Mm was it really? I have been told." There it was. That cocky man you fell in love with on the ice. You couldn't help but giggle at his words.

Ilya's body shuffled up to embrace you, an almost primal noise escaping him as his crotch, still in his boxers, grazed over your thigh. "Are you okay now? I want to fuck you..." he whined out by your ear, his tone bordering on neediness. "I'm okay now. You can...but, just be careful" you whisper. "I will not hurt you. Ever." His voice suddenly determined as he quickly reaches over to the bedside table; slipping off his boxers and putting on a condom in what must've been less than a second. Soon enough, he was pressed against your entrance. "oh fuck." His voice hoarse as he sinks inside. The feeling of the stretch earning a moan out of you.

This is insane you thought. Ilya now gazing down at you, his body tense, forcing himself to stay still on your account. "Is okay?" He asked, and you simply nodded. You couldn't think of anything but how bad you wanted him to move. "Yes...please just fuck me." you squeak out past your own embarrassment. Ilya's hips start rocking, slowly but surely. A soft groan escapes his lips "fuck malyshka, you are so tight." He whispers. A few moments later, he was fucking into you harder, and faster, just as you had requested. "Is still ok?" He asks through his torn gasps and groans. "Fuck, Ilya." You moan. This guy...obviously it's still okay. More than okay actually, because your second orgasm was approaching. "Ilya I'm gonna come! Oh fuck, Ilya!!" You shout as your walls pulse around him and your climax washes over you, leaving your whole body trembling. Ilya stills inside you, a guttural moan escaped him as you feel him twitch.

He slowly pulled out of you when you both came down. "Ilya I-" he cuts you off with a kiss, pulling you into his arms. "You are amazing моя любовь (my love). Thank you for letting me be the one." His words soft, as you feel his breath against your hair. Your arm wraps around him, finding comfort in his warmth. You can't believe this finally happened. What was more unbelievable however, was that somehow, Ilya was better than he was in your fantasies. He really is perfect. "I love you." he muttered out, as if reading your mind. You said it back, because you have truly, always loved him, ever since the moment he caught your eye on the ice.

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A few months have passed now since you've managed to snag the most popular 'ladies man' in hockey, and things have been nothing short of heated, to say the very least. Going into this relationship you knew it wasn't going to be long before it got sexual, and for a moment, that worried you. Though that worry quickly faded away into excitement. Sex has never been something enjoyable, or rather, exciting. You'd only done it once or twice with an ex who seemed to have no secret kinks to him. But now. Now, this was a very different story...

"Hey. Eyes up here.", a deep, accented voice stops the boring train of thought in your head, bringing you back to that very now. Ilyas hand holding your chin up while you were down on your knees for him. His suit, fresh from the NHL awards, now undone. His cock straining against the tight constraint of the perfectly tailored pants. You look up at him, like he asked, earning a low chuckle from him. "You are so pretty like this...so eager to please. Come here, show me how much you want my dick." His voice a raspy command, leaving no room for your arguments. You shuffle closer to him, snug between his legs. You reach your face down against his hard length, nuzzling against his warmth. "Fuck..." followed by a soft sigh. His hand coming up to tangle in your hair. Not pushing, just keeping you steady in his hold.

"Take me in your mouth. Suck me good, slut." Is the last thing you hear before the room filled with loud wet noises and the occasional gagging. "So fucking good for me." his hand tightened its hold on your hair, pushing you deeper down. The sensation of him buried deep in your throat made the heat between your legs hard to ignore. You pull off of him to catch your breath. "You are doing so good, baby. Come on." His voice firm and confident, spurring you on even more. You resume your work, taking him even deeper than before. "Fuuuck...holy shit. You are such a fucking eager slut for me, aren't you? Cannot even control yourself." You hear him let out a chuckle from above you.

Confused, you wonder what prompted him to say such a thing out of the blue. Until you realise that —wait what the fuck. Why am I fucking humping his shoe. You hadn't even realised you started getting yourself off like that, but fuck it felt so good. The feeling of his cock in your mouth, the feeling of yourself rubbing on the smooth circular point of the formal shoe, the feeling of being reduced to whatever this is even called; it was intoxicating. He angles his foot up just right, so that with every move of your hips, the point hits your core exactly where it makes you cry out. You whimper around his hard length, buried in your mouth. "You are close aren't you? Hm? Tell me." His hand, tangled in your hair, yanks you off of him in a split second. "Tell me how bad you want it. How bad you want to come for me." Voice low and steady, commanding.

Your voice strained as your movement keep a steady pace. "Please...." is all you can manage to say through your gasps. "That is how you ask? Is not very convincing. You can do better." The Russian accent pushing through every words he says. You can see he's close too, he just won't say it. "Fuck...I-can I come please? Please...sir?" The words barely audible, closer to a whimper than a sentence. Ilya's gaze darkens; there was no doubt he definitely heard what you said. "You come when I say." He grumbles, pushing your face back down over him, now moving you faster and deeper. You can feel the knot building in your stomach, you know you aren't going to last much longer.

Luckily, a few moments later, you feel Ilya's hips begin to thrust up into you as he mumbles a string of Russian curses. "Your throat is so perfect. Gonna make me cum....and you will swallow every drop." He grits out past his teeth, pushing you down harder than ever before. Your own orgasm becoming increasingly challenging to keep back. "Cum." Is the only confirmation you need to grind down harder and let out a loud moan against him. The vibrations around him were the last thing he needed to push him over the edge. You feel him spilling down your throat, while your head seems to be spinning from how hard your own climax hit you.

He gently motions you off of him, the room now charged with a warmer atmosphere, as opposed to the one there was just seconds ago. "Good girl...so stunning..." his voice tender as he catches his breath. His hand once tight, now gently petting your hair. You smile slightly at the praise, still coming down. Now you knew your sex partner had a bit more than a few secret kinks to him, and you were yet to discover the rest.

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