#ms98

the room was quiet except for the soft rasp of your breath, the faint creak of the bed, and mikhail’s low voice curling against your ear like a warm hand, brown hair falling loose over his brow, brown eyes heavy, dimples just peeking when he gave you that small, devastating smile, the one that always made your heart stutter. he touched you slow, careful, like you were something precious, smoothing his big hands over your back, his fingers trailing down your spine, fingertips whispering over every curve like he was memorizing you by touch.

“маленькая моя,” (my little one) he murmured, the russian slipping out soft, gentle, almost like a prayer as he guided you forward, his hand on the small of your back pressing you gently into the pillows, your hips tilting up for him without even thinking. you felt your breath hitch as his palm slid lower, cupping you, thumb stroking over the softness of your skin, the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance, slow, unhurried, teasing.

“ты готова?” (you ready?) his voice brushed over you, warm, low, his lips kissing the nape of your neck, his chest pressed to your back as his hips eased forward, just the head sliding in, stretching you just enough to make you gasp softly. he shushed you, kissed the corner of your shoulder, his hands smoothing down your arms, his fingers lacing with yours as he pushed in deeper, slow, so achingly slow, filling you inch by inch, letting you feel every thick pulse, every twitch, until his hips were flush with yours, your cunt stretched so full you could hardly breathe.

“ты чувствуешь меня?” (you feel me?) he whispered, voice a breathy sigh, hips rocking so slow you thought you’d break apart from it, his cock dragging inside you with sweet, aching care, not rushing, not slamming, just steady, deep rolls that made your toes curl and your breath catch. his hand slid under you, palm splayed over your belly, feeling the way his cock moved inside you, the way your body clenched around him, trembling, fluttering so softly it made you whimper.

“such a good girl, моя милая девочка,” (my sweet girl) he murmured, kissing behind your ear, his hips rocking forward again, slow grind, so tender, so deep, his voice wrapping around you like silk. “gonna fill you up, baby… gonna make sure you have all of me… every drop…”

you choked on a soft sob, your hands clenching in the sheets as your hips rocked back into him, your body aching for him, melting for him, every nerve stretched thin and sweet, your pussy pulsing weakly around him as he fucked you with that slow, patient rhythm, like he had all the time in the world.

his hand slid up, curling gently around your throat, just holding, not squeezing, thumb stroking softly under your jaw as he kissed the back of your neck, his cock twitching inside you, hips rocking, grinding, never rushing, letting you feel the way he filled you, the way he loved you.

“маленькая моя, моя сладкая, моя малышка,” (my little, my sweet, my baby) he whispered, voice rough and tender, hips pressing deep, grinding just right, making you whimper, making your belly tighten, the coil twisting low and sharp, your cunt clenching down around him, pulsing so softly it made his breath hitch against your skin.

when you came, it was soft, shivering, your whole body trembling, your breath catching in little broken moans as you clenched down around him, milking him, your pussy fluttering so tender and tight it pulled a low, rough groan from his throat. he kissed you again, murmured soft russian against your skin, his hips rocking deep, deep, spilling inside you with a low sigh, filling you so warm, so full you felt it everywhere, dripping down your thighs, making you whimper as he stayed pressed close, holding you, kissing your shoulder, his breath shaky against your ear.

he didn’t pull away, just wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, whispering soft things, russian words you half understood, his hands stroking over your belly, your hips, your thighs, tender and slow, kissing your skin like you were the most precious thing in the world.