“We should take a break. Get out of the wind.”
“What wind?”
“Work with me.”
“Ah! I’m freezing.” I leaned forward, wriggling my ass against the ridge of his dick. “Must go . . . inside for . . . warmth.”
He snatched me hard against him, grinding me. “Little witch. That’s the last time you’ll tease me before I fuck you.”
The horse’s hooves clipped over the wood, echoing in the enclosed space. Halfway through, Máxim hastily dismounted and tethered Chestnut, then held his hands up for me. As he lowered me, he clamped me close to him. His lips covered mine, cool compared to his flicking tongue and the breaths we shared.
Only when I moaned did he set me down and release me. With that intent look in his eyes, he removed his gloves.
“Aqui, mi amor? In front of Chestnut?”
He peeled down my pants and thong to my upper thighs. “Here.” He turned me toward the wall.
I heard his zipper going down, and my body grew even wetter with anticipation. I spread my legs as much as I could.
He covered me, bending down to wedge his cock against my entrance. When he straightened his legs, his shaft surged upward into my wetness. “Unh. My Katya’s always ready for me.”
He drove me up on my toes. “You devil, you make me this way!”
“I’m the only one who gets to.” As he thrust, his bare hand cupped my mons. When he covered my lips, his cock moved between his fingers. “This is mine.” He jostled me, and I whimpered. “It belongs to me.” His grip was like iron, the heel of his palm grinding against my clit. “I own this. I own you.”
Possessive, primal.
I melted for him.
As he worked my body with short snaps of his hips and that hot, possessive hand, he nuzzled my ear. “If I were a cunning man, I would’ve trapped you with my child.” His other hand flattened over my belly. “I imagined it. You big with my babe. These breasts full of milk.” He squeezed one, then the other. “My cock grew so stiff, I came in three strokes.”
“Máxim!” He’d masturbated to that fantasy about me? The mere idea made my sheath tighten around his length. “Dios mío, Dios mío.” With a cry, I ground my clit against his iron grip.
He bucked into me and jostled that maddening hold on my pussy. “You’re close, aren’t you? I want you to come hard for me.”
He removed that palm—“No! I need that, Máxim!”—only to return it with a cupped slap.
“Oh. My. God!”
“There you go. . . . That’s it, baby. I can feel your wet pussy readying.” SLAP.
The sound echoed around us as I tumbled over the edge. As heart-stopping pleasure coursed through my veins, I drew a breath, needing to scream lungfuls.
He put his other hand over my mouth. “Scream for your man.”
I did. Again and again and again.
“Greedy as ever!” He fucked harder and harder, shafting me with savage, animalistic thrusts.
He yanked up my scarf to bare my neck. A bite at my nape made my eyes roll back in my head. Right when I felt his heat spurting inside me, he snarled against my skin, “Belong to me!”
Violent shudders wracked his massive body. One after another. Until he’d spent all his cum in me. . . .
With a last groan, he lowered his forehead to rest atop my head. He lazily stirred himself in our wetness, wrapping both arms around me. He squeezed me hard, but I loved it.
Slowly we caught our breath. “En un sueño.”
“A dream?” Nuzzling my ear again, he murmured, “You’re falling for me.”
My core quivered around his semihard shaft.
A low laugh. “You can’t hide that, can you? What are we going to do about this?” He’d said nothing about his own feelings.
I swallowed. “Get through this weekend?”
“Then we’ll have a long talk. Agreed?”
“Agreed.” Wait, what was I agreeing to? My head was still in the clouds.
“This is going to pain me, but I suppose we can’t be late for the festivities.” With another groan, he pulled out.
A shock of cold hit my pussy and ass. “Oh! Oh!” His damp dick must be freezing, but he sweetly tugged my ski pants and thong up before tucking himself back in.
He gave me a swat on my ass. I swatted his in return. He helped me into the saddle, mounting behind me. When his arms wrapped around me again, I lazed back, sighing in contentment. “Me podría acostumbrar a tí.” I could get used to you.
“This is why I’m in such a hurry to learn your language. You speak Spanish in my ear during and after sex.”
And he spoke maddening Russian.
“Even when you sleep, you murmur in Spanish.”
I talked in my sleep? Mierda! “You’re learning too fast. I’ll have no secrets before long.”
“That’s the plan.”
I bit my lip, feeling like a countdown clock had started. Again, I thought, What if I trusted Máxim? Maybe I wouldn’t be calling Edward down upon me. Maybe I needed to recognize a superstition for what it was.
Might it finally be time for me to recruit a teammate? A partner? Could any man be more qualified than Máxim to take on Edward?
By the time we’d reached the stable, I began to relax again. I didn’t have to decide anything for two days, and I was determined to enjoy this man, this place.
After we’d returned Chestnut, we walked back to the lodge hand in hand. As we approached the entrance, he said, “In case those farmers are still hanging around, I’ll show them who you’re fucking.” He grabbed me, tossed me over his shoulder, and carried me inside.